she kicks him in the balls after she΄s taken a few punches.
she keeps punching hard, licking the blood off her lips.
she finds an open passage to his solar plexus and goes for it with all her fury.
his body folds like a broken jack-knife.
he drops on the hard mat.
no air in his lungs. the only thing he can feel is burning sensation on his forehead, right above his eyebrows.
he opens his eyes just on time to see her boot smashing into his face.
darkness, and taste of warm blood filling his mouth.
he makes a final attempt to get up. she waits until he is on his knees.
she picks up the chair from the corner and bashes it on his back.
-I give up, I give up.
he pleads as she takes off her gloves and everything else.