I’m trying to get in on her—and she’s been hitting me with that jab. Then, I see a slight opening, and fire off a solid left hook; I want to punch her right in the mouth and erase that confident smirk. But, she knew I’d see that slight opening she deliberately gave me. Almost sure what I’d throw, she snapped her head back, letting my left fly past. POW! Perfectly set up, her right lashes up, lots of power behind it as her glove slips past my guard, right into my mouth.
The jabs stung; that uppercut is more like a hammer colliding with the corner of my mouth. Any doubts about the relative power is gone, she hits LOTS harder than I do—I better not try to out-muscle her in a clinch.
With each punch landed, her confidence is growing; she knows she can thrash me good. She hasn’t convinced me of that—but the fact that I’ve only grazed her with a few jabs, and no power shots, tells me that I need to adjust my tactics…
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The jabs stung; that uppercut is more like a hammer colliding with the corner of my mouth. Any doubts about the relative power is gone, she hits LOTS harder than I do—I better not try to out-muscle her in a clinch.
With each punch landed, her confidence is growing; she knows she can thrash me good. She hasn’t convinced me of that—but the fact that I’ve only grazed her with a few jabs, and no power shots, tells me that I need to adjust my tactics…
