When the adrenaline starts pumping, it kind of dulls your feelings. True in this case as I hear your comment about leakage on my shirt as you get to your feet, and I take a quick glance down to see blood on my ripped shirt. Not a lot, but enough to get my attention and piss me off even more. But that glance also came with it's risks too as I take a left and then a right to the side of my face, making my head snap to the side as I stumble back a few steps. I'll say, the Kentucky bitch can punch, but if that were her only plus, besides those awkward balloons on her chest, she would be nothing ! As I get my feet back under me, the entire countryside seems to turn red in my eyes. Despite the on lookers, only one of us walks away from here with a smile on her face, and it won't be you. I show I'm not too bad with my closed fists either as I step in, faking a kick to your money maker and then slamming a straight right directly into your nose just to watch your own head snap backward. "HOW'S IT FEEL, LITTLE TRAMP"?!!! I don't assume that either of us is going not look pretty when this finishes, but a girl has to do what a girl has to do.........