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Punch, kick, punch, kick

My fists and the soles of my feet pounded my opponent in time with each other like a metronome.  She flailed her arms around in a lousy attempt to block my blows.  Adrenaline rushed through my body, a feeling that I treasure so much.  Her face was as red as an overripe tomato as I pummeled her to a pulp.  After about fifteen seconds, her eyes rolled to the back of her head  and, swaying ever so slightly, she collapsed to the ground.

"K.O.!" cried the referee, lifting my arm into the air, announcing my victory.  The crowd roared like thunder.  I smiled and waved triumphantly.