Since they were in elementary school, Rosalind was protective of her little sister, Miranda, warning her off certain boys. Miranda always went after them.
Rosalind Li was already married and owned a successful ice cream parlor franchise. She was annoyed that Miranda was making all the same mistakes, but this time with results worse than the routine broken heart.
Rosalind tracked Rich, observing when he came home, alone or with a woman and when he left in the morning. On Wednesdays, he came home alone and stayed in.
Rich was about to unlock his apartment door when the hall way lights went out. Rich cursed and fumbled with his keys.
"Hello Rich!" a female voice said in the dark. It was clear and assertive and very near Rich.
"Who the fuck are you?" demanded Rich.
Rosalind slugged Rich in the gut. A combination to his head painfully disoriented Rich, who groaned loudly. Rosalind took a deep breath and released a torrent of punches on her victim. Unable to see his attacker, who had him pinned on the wall, Rich felt hard fists rain all over him.
When Rosalind finally stopped, Rich, semi-conscious, sank to the floor, his face and body throbbing in agony.
"Can you hear me, asshole?!" she demanded.
Rich made a barely audible grunt.
"Good. This was for Miranda and because you need to learn manners!"
Rosalind hauled Rich to his feet. "Good night!"
The impact of the right hook seemed to last forever. When the pain disappeared, it took consciousness with it. Rosalind pointed the beam of a small flashlight on Rich's battered body.
"Okay, you're out!"
While Rosalind and her husband ate breakfast Thursday morning, local news played on the kitchen stereo.
"Responding to an anonymous phone call, police and EMTs found a local man, aged 32, unconscious after an apparent assault in the hallway of his apartment!" the announcer said.
"Hey sweetie, what are you laughing at?" her husband asked, sipping his coffee.
"The man was rushed to Blake Mitchell University Hospital. Doctors say he will eventually make a full recovery."
"Nothing." Rosalind replied, sweetly.
These were the matches that Emma the Ref wished her friend Desiree would avoid. KOed cold was how Desiree usually finished fights instigated by the enraged girlfriends of the women, and sometimes men, she seduced.
But an avenging sister was a new wrinkle, Emma admitted.
Desiree had accepted Rosalind's challenge casually. She was pleased Rosalind was out to avenge her sister, because Desiree had every intention of knocking out Rosalind, also.
From the start, the fighters were locked in an embrace of punches. While Desiree could move faster, Rosalind was taller and younger. She pounded on Desiree, feeling the way she did in elementary school, beating up girls from the lower grades.
"I pray this hurts, saobi!" Rosalind sneered as she worked Desiree's body. There was real pleasure seeing the little heart breaker flinch from every punch.
"Too bad your partner in double teaming Miranda isn't here to see this!"
A hard upper cut cracked into Desiree's chin.
"But he's still in a hospital bed, which is where you're headed tonight!"
Rosalind pummeled Desiree's belly.
The next punch was a blur to Desiree. She never saw it arrive. Her head snapped sideways and Desiree stood still, half sagging on her feet, deep in a KO daze. Desiree looked on dopily while her opponent walked the stunned fighter to the ropes. The ringside crowd broke into cheers of encouragement for Rosalind.
"If you can hear me, you little jiànhuò, it's time for you to sleep! See this!?"
She held her right fist in Desiree's face. This fist about to put you out. Kiss it!"
Desiree didn't have to be told twice. If a short nap on the canvas was going to take away her pain, she was all for it. Desiree pressed her lips on the glove.
The impact of the punch fragmented reality and when it reformed, Desiree could barely stand. Rosalind stepped back and hit Desiree's mid section. Bent forward, Desiree made a crying-moan. Rosalind fired a brutal upper cut.
That last punch crossed Desiree's eyes comically. The pain faded away as she lost consciousness, giving Desiree a few seconds to remember her first time with Peter. She loved him even then.
Desiree never felt her body strike the canvas. Emma started the ten count, certain her friend's lights were out.
Emma glanced at Rosalind, whop beamed happiness with Desiree's public destruction.
"Winner by a complete KO, Rosalind!"
The victor made one turn around the ring, gloves over her head. Then Rosalind stepped from the ring to embrace her younger sister as Emma and Peter carried Desiree to the recovery room.
Rosalind Li was already married and owned a successful ice cream parlor franchise. She was annoyed that Miranda was making all the same mistakes, but this time with results worse than the routine broken heart.
Her first step was simple: beat up Rich. Rosalind felt he didn't deserve a public trouncing at the Amazonia Boxing Club, since Rich was the personification of the men that made Miranda miserable.
This was going to be personal for Rosalind, almost intimate.Rosalind tracked Rich, observing when he came home, alone or with a woman and when he left in the morning. On Wednesdays, he came home alone and stayed in.
Rich was about to unlock his apartment door when the hall way lights went out. Rich cursed and fumbled with his keys.
"Hello Rich!" a female voice said in the dark. It was clear and assertive and very near Rich.
"Who the fuck are you?" demanded Rich.
Rosalind slugged Rich in the gut. A combination to his head painfully disoriented Rich, who groaned loudly. Rosalind took a deep breath and released a torrent of punches on her victim. Unable to see his attacker, who had him pinned on the wall, Rich felt hard fists rain all over him.
When Rosalind finally stopped, Rich, semi-conscious, sank to the floor, his face and body throbbing in agony.
"Can you hear me, asshole?!" she demanded.
Rich made a barely audible grunt.
"Good. This was for Miranda and because you need to learn manners!"
Rosalind hauled Rich to his feet. "Good night!"
The impact of the right hook seemed to last forever. When the pain disappeared, it took consciousness with it. Rosalind pointed the beam of a small flashlight on Rich's battered body.
"Okay, you're out!"
While Rosalind and her husband ate breakfast Thursday morning, local news played on the kitchen stereo.
"Responding to an anonymous phone call, police and EMTs found a local man, aged 32, unconscious after an apparent assault in the hallway of his apartment!" the announcer said.
"Hey sweetie, what are you laughing at?" her husband asked, sipping his coffee.
"The man was rushed to Blake Mitchell University Hospital. Doctors say he will eventually make a full recovery."
"Nothing." Rosalind replied, sweetly.
These were the matches that Emma the Ref wished her friend Desiree would avoid. KOed cold was how Desiree usually finished fights instigated by the enraged girlfriends of the women, and sometimes men, she seduced.
But an avenging sister was a new wrinkle, Emma admitted.
Desiree had accepted Rosalind's challenge casually. She was pleased Rosalind was out to avenge her sister, because Desiree had every intention of knocking out Rosalind, also.
"I pray this hurts, saobi!" Rosalind sneered as she worked Desiree's body. There was real pleasure seeing the little heart breaker flinch from every punch.
"Too bad your partner in double teaming Miranda isn't here to see this!"
A hard upper cut cracked into Desiree's chin.
"But he's still in a hospital bed, which is where you're headed tonight!"
Rosalind pummeled Desiree's belly.
The next punch was a blur to Desiree. She never saw it arrive. Her head snapped sideways and Desiree stood still, half sagging on her feet, deep in a KO daze. Desiree looked on dopily while her opponent walked the stunned fighter to the ropes. The ringside crowd broke into cheers of encouragement for Rosalind.
"If you can hear me, you little jiànhuò, it's time for you to sleep! See this!?"
She held her right fist in Desiree's face. This fist about to put you out. Kiss it!"
Desiree didn't have to be told twice. If a short nap on the canvas was going to take away her pain, she was all for it. Desiree pressed her lips on the glove.
The impact of the punch fragmented reality and when it reformed, Desiree could barely stand. Rosalind stepped back and hit Desiree's mid section. Bent forward, Desiree made a crying-moan. Rosalind fired a brutal upper cut.
That last punch crossed Desiree's eyes comically. The pain faded away as she lost consciousness, giving Desiree a few seconds to remember her first time with Peter. She loved him even then.
Desiree never felt her body strike the canvas. Emma started the ten count, certain her friend's lights were out.
Emma glanced at Rosalind, whop beamed happiness with Desiree's public destruction.
"Winner by a complete KO, Rosalind!"
The victor made one turn around the ring, gloves over her head. Then Rosalind stepped from the ring to embrace her younger sister as Emma and Peter carried Desiree to the recovery room.
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