You are not taking that laying down! You get back up, you almost fall down again with a heavy dizzyness. You are seeing stars. "Come on mother fucker come on", You howl at him, raising your fists for round two. He spins at you. His leg flying so fast you don't see to block it. Sailing over you raised dukes into your neck, breaking it. You fall hard on the ground and he stomps three times. Your head is open, dumping your brains onto the 115 degree pavement to start cooking with a savory greasy smell.