Fifty(ish) punches

“MORE!”
“MORE!”
“MORE!”

The crowd just cheered wildly when Simone got to 5 fingers. Simone smiled brightly, then hammered Timmy with a barrage of unstoppable punches. Her black fists of fury blazed, smashing his stomach, face, chest, and groin. Timmy flopped around like a rag doll as the goddess bashed him silly. The crowd did their best to keep track. “45 46 47 48 49!”

Simone kissed her fist and wound up, spiraling her fist in an almost cartoony display. She was about to swing when Timmy lashed a hand out desperately, slapping Simone across the face.

The crowd “Oooooh”ed as Simone froze in mid-swing.
Timmy looked ready to hurl, holding his bruised stomach as he staggered drunkenly from the corner. He was barely even aware of himself as Simone loomed behind him.

“You DARE strike back!? You DARE interrupt my display of how pathetic you are? You will face my worst now, infant male…”