You do (Strike 2)

She was ready the second the third bell rung, but you were ready at the first. You bolted across the canvas like a mounted knight with your elbow out front as your lance.

Your arm makes contact with her solar plexus, and she lets out a “Aaagh!” As you barrel her over, putting her flat on the mat as you draw first blood.

The crowd cheers, loving the aggressive opening from both of the beautiful and powerful opponents.