Riya's hands drop, no doubt to protect her wounded stomach, so its time to go to the head.  I throw everything into a big right hand that lands flush on Riya's chin, pushing it backwards as her body contorts along the ropes.  That's got to be it.  Riya was on dream street before, now she's rented a hotel for the night, courtesy of my right hand.

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