99. Amy Lowers the Stakes
Amy forms her right hand into a tiny fist, rears back, and swings away. The only thing she hits is air. She tries again with the left hand. Again, she finds that she's too far away to hit the diva. After flailing around uselessly for a few seconds, Amy gives up. She smiles sheepishly at the diva and shrugs, hoping the humor of the situation will lead the diva to let bygones be bygones.
Amy has no such luck. The diva stands Amy on the ground, then balls her left hand into a fist as big as a cantaloupe, which she places on top of our heroine's head. She then windmills her right arm, bringing it three-hundred-sixty degrees around to pound on her left fist. The force transfers through to Amy with a loud WHUMP, and Amy finds she has been pounded waist-deep straight into the ground.
All Amy can do is stare helplessly as the diva goes down to her knees, puts both fists together above her head, then pounds Amy once again, leaving Amy buried up to her neck.
Amy looks up through a trauma-induced haze and a pounding headache at her antagonist. “C-c-can you let me go? I p-p-promise not to come back?” She does her best to flash a girlish smile at the portly chanteuse, only to discover that she's now missing a few teeth.
The diva responds by standing up, raising her right leg, and stomping on Amy's head. Amy has now had her entire body pounded straight into the ground like a tent stake.
Amy can console herself that all the blunt force trauma to the head means that she won't feel the effects of asphyxiation so acutely as her oxygen-starved brain slowly turns out the lights and checks out for good.
Amy is in no condition to continue this adventure or her life.