Third person's point of view.

"Fuçk!" Ferguson cursed as he slowly opened his eyes, and massaged the back of his head gently.

He sat up and looked him, only to find himself sitting on the ground, with his phone and wallet laying on the ground next to him.

He frowned as he recalled what had happened earlier, then inhaled sharply and let out a short chuckle.

"She's the first woman to beat me in my own game, what a fuçking badass she is," he muttered under his breath. "But she was a great ...