If I was Miranda I think I'd be a bit intimidated.
You've gotta admit, fighting 8 rounds with a busted jaw is a pretty bad ass thing to pull off.... regardless of the circumstances.
Kind of like the feeling you'd get after busting a pool stick over someone's head only to see them brush wood splinters off of their shoulders and continue walking towards you.
I call it the Homer syndrome with a side prognoses of aggressive retribution (a guy with a good beard that fights back).
Dr. Hibbert: Well, sir, you more than meet every one of this state's
requirements to box, wrestle or be shot out of a cannon.
Marge: [growls]
That's what we get for living in a state founded by
circus freaks.
Dr. Hibbert displays an X-Ray of Homer's head
Dr. Hibbert: You have an absolutely unique genetic condition known as "Homer
Simpson syndrome".
Homer: Oh, why me...
Dr. Hibbert: Your brain is cushioned by a layer of fluid 1/8th of an inch thicker than normal,
acting like a football helmet.
Why, I could wallop you all day with this surgical two-by-four
without ever knocking you down.
[brandishes a brand new two-by-four, then checks his watch]
But... I have other appointments.