Page 39 of Undefeated

As we met, I was immediately introduced to a series of his quick jabs. He did have fast hands, but it was his power that worried me.

I followed him close, and the peek-a-boo bullshit started again.

You cock sucker, you trying to lure me? What have you got? What’s your plan?

I got inside and worked his body and arms. It didn’t seem to faze him at all. I continued to work his arms, knowing that sooner or later, he’d either lower his arms - exposing that chin, or try and punch his way out. If he tried to punch his way out, I’d left hook his ass into next fucking week.

I worked his right arm hard with my left hook.

My left’s just as strong as my right you big prick. Did you like that? Hurt, didn’t it?

I swung a left hook as hard as I could. The punch caught him right above the elbow. He winced from the impact.

How’d that feel?

I got him with a series of rights, and a left that caught his right elbow, shoving it into his ribs. He face contorted.

Oh. Did that hurt ya?

I threw two more quick lefts to his body, just below the elbow, followed up by a quick combination to his face. Instinctively, it caused him to raise his arms and try and fight his way out. As he raised his arms, I absolutely unleashed on his torso. Seven or eight quick punches to his torso before he got his arms back down, and he looked like he’d seen a ghost.

Didn’t know I was that fast, did ya, big boy?

He threw a right jab and missed. I countered with a right uppercut and a left hook. The left hook caught his lower abdomen.

He tucked his elbows and winced.

Well, big boy, I either got a rib, or your liver’s hurtin’. Sorry, but this is gonna hurt like a mother fucker.

I immediately stepped in and worked his body with a quick combination, followed by a left uppercut. The uppercut caught him on the right side of the face – a glancing blow. As his head turned left, his right elbow came up.

“Body, kid. Body. Open him up, kid. Body!” I head Kelsey scream.

Where’s that bottom rib, Wilson? Where is it? I want it. I need it.

I went back to the body. As he lowered his arms to protect his body, I threw a few quick jabs to his face.

Better get those arms up. Protect that ugly face of yours. Remember what happened last time? I’m too fast for ya. Get ‘em up. I want that right side. I need me a rib.

There have been several times in my career that I felt like I could see a few seconds into the future. For those moments, I have always been grateful. I do realize that I don’t really see into the future, but it sure seems like it. In a boxing match, knowing what’s next is a huge plus. This was one of those times that everything happened slowly. I felt as if I had an hour to plan this series of punches.

As he raised his arms, Kelsey started to scream.

“Get those ribs, kid. Body! Body! Body! His liver, God damn it, his liver! Body!” Kelsey screamed.

His arms came up.

Huge mistake, Wilson.

As he raised his arms, a right hook to his left side opened up his right side. A solid left hook caught him under his ribcage perfectly. His face distorted in pain. His elbows came down, exposing that chin.

Please Lord, forgive me for what I am about to do.

A quick right jab that glanced off of his ear caused him to raise his head. I threw a left uppercut with every ounce of my being. The left impacted his chin solid, lifting his head sharply. He was immediately unconscious. The unnecessary right cross missed his face as he began to fall to the mat like he was dead.

Time stood still.

His body collapsed to the mat. I stood over him. I wanted to see his eyes.