Intro
He's a brawler.
He's a brawler.
He's a brawler.
He's a brawler.
He's a brawler.
Wayne's words kept repeating in my head. My opponent is a brawler. Meaning he is a slugger. A boxer who lacks finesse in the ring, moves slower, lacks mobility, has a predictable punching pattern, but makes up for all that with raw power and the ability to knockout their opponents with a single punch.
I could be that opponent. I could get knocked out with a single punch, but I refuse to let that happen.
I'm Joel Lyfe. Aka, Sweet Joey. According to Wayne, my corner man/trainer, I look like a sweet innocent girl when in reality I can KTFO a grown 379 pound man. It's happened before. Twice really. That's how I got my nickname.
Back to the brawler.
Its only the third round and I've got this one sweating bullets.
" Alright Joey, I'm gonna need you to end this fast. This is an easy fight, but also a challenging one. You have to watch out for that one punch."
Those were Wayne's encouraging. words.
Ding!
That was the bell for the next round.
The crowd that surrounded the ring cheered loudly has we both stood up. The brawler and I.
Soon I was doing the boxer's handshake and starting the round.
I have to think smart. I have to be swift. I have to be spontaneous. Most importantly, I must show no mercy.
After saying my motivational words, I went to worked.
My opponent is the first to make a move by sending a left hook that I easily weave it. In return, I sent a combo, A left jab followed by a straight right, then a left hook.
That knocked her off balance just slightly, but I still took advantage of that by sending a few quick body punches.
I was so fast, she had to clinch as her defensive attack.
The referee broke us a apart and I'm waiting for her counter punch. Soon enough it comes and I easily dodge it and sent an upper cut.
Once again she is knocked off balance and I'm getting tired of playing around.
My next move was to bum rush and it worked successfully. I knocked her off her feet and the count has started.
1
2
3
4
5
She got back up at five. She should have stayed down. I'm wasting my time with this stupid match.
Before I could do anything though, she hit me with a haymaker knocking my to ground, but it was a flash knockdown.
Before the count started I was on my feet again.
The girl started to throw pitty-pat punches and I find that as I sign of weakness.
When I was sure she wasn't ready I started to do power punches. Going left and right. Hit after Hit. I'm showing know mercy.
I then started doing liver punches, trying to weaken her even more and it works.
After about 17 seconds of that I send a Sunday Punch in her nose knocking her out instantly.
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" You did good tonight Joey. I'm very proud of yah." said Wayne as he helped me pack up my gray duffel bag.
" Thanks. " I simply replied.
" What's your Ma gonna say about nasty cut on your eye?"
" Who knows? These days, it seems like she doesn't give a shit about me anymore." I said with a shrug.
" Watch your mouth girl. I'm sure your mom cares about you. She's just going through a rough is all."
" Yeah whatever." I zipped my bag up and carried it to door.
When I reached the door I threw my gray hoodie on and slung my bag over my shoulder.
" Catch you later Wayne. And don't forget to lock up this time." I was out the door before I heard his comeback.
It was about 2:00 in the morning when I had to walk home while other teens were sleeping. The ones that do sleep.
The gym is about three blocks away from where I live and it shouldn't take more than 15 to 20 minutes for me to walk. For some reason though, the weather decides for it to rain. Hard.
Me being me, I kept my slow steady pace and was in no rush to get home.
