Dante Harris was running. Running from an abusive past. Running from a messy break up. Running from the life he left in the small city of Round Rock Texas.
Somehow this small town boy has found himself in the busy streets of New York City, and in t...
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I watched as Grayson helped Dante up into the ring. "Hey hey hey, what the hell are you doing? You need to take it easy." I chastised him, but he waved his hands in a quick dismissal.
"We don't have much time." He said, handing me my water and towel. "Malcom is good. Really fucking good. But you're better, Sammy. Stop looking for an opening- create one. Use the 1>6>3>4 combo but switch that rear uppercut with a rear hook. Malcom is favoriting his right side. Use that against him. Hows the hand?"
Dante was talking so quickly, I barely managed to follow. Once my brain finally processed that there was a question there at the end, I gave him a nod. "It hurts but I'll manage."
He extended his hands so I could hand him the towel and water. "Kick some ass so we can get to the celebrating part already." He said, sending me a wink. That got me riled up in the best way possible. The things I was going to do to Dante once all this was over...
The very first thing was going to be taking his ass to the hospital.
"Yes, coach." I replied, watching as Grayson helped him back out of the ring. There was only seconds left on the clock before round three. It was time to get serious.
Malcom had one of his novices coming in on break to hand him water and a fresh towel. I thought he might of had Shaun do it, but judging by the state Dante put him in, It didn't look like Shaun would be getting back in this ring anytime soon. I also didn't think that Malcom liked Shaun much at all. The novice scrambled to quickly get out of the ring, in preparation for the third round.
As soon as the ref called it, Malcom was the first to strike.
He threw a combo in my direction. I blocked the first few punches, but I allowed to last one to it me. It damn near knocked the wind out of me, however, it also opened up his left side. I lead with the combo Dante told me about. It was a knockout combo we had practiced this week, but Dante tweaked it a bit.
With that left side exposed, I was able to land a jab, rear hook. I put all my strength into it, envisioning my hand going straight through the side of Malcom's face. My hand was soaring with pain as it made contact, but I pushed past it. That follow through resulted in Malcom crashing onto the mats.
His body went limp from the knockout.
I half expected him to get up again, but that hit was too much for anyone to bounce back from. I made certain of it.
There was a moment of silence, before the crowd behind me lost their shit. Malcom hadn't lost a match in years. He damn sure hadn't been knocked out before. The ref barely had time to call the match, before I was being tackled by my team.
"That was fucking beautiful!" Kyle exclaimed with excitement. I had to literally rip him off of me.
"I got a photo of you right as you knocked him out. In the process of making prints as we speak." Grayson added, flipping through his phone photos with a satisfied smile playing on his lips. I was happy to see the guys, but there was someone in particular that I owed a thank you to.
