We touch gloves and start pacing around each other. The roar of the crowd prevents me from hearing anything Bobby is trying to tell me. Hurt tries to go for a takedown, but i defend it easily. Spreading my legs apart and keeping my balance, I break his hand grip around me and we get back to pacing around each other. He is walking on his hind legs, which means he either has good cardio, or is a kicker. We are going for 3 5 minute rounds. He throws a flurry of punches, which I dodge easily, but only to be clinched against the cage. Luckily Bobby is behind me, so I'm hearing everything he says to me. "Relax Logan! Your doing good! Get that left arm inside, then push up and out!" I do just that and I'm out of clinch. We exchance a few shots, but nothing that did any serious damage. I then see if I can try to break this guy. I bring out my shin. I go for his hamstrings. left, right hook, shin. I switch my lefts and rights, but still use my shin. He comes in for an uppercut, but i block and evade, and shoot my shin as hard as i can to his left leg.
*WHAM*. My shin hits his leg directly. I could feel his femur bone against my shin, THATS how hard i hit him. "OHHH!!!!!!" The crowd certainly heard it, and he felt it, but he didn't flinch."Damn" I thought. "Don't just go for his leg, Logan! Damage him everywhere!" Yelled Bobby. I then go for a high kick, and just miss full contact. I twist my body and shoot high, and my toes make contact with his jaw. But to no accomplishment. It barely hurt him. He throws a flurry and back to clinching. This time he just pushes me up against the cage, and does absolutely nothing. I look at the clock. :13. "shit, I gotta do something" I thought. I push him off a bit and just go for body shots. He absorbs them and in return he throws a flurry. This time I'm cornered, so I just cover up and bob and weave. *ERRRRRRRR!*. Airhorn. We go back to our corners. Bobby runs in and splashes me with water. "Lets wash this man juice off you. You're doing great dude! you totally won that round." "I hate clinching, I think I felt him clawing at my sides dude." "Holy shit! I see it! He clawed you dude! Theres blood! I got it." Bobby takes out a towel and splashes it with Luke water and rubs my left side hard. 10 seconds later, the bleeding stops. "Okay, what do you think? What are you gonna do?" "I'm gonna have fun, Bobby." He smiles at me, "Haha alright dude, but don't push it. Lets see if he has any ground work in this round aight?." "Okay, I'll try to get him down over by your corner." "Good, that way I'll yell profanity at him and tell him how much his face reminds me of an ugly penis." "Sounds good." "TIME IS UP! ROUND TWO!" yells the referee. Bobby takes my face into his hands, "Make me proud, boo boo". By far the gayest thing he has ever said to me.
We touch gloves and we go again. He instantly goes for the clinch. "FFFFUUUUUUUUU!!!" I thought. I'm not having this shit. I push him up and throw a flurry of body shots. He couldn't react fast enough, and got hit hard. He backs up, while breathing heavily. We circle around each other and exchange punches. I work my bobbing and weaving into my shots, and it shows. Every 5 punches I get in, he gets 1 in on me. After about a minute of exchanges, Its time to work on my ground work. I sweep for his legs, and I instantly take him down. He locks his legs around my waist for full guard, and keeps it there. He will not let go for anything. I try switching to side control, or even getting out, but he just sticks in place. I look at the clock. 3:49. I've been in this position for 2 minutes and the referee hasn't done a damn thing? Prick. Lets try something. I get my head under his right armpit and get my hands to the mat. I get to my feet and pick him up, and also immediately slam him back down. Apparently it knocked the wind out of him, because he unlocks his legs. I lose no time and pop to my feet and spread around the cage. The referee signals Hurt to get up, and he takes his time.
Now here's where it gets stupid. Hurt evades me. He basically runs around he fucking ring for the remainder of the round. He knows the full guard would make him win the round, so he does just that. I sweep, he just runs away. I jab, he runs away. I juke at him, runs away. So i get creative. I stand in the middle of the ring while he circles me, and just stand perfectly still. Seeing if he will at least try to do SOMETHING. He does absolutely nothing. Which made the crowd and referee mad. He stops Hurt from frolicking around and takes a point away from him, which is HUGE! Meaning, I just won the round. He didn't like it, because once the referee signaled the judges Hurt comes after me. He throws punches, and clinches. Tries to knee me, but fails. Then he head-butts me. Which is illegal, but the ref didn't see it. But the crowd did. :10 seconds left in the round and he head-butts me. I get dizzy. Everything gets fuzzy. I just cover up and wait to hear the horn. *EERRRRR!!* The airhorn blew, but I still feel punches. He still throws them for a good 3 seconds. The ref throws him off of me and is yelling, threatening to throw him out if he does it again. He just smiles and walks to his corner. The crowd instantly boo's him and I heard Alvarez had the look of disgust. The ref stands me up, "You ok, kid?", I nod and walk to my corner. Bobby takes an ice pack and puts it on my forehead. "FUCK HIM UP!!!" He yelled at me. "He is getting desperate, meaning he is weak now. Take out the axe and start CHOPPING!" "He...hit me hard...Bobby.." "Your ok man! just focus on me! How many fingers am I holding up?" "You're not holding up any." " 'ATTA BOY!" He massages my shoulders while whispering to me. "Heres what I want you to do. I want you to just give him a few jabs and a few kicks, then when I give you the signal, you unleash hell on the pricky bastard. Got it?" "Whats the signal?" "You'll know. Just get out there and break out the axe until I give you the signal." "Gotcha". I get up and actually feel refreshed. I look over at hurt, who is laughing. I now notice I have a huge bump on my forehead. He did this to me. He's gonna get it. I'm gonna fucking murder this kid.
I hope Bobby gives me that signal soon. I wanna show everyone how hard I hit people.
The ref signals and we go for the final round. Hurt starts circling me, trying to go for the clinch. I get him good on his first try. As he goes for one of my elbows, I dodge to the left and basically slap the back of his head. *WHAP!*, He looks at me with the face of a killer. I just smiled. He then tries to throw punches. A few jabs, but nothing special. I give him a few more leg kicks, which I knew were hurting. I could see it in his face, and also when he started limping. But I don't go for his leg, I'm waiting for the signal. I look at Bobby, and he just signals *thirty seconds*. I go for a few more leg kicks, and just a few right jabs. I'm counting down in my head. 15..14..13..12..11. I circle around and clinch him to the cage for a few seconds. See how he feels when I do a little dirty boxing. 7..6..5. I get back in the center of the ring, and Hurt circles me. 3..2..1. I get close enough for my range. I'm waiting for it.
"LEEEEEEEEEEERRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY JJJEEEEEEENNNNNNNNKKKKKKKKKKIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!".
Best.Signal.Ever.
Thats where I unleash hell. I begin to throw jabs left and right. He starts backing up. I kick for his head. Connect! Hitting his jaw hard. He then pins his back to the cage. This is where it gets messy. I then throw every type of boxing combination I can think of. Left left right, right right left, right left right, left left left right hook, right h left h right h left h. I even threw a few spinning back hands. One of them connected. I then throw one good shin shot to his leg. He screams and gets down on one knee. But I wasn't done. I grab him by his shoulders and stand him back up. I just try to hit him as hard as I could. "FUCK HIM UP LOGANN!!!" I keep saying to myself. He then falls to the ground, where I give him one of the worst beatings of his life. I hammer fist his skull over 7 times. Punch after punch after punch. I felt like I was pounding his head into the center of the earth. Then, he becomes lifeless. Unconscious. I can see in his eyes he is in La La land.
I stand up and circle the ring. The crowd is on its feet and just goes nuts. Bobby is losing his fucking mind. I see Ricky and Leslie and everyone else cheering for me. I honestly felt like I won the UFC belt or something. I climb up the cage and hang off the side. I look at bobby and just scream at him. He screams back. This is what men do. I get off and walk over to Hurt to see how he is doing. He just cusses, and cusses and cusses some more. He gets up and comes up and just shakes my hand, then instantly leaves. Wanting to not be part of anything else anymore. The ref grabs my hand. "LADIES AND GENTLEMAN! WITH A WIN IN THE THIRD ROUND BY KNOCKOUT! YOUR WINNER, LOGAN "THE HYBRID" SZUCH!!!!" The ref raises my hand and I just yell into the air. I finally did it. I have fought and won! and this is my first fight? Good god, I can't wait until I can actually do this for a living. Bobby comes into the ring and gives me a bear hug. Again, this is what men do. "You did it man! You kicked his ass!!!" "I know. I was there". John comes into the ring and shakes my hand. "You think I did good, John?" "You got the bonus, Logan. Holy fuck you got the bonus." "Good to hear." Ricky comes up and just shakes my hand and winks at me. I considered it a compliment, as well as a pick up technique. Leslie came out of fucking nowhere and jumps to me, giving me a huge hug. She wraps her legs around me, and I just spin around screaming. The crowd whistles, and does the whole *oww oww!!* thing. John, Bobby, and Ricky just stared at us. I stop spinning and look at all three of them. "What? Can't a man get a hug from a pretty lady?" Leslie instantly blushed, which i thought was funny. She gets down and we walk out of the cage. I haven't high fived that many people before walking back. Kinda hurt.
I walk back to the locker room to the doctor, who inspects me. I got a concussion. Holy shit. But aside from that, I'm fine. John insists I go to the hospital, and I agree. I sit down and Bobby begins to take off my gloves. "I'm fucking proud of you man, that was great." "Thank you, I appreciate it. Nice signal by the way." "I knew you'd like it.". After a few minutes talking with everybody, a man walks in. "That was a hell of a fight you had there, Mr. Hybrid." "Thank you, sir. May I ask who you might be?" "I'm Eddie's manager". My heart fucking sunk. HIS MANAGER?!?!?! Oh please Lord. Please tell me I get a half a million dollar bonus. "I'm assuming I did something that caught your eye then? In order for you to come back here." "Yes. Your entire skill level is what caught my eye. Also Eddie's eye. Stick around after the event, so we can talk." "Yes sir." He thanks me again and walks out. I just scream. "I AM GOD!". "You really aren't" said john. "You're most likely Buddha's gay half brother, though. Thats something to be proud of." Bobby. A truly funny man. We talk for a bit more and watch the remaining fights. All while I think in my head, "Oh man, this is awesome. Eddie Alvarez thought I was a good fighter. I hope this turns out for the best".
Thats when I realize, "Fuck, how am I gonna keep this bump on my head to myself?" Bobby raises his hand. "Just tell your mom you passed out from busting a nut too hard, and you fell flat on your face."
".......fair enough"
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