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Boxing: the belt

In the red corner stood the challenger, Jack "The Hammer" Johnson, his broad shoulders rippling with muscles, his face set in a fierce expression. In the blue corner stood the reigning champion, "Iron" Mike Tyson, his eyes narrowed as he watched his opponent with a predatory gaze.

The crowd roared as the two fighters stepped into the ring, the bright lights shining down on them like a spotlight. The referee gave them the rules, and they touched gloves, both fighters determined to win the championship belt.

The bell rang, and the fight began. The two fighters circled each other, each one looking for an opening. "The Hammer" threw the first punch, a powerful right hook that missed its mark. "Iron" Mike countered with a left jab that landed on his opponent's chin, and the crowd gasped as "The Hammer" stumbled back.

For the next few rounds, the two fighters traded blows, each one landing punches on the other. "Iron" Mike had the upper hand, his years of experience showing in his precise movements and deadly accuracy. But "The Hammer" was not one to give up easily, and he fought back with all his strength, his fists pounding against his opponent's body.

As the fight continued, the two fighters became more and more exhausted, their movements slowing down. "The Hammer" took a hit to the stomach that made him double over in pain, and "Iron" Mike saw his chance. He threw a powerful uppercut that connected with his opponent's chin, and "The Hammer" fell to the mat.

The crowd held its breath as the referee began the count. "One…two…three…" But then something happened that no one had expected. "The Hammer" got up, his eyes blazing with determination. He was not going to give up, not when he had come so far.

The two fighters continued to trade blows, their bodies battered and bruised. The final round arrived, and both fighters knew that this was their last chance. "Iron" Mike threw a punch that missed, and "The Hammer" saw his opening. He threw a powerful uppercut that connected with his opponent's chin, and "Iron" Mike went down.

The crowd erupted as the referee began the count. "One…two…three…" But then "Iron" Mike got up, his eyes blazing with determination. He was not going to give up, not when he had worked so hard to keep his championship belt.

The two fighters circled each other, both of them exhausted but determined to win. The final bell rang, and the crowd held its breath. The judges tallied up their scores, and then the announcer spoke. "Ladies and gentlemen, we have a split decision. The winner, and new champion, is…Jack 'The Hammer' Johnson!"

The crowd went wild as "The Hammer" raised his fists in victory. He had done it, he had beaten the champion and won the championship belt. And as he looked across the ring at his opponent, he knew that even though they had been fighting against each other, they had both given their all, and he had truly earned his belt, and that's what mattered most.