Beatdown: Two Time!

The bell went.

"Round six commences, the crowd is on their feet, and both boxers look tired. Is this one going to go the distance?"

"Come on champ! Go, go, go!" Brooke called out.

As I advanced, 'Wale retreated. I could see his shoulders sagging.

He lunged forward, delivering a left hook. I parried the blow and responded with a body shot. He attempted to counter, but I parried and struck his nose.

A gush of blood streamed from his nostril.

"Yes! Yes, yes, yes!" Brooke yelled out.

'Wale attempted to retaliate. He delivered a straight left and a right hook, which was easily blocked.

As he continued, my arms absorbed each blow. His movements became sluggish and his punches less powerful.

With each attack, his gloves brushed across my chest. In response, I unleashed a barrage of jabs, and as he ducked his head to protect his face, I followed with a right uppercut that landed cleanly.

"And the American gets in with a vicious uppercut, but the Agony won't go down! No sir!"

'Wale staggered but somehow remained on his feet.

I seized the moment, swinging a right. 'Wale stepped forward, blocking the punch. Instinctively, I followed up with a left cross, landing a clean blow to his chin.

"Oh, Miller connects with the left cross. Oh, and there goes the right! The Agony is in trouble here. He's wobbling."

Olawale stumbled and I pursued, throwing a barrage of lefts and rights.

He raised his glove to guard his head, but I ducked underneath his guard and swung left. My fist crashed into his face, and he stumbled and fell.

"Ooh! Oh! He's down, ladies and gentlemen, and it looks like a nasty cut. He's bleeding, he's bleeding bad."

"Ladies and gentlemen, he's up! The Agony is up, ladies and gentlemen. Oh, and the American may be in trouble now. Olawale Agunbuyi has risen. He is not down, he is not out."

'Wale's face was drenched in blood, his eyes were swollen and bruised.

I threw a hook, causing his guard to drop and exposing his midsection. Seizing the opportunity, I advanced and unleashed a second hook. As he staggered backwards, his head swayed and his knees weakened. Despite his struggle, he bravely gestured for me to come forward, pointing to the center of the ring where he was attempting to stand. "Right here!" he slurred.

The air was thin, and the night carried a biting cold. Suddenly, I felt light and fast. Placing my head against his high guard, I swung recklessly at his body as we traded in the pocket. He shoved me backwards, returning to his guard as if uncertain of his next move. 

I leapt to the right and then to the left, touching his gloves with several bumps just to remind him of my presence. Soon enough, he took the bait, throwing a scripted uppercut that whizzed past my right ear, causing my head to recoil slightly into my neck. As he attempted to return to the high guard I grabbed hold of his left hand pulling it down to reveal a sunken part of the hair at the top of his head. 

In a strange, fluid motion, I thrust my hand upward and forward, angling my elbow toward the sky, delivering a thudding right hand atop his head, akin to a reverse uppercut. A spray of blood splattered onto my cheek as he absorbed the blow. He recoiled like a baby squatting to poop, legs splayed wide and arms limp by his sides, before staggering backward and tumbling through the ropes, out of the ring.

"He's down again, ladies and gentlemen. The Bogey man Eddie, Edward, the energetic Miller has done it, he has knocked Olawale Agunbuyi clean out."

Glancing outside the ring, I saw him lying flat on his back, eyes wide open, limbs sprawled as if undergoing electrocution. The rush of adrenaline surged through my veins, intoxicating in its intensity. Ringside doctors dashed into the ring, sprinting past me to attend to him on the other side.

"What a knockout!"

Several minutes passed, and 'Wale was now seated on a stool, receiving attention from doctors. "Good fight, champ. Let's run it back," he announced as we bumped gloves.

"Let's do it. I'm here any day, just let me know," I replied, steadying myself as Brooke removed my second glove. "Any day, my guy. I'm ready for war," I declared, bumping him again on his chest. He lifted my hand raising it as high as he could, prompting cheers from the crowd.

"Great performance, Eddie," Coach McKenny congratulated.

"What can I say? Learned from the best, sir," I replied, flashing him a wink

"Eddie!" Brooke called out, nodding towards the ringside announcer, who was now in the ring with a microphone.

"Let's give a round of applause for these two incredible fighters. Ladies and gentlemen, the winner by KO in the sixth round, Eddie Miller!"

"Eddie," she began, "you found yourself in pretty familiar territory towards the end of the fourth and then in the fifth, being dropped several times. How do you always manage to come back and secure the victory, and in such a devastating fashion, if I do say so myself?"

"Familiar territory, yeah? My teammate Brooke over there says I've got to stop taking these shots; about time I start listening to her. But listen, first and foremost, I would like to give all the glory to my Lord and personal savior, Jesus Christ, for carrying me through another tough journey. It is so tough, you know. So yeah, thank you, Jesus!"

The crowd let out a hearty cheer, followed soon after by applause.

"Also, can I get a round of applause for Olawale, a true Nigerian warrior to the end he just wouldn't give up, but unfortunately, he lost to the better man on the night. If the money's right, maybe we'll see a rematch, who knows?"

The crowd erupted again.

"Last but not least, Coach McKenny, one thing: keep lining 'em up, and I'll keep knocking 'em down." 

"Come on!" I yelled, flashing a smile as I basked in the cheers from the crowd.

"What's next for you, Eddie? Another fight soon?"

"Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, that reminds me. There's a skanky fool up there in the stands by the name Alexis, you know yourself, son, best you watch..." Brooke grabbed the mic.

"Yeah, we're looking to line up a few other interesting fights. Maybe from the National Championship at Wisconsin in a couple of months. We well and truly believe we have the beating of those guys, but as you know, this is prize fighting, and we very much go where the money goes, so who knows."

"Thank you, Brooke. Eddie, before we wrap up, do you have any final words for your fans watching from home and those gathered here tonight?"

"Yeah, just one thing: I appreciate each and every one of you. Alexis, I've got my eyes on you!" I concluded, catching a stern glance from Brooke as she vigorously shook her head, signaling me to refrain from further comments. "That's all I'll say for now."

"Well, I hope you enjoyed the match. It's been a pleasure being here with you folks. Over to you Steve."

"Ladies and gentlemen, what a fantastic evening it has been, and the excitement continues. If you thought the night was thrilling so far, brace yourselves for the main event: Stevenson versus Umar II. This one is bound to be spectacular, so stay tuned."

"It seems like you owe me some money, Gaffer," I declared as I exited the ring to the right of Brooke.

"Ehh, I'll get you some flowers, pretty girl. Go take care of what you need to, champ. If you can make it out for Mikaela's, I'll be right over there."