As Chinedu came within range he decided not to take the opportunity to throw the right. His experience shone through; never stand toe to toe with a brawler. He feinted a move to the right and swiftly switched moving to the left. He watched as Chinedu’s overhand right hit nothing but air, and saw that he was now off balance.
Jarrett instinctively saw the opening and threw a double jab then a right straight, then moved back maintaining his distance. Chinedu stumbled slightly, the punches taking advantage of his lack of balance. He regained his footing and stood up straight, ready to move forward like a tank.
Chinedu rushed forward again, willing to take as many punches Jarrett could throw at him just to land one. Jarrett peppered him with Jabs, trying to force a gap between them, every now and then throwing a right then changing direction to circle around him.
Jarrett knew that Chinedu was waiting to throw a power punch; he just had to keep alert and make sure he didn’t get close enough to take the opportunity. He circled around him watching out for the right fist. It suddenly shot out, hooking towards his head.
Jarrett ducked to find that Chinedu had deceived him with a fake hook and had set him up for the uppercut which landed flush. Jarrett was lifted off the canvas; his head snapped back so violently that he thought it was knocked off. Jarrett crashed back down to find himself looking up at the ceiling. His eyes closed he could hear his coach making the count from outside the ring. He had to
