Chapter 7
He was now waiting in the corner, waiting for the first bell, he seemed calm, and relaxed, while the other person, his opponent, was jumping around enthusiactically like an idiot. He had laced up his gloves and talked to his driver a bit before the match. "You sure you're ready for this man?" The driver would ask. A small smirk would appear across his face as he looked over at the driver. "Are you sure you're ready for this? This fight will end quick and easy." "Don't be so sure about that. This guy hasn't lost a match yet." "Well, today will be the first." His smirk got even wider as the bell had rang. His face had lost all it's happiness and went straight to seriousness. He stood in a regular boxing stance, with his right hand up by his face and his left hand in front of him, both ready to strike. A quick jab was thrown at his face as his body smoothly moved backwards. His body returned to it's normal position and threw a left hook to the ribs, and made contact. The opponent seemed to show a bit of grimace, as his opponent seemed to have a bruise there from the last fight. He could use this to his advantage. Another quick jab made contact with his face, as his opponent had caught him just a tad off guard. He quickly shook it off as he threw a right hook into his opponent's cheekbone, kind of stunning him a bit. He quickly threw a left jab into his opponen't jaw, and a right power punch into his stomach. The opponent quickly got back into his positen before he could throw another punch. His opponent decided to fight dirty. The Unknown Boxer somewhat stumbled as his opponent's foot had kicked his shin a bit. The refferee didn't seem to see it, neither did anyone in the crowd. he quickly shook it off, before getting another jab to the face, and a right upper cut to his stomach. He stumbles a bit, but doesn't fall. His left hand quickly slaps away a left hook coming at him, as his right hand was quickly thrown into his opponent's stomach. His opponent stumbles a bit, but bounces off of the ropes and as the Unknown Boxer was about to punch, he was somewhat clotheslined bit a left hand. This brought him off of his feet, and flat on his back. The Ref quickly hovered over him, counting from 1, going up to ten "1!" Come on... "2!" Damnit! "3!" His fist pounded on the mat as he quickly got into his feet. What would Mom say if you lost her ring in a fight? You have to win this! With this he would quickly get back into his stance, and the ref signaled to fight as the three taps were heard to indicate 10 seconds left in the first round, which was pure dodging for The Unknown Boxer. The bell rang three times to indicate that the round was over. He walked back to his corner and sat down on the stool that was set down for him. He took a sip of water, swishing it around his mouth, the spitting it in the funnel that was next to him. He then took a gulp and swallowed it. "Come on man, you know you can win! You can't lose your Mom's ring!" The driver had encouraged him "I'm well aware of that Mike." Mike was the driver. "And if you win, you get a slave. A slave man!" "I know that! I'm more worried about that ring!" The bell had rang, starting the second round. He quickly stood up, planning on ending this fight in the second round. He got back in his position, ready to fight. A quick jab was thrown into his opponent's stomach, and then a power punch straight into his nose. This was enough to knock him down. A smirk had appeared across his face, as he waited for the ref to start counting, or for him to get up. "1! 2! 3! 4!" His opponent had stood up, ready for more. The smirk had faded as the ref had signaled for the fight to start. The opponent decided to get dirty again. He had thrown a right power punch, which landed, but he felt tripped, and fell on his back. Damnit! Little dirty slimeball! "1! 2!" He only had time for 2. What a shame, the opponen't little scheme didn't work at all. He was already up and ready to fight again. He was now ready for a giant combo. His left hand had landed in the opponent's nose, making his head tilt back , then his right hand was thrown into his jaw in a power punch, his left hand was then thrown again into the opponent's right cheekbone, then vice versa with the other hand, his left hand was hooked into the opponent's ribs, and so did his right hand. Then another quick jab with the left hand, and then his arm had reared back and under his chin in a very powerful uppercut, which sent his opponent backwards in the air, landing flat on his back. "1! 2! 3! 4! 5! 6! 7! 8! 9! 10!!! It's over!" The crowd had went completely wild as The Unknown Boxer had raised both arms in the air with an excited look on his face. "Ladies and Gentlemen! The Unknown Boxer has won by knockout! Please lower the cage so he can collect his prize!" The loudspeaker had blared out. The Unknown Boxer had looked up, watching the cage being brought down, as he stepped back a bit. He looked at the contents of the cage, meeting eyes with his new slave. He seemed expressionless at first, but that quickly went away as a grin had been plastered on his face, showing appreciation for his prize.