Air rushed by his ear; America ducked feeling his competitor's fist graze past his head. He swung a low left feeling his own fist make contact with soft flesh. The champ danced back out of range preparing for the next strike. His breathing become slower and his eyes now shifted looking at every angle calculating considering the next move.
The round had started with speed and power the blows had been fast and rained down hard faster than anyone in the audience could see the young rookie and the returning champ battle grow more and more heated, but as the time ticked away the two were both taking it slow; sizing each other up trying to see the next move. The bidders were no longer cheering the onlookers were silent with shock that the rookie had lasted more than ten minuets
Alfred could feel the sweat on his bare back his vision filled with red from a cut that bled above his eye. The champion swayed on the balls of his feet waiting for the next attack his body covered with scars from previous fights. As Alfred looked over his opponent he noticed the champs left arm was starting to swell at the shoulder joint. could hit that spot just right than it might spell the end and finish the match up The champ launched forward pushing his shoulders forward throwing his weight into the punch he prepared Alfred waited until the old man was close enough and jumped to the side feeling the punch land on his left side He felt the searing pain as a rib cracked from the hit and swung up hitting the injured arm the champ dropped with a gasp of air. Alfred saw the ref step forward but didn't hear the cheers or the count he felt an arm wrap around his mid section and started to cough
"You bloody idiot you broke a rib" came Arthur's voice as he was drug to the locker area. "Didn't I tell you not to get in his range?"
"If I didn't the match would have gone on forever and I won that's what matter" Author sighed and pulled out some bandage and wrap's and proceeded to wrap Alfred's torso
"If you have to go to the hospital it's on you this time" he grumbled.
A side door opened and the voices of excited of bettors trying to make bet on the next match or collecting money from the previous fight filled the quiet of the locker room. The ref walked in with Mattie behind him. "Whoever is in charge needs to come and pick up the winnings before our next match the ref warned and walked back with Arthur trotting behind him. After he left Canada came over to America and tapped his shoulder pointing at it "thanks Mattie Alfred reached over using a towel to wipe away cover-up he used on the old scar. He quickly threw his shirt back on before anyone walked back in.
"Well it sounds like I made us some money today how about we go get some dinner before England tries to cook again?"
(Sorry that the up date took so long, but school and rl called me away from my work Also my editor went on strike; so it take awhile to clean the stories sorry if there is still bad grammar but look forward to weekly to every other week updates starting this week)