Damut spit blood as he took a hard right cross to the chin. He grinned as the blood mixed with saliva ran down his chin. His opponent came in with a quick jab that damut ducked under and partied with a left hook. The man backed up against a wall on one side of the alley. Damut advaced and threw a one two combination that forced his opponents head to smack against the wall, leaving a spot of blood behind as the man fell to his knees. Damut backed up letting the man stand. His adrenaline was pumping so hard he barely heard the small crowd cheering and jeering. Damut was caught with a three punch combo to his ribs. He felt a rib crack under the mans fists. Damut didnt let his pain show and attacked with a quick jab which set the mans
mans head back, he grabbed him by the belt and tossed the slightly larger man against a trash can, making him stumble. Damut once again let him stand. Damut layed back this time and let his opponent advance. The man came in with a jab that damut once again ducked, the man followed with a right upercut that would have laid damut flat on the brick if he hadnt evaded narrowly. Damut planted his foot on his opponents, and threw a powerful right hook followed with a left elbow. The man started to slump at the knees and damut checked him in the jaw with a hard right uppercut, feeling a tooth shatter with the blow. The man fell to the ground once more but damut knew he wasnt getting up. He walked to the organiser and grabbed a wad of cash as the man was drug to the side. He heard the organiser call for the next fight as he leaned against a dumpster and lit a cigarette.
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KaliMuscle stood in the back of the crowded smokey room as the bloodied man crumbled to the ground. He smiled, feeling happy about his decision to put his money on Damut, and even happier that he had been able to convince most of the other people in attendance to bet on the other guy.
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Damut was here in this bloody, smokey place he loved once again. There was something about it all. How the world stopped turning once his fist connected to his opponent.
He was brought out of his daze as he heard the crowd cheering. Was he still down? Shit, he had better stand up before the count was over. He stood and immediately the giant of a man started his vicious attack Damut had had to endure for the last ten minutes.
The man launched himself at damut swinging with a wide right haymaker that he easily ducked. These large guys were just so slow. As long as he could stay outside of his range and sneak in a few good blows the fight was his. Damut hit him with a glancing jab that left a cut. The man stumbled and damut gave him a shove with his boot to help him down. The man stood, furious. He once again started in at a half run. Damut saw the mans feet cross after a couple steps and sent a quick, hard jab upwards to the mans chin. The man fell, tripping over his own feet when he tried to back peddle. Damut watched as his opponent spit blood from his mouth. The man stood again, continuing his over aggressive attack. But slower than before. As the huge man threw three more haymakers damut dodged all of them. After dancing around 4 more of his monogamous combinations damut noticed how slowly his opponent was moving. Damut grinned as he advanced for the first time this fight. He threw two quick jabs to the mans chin, then switched to south paw and tagged him with a heavy uppercut to the belly, followed by a hard left cross to the ribs. Damut backed off, wanting to catch his breath. And advanced again. The mans hands were up but not really doing any good as they were held loosely. Damut switched back to orthodox and sent a straight right through to the mans teeth, followed by two identical punches. The man stumbled backward and damut followed. Just as he was thinking the fight was almost over he was caught by a killer haymaker, throwing him to the bricks. Jesus those guys blows were like twelve gauge slugs when they connected. He sat there for a few moments waiting for his vision to clear some before he stood again. Damut advanced again wanting this fight to be over. The man threw three more strikes that were ducked or flicked aside. Damut threw a mean right hook to the mans temple, sending him reeling. His opponent threw another of his haymakers, but instead of dodging, Damut waited until he saw his opening and threw an uppercut to the mans elbow, or two inched past it. Damut felt more than heard the mans arm break. Wasting no time damut sent a right straight into the mans adams apple, putting all of his body into it. The hulking man slumped to the ground. And after waiting to make sure this mean son of a bitch was down for the count he sat down on the spot. He was dizzy and knew he had a bad concussion. After a small wait he collected his money, and made his way to the clinic, where he knew he would be meeting his opponent. Maybe theyd go get a beer after they got fixed up.
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Damut hated doing this, but he had been winning too often. No one wanted to bet against him.....except for himself this time. He shook his head as he began to climb from the bricks. This man was nothing he was thinking as he was struck by a right hook that he could have swatted away with ease. No form, he ducked under a left haymaker and countered with a soft jab. He let his opponent check his chin with a straight right and then a left hook, followed by two hooks to the body. It didn't hurt all that bad, but it was annoying all the same. He threw a half assed left cross that his opponent blocked and countered with a right hook. Damut did his best to make it look real, his let his legs go weak, his arms fall limp, and his head bounced off of the bricks. He kept his eyes shut for a couple seconds after the count was finished. He then sat up slowly, acting dazed. The fight coordinator walked to him and 'helped' him up. Damut took his winnings, a thick wad of cash. Embarrassing and degrading it was, but damn it payed good. Next time he would lose again. But after that? He was going to hurt thevother man badly. That might make him feel better. He chuckled to himself as he went to work on fixing his hair.
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