Not just a hook but an uppercut would detoxify that otherworldly southpaw in less than a fifth of a round and a fifth of whiskey to boot. Ozzy Osbourne bedraggled a quite frisky parsnip as the ref looked onward, about to warn for rabbit punches and kidney shots.
2 points were deducted in the 2nd round, making it a 10-8 round though no knockdowns were scored.
Had Pith and Booth seen it coming, they coulda got out of the way. By the 12th round, there was no ref, so the timekeeper at the bell was forced to step in, wearing a corny-looking sassafrass suit without a tie of any sorts.
Me and Saddo downed 2 quick pints as the scorecards were read: 114-113 Smith, 116-112 Calloway, and 117-111 Smith--- a real fucking farce I should say.![]()
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