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Re: グッチ ベルト メンズ97151
PUGILISM VERNACULAR
by: Bradley Robinson, 2007.
“He’s telegraphing, time his telegraphs!!”
“He brings it back low!” Voices echoed in The Blue Horizon.
“Don’t hook with a hooker!!”
“Throw the right over his lazy left!” yelled a towel-carrier.
“Turn it over!”
The Professor was a southpaw head-hunter and a rhythm fighter. Tonight he wore Winning, but he’d lost his reflexes and his timing. He’d hung ‘em up 2 years before, but one of the Alphabet Soups had made him their Champion Emiritus allowing him to be in The Big Show tonight along with ring-rust. Once he had a good set of whiskers, but now it was a suspect-chin leaving him a bit gun-shy. In the squared circle with him was a body-snatcher who was also a pressure fighter. Metacarpal issues led to the body-snatcher sporting Winning pillows tonight instead of his favored Reyes.
The Professor possessed superior ring-science and experience, but the body-snatcher had youth, speed, and power. Ring Generalship had been the Professor’s forte, but effective aggression belonged to the body-snatcher this night. The falling step with the left jolt by the Professor fell short-of-the-mark. The Professor threw the corkscrew at the perpetually bobbing/weaving swarmer.
The body-snatcher’s cutman exclaimed, “He’s got a mouse, he’s got a mouse! Where’s the Enswell? Get the Enswell, it’s with the Avatene and the Adrenaline! This isn’t Tokyo!!! I thought there was gonna be a tomato can in there tonight! The scribes’ will be saying our guy was EXPOSED! I thought he was ripe to be taken!” The over-excitable cutman was obviously no Al Gavin and certainly no Chuck Bodak!
The round wasn’t over yet. The body-snatcher was a swarmer, and he threw the Gancho at the liver. PAYDIRT, and the body-snatcher went to the farthest neutral corner.
“He’s fallen...and he can’t get up!” ..Or could he? Was it a ticker problem? It was vaguely reminiscent of the aftermath of the mysterious anchor punch by The Greatest in ’65. Would he be saved by the bell?
The third-man-in-the-ring reached 10, and the doctor slid between the ropes. It was a Gancho that had put him horizontal, but because of the Professor’s earlier reactions, the doc was wary of a possible subdural hematoma. In any case, Dementia Pugilistica certainly awaited both pugilists…ALL pugilists. Fortunately the Professor was lucid. A lacerated liver and a fractured false rib were most probable; the Professor had been dusted by a legitimate Gancho thrown with bad intentions. It was no anchor punch.
The 10-Point Must System was rendered obsolete because the body-snatcher had taken it out of the 3 judges’ incapable hands. Marquis of Queensberry had prevailed tonight, both guys had been clean with superb examples on display of competitive spirit and sportsmanship. The crowd was on their feet giving it up for both ring-warriors. That’s Boxing.
Give this article to your pals who are non-boxing fans; ask what they don’t understand. This article makes complete sense to the hardcores.
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