hes a ****in midleweight!!!
WTF!!! ortiz coming in 161 lbs !!!
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I remember coming in well over what I was supposed to weigh. I was in poor condition for the bout anyway, considering the stellar condition that I used to be in I was far from fighting condition. I looked at the weigh master and shrugged my shoulders, either my opponent takes the fight or not. We were 8lbs apart and that was well with in the weight difference allowed for a professional bout.
I worked my construction job that day, returned home and immediately with bags prepacked and ready to drive to the fight. I for the first time saw my opponent for the bout as we were cominginto the hall. The chairs were placed in neat rows of 8 and the men worked on the preparation of the ring, tightening the rope and putting on the ring skirt. He didnt look partcularly impossing or intimidating, he looked smaller.
As we entered the ring to fight later that night I again looked him over from acrossed the ring. He looked in shape with good definition to his muscles as he bounced finishing his warm up routine. I couldn't get over the fact that he just looked small. He had normally fought as a jr. welterweight and had 20+ proffesional bouts under his belt. As the introductions were completed we were brought to the center of the ring to hear the final instructions. Our eyes meet face to face as we both continue or warming up processes and listen to the referees words. I roll my neck around as the tiny bones crackle and grind and then look again deep into his eyes.
I knew when I had weighed in heavy for the fight and that he had every right to step back an not except my failure to come in trim. But he excepted the match still and as I look into his eyes I can see that he sees this was all a big mistake. I stood on the slightly tall end of the average welterweights height and he stood just a little under, but still he just seemed small. I cracked a smile from the side of my mouth and touched gloves then returning to my corner I await the opening bell.
At the bell I walk to my right along the ropes as my opponent begins towards the center of the ring. When he reaches me I stick a jab , not breaking the rythme of my walk. The glove pounds against his eye as I coninue my walk around the ring. Again he pursues as I again jolt out when he is in range, the glove again pounding his face. I step twice shooting two cover jabs and drop the right hand over his glove to his ear. All of the blows landed flusly, I shuffle out of range. Moving about the ring I begin to think asbout him having 20+ fights and my initial reaction when I had first heard the stat. Those blows should not be landing so easily considering his experience.
I walked the outer circle of the ring as my opponent just pivoted around circling with his hands up. I feint a jab as his right glove comes out to catch it I jump in with a tight sweeping hook, violently jolting his head to the side. As I saw the impact I immediately stepped in with a quick follow up hook, my opponent dumps to the canvas.
As the referee counted I found the nutral corner and turned to see my fallen opponent. He was on one knee with his arm d****d over the bent knee. He was going to get up, I knew this, and at 8 he did. The referee wiped his gloves of any debris and we were ordered to box. I again begin circling the ring. It seemed that my opponent just wanted to stay away from me. I close in again easily touching his face with my jab. I take the side and begin circling again. I
Just the same as I had I before I feint. Again his glove reaches for the jab and I load up a huge left hook. AS he moves to react I shoot my right hand crashing into the back side of his jaw, he drops hard. The referee pushes me away as he arms wave in ithe air ending the fight. My corner enters the ring and I turn to my fallen opponent. He just looked so small...........Rockin'
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