Grizzly’s face contorted into that of sheer hatred and anger as he charged into me once more, cursing Russian slurs at yours truly.
But I was always quick on my feet, with a burst of energy, I swayed past Grizzly in a blur. He might have been big, but he was slow, and his cockiness was his biggest weakness. He swung again, a wild haymaker meant to end the fight, but I saw it coming a mile away.
I ducked under his arm, slipping to his left, and landed a quick jab to his liver with my left hook, giving it everything I got stored up. He gasped, feeling the shockwave of my punch travel through his entire nervous system, and he went down on one knee, clutching his sides. The crowd went crazy as the ref began the count-down.
“1…2….3….4…”
“Get up you bastard!!”
“Get up!!!”
“I’ve got money o
