Stomper tapped out at four minutes forty seconds. When Fury got up and prowled away from Stomper, Nathan’s triumph was s****l. He was half hard, breathing fast, and he drained the dregs of his beer as the fighters took their minute break. The judges declared the round a ten-eight, and the announcer stirred the crowd into a frenzy.
The next two rounds were ten-sevens, which meant, from what Nathan had learned, that Fury decimated Stomper without breaking a sweat. Paul let out a war cry and picked up Kayleigh, both of them cheering. Sarah grabbed Nathan’s arm, and they grinned at each other, but Nathan’s gaze swung back to Fury like a magnet seeking its opposite charge. Fury lifted an arm, but that was it for celebrating. He bowed again to Stomper, who was getting a cut swabbed by a medic;
