THERE WERE A FEW THINGS OSCAR WANTED, but today all he could think was a glass of Chardonnay.
There was blood splattered all over the mat. His lower lip was cracked because of an upper hook. Weston was on fire as he landed a couple of punch combos at him. There was just no stopping as his opponent kept on hitting him with murderous power jabs.
"Is that everything you got, Golden Boy? I heard you let lose to win. Will I get that pleasure?" Weston chuckled as he prepared to pin Oscar to the mat.He had a wide stance and his back was hunched. He was prepared to charge at any time.
Oscar made a mental note to step to the left twice before the man could tackle him. "Let’s see if you are worthy of such a thing." He taunted Weston by gesturing with his fingers, telling his opponent to come clos
