Interviewer: “Alright, gentlemen, the world is watching. Any final words before you step into the ring?”
Jake: “You know what, I’m tired of hearing about your so-called ‘relentless pounding,’ Mike. Your punches are like drizzling rain, nothing but weak taps. I’ve sparred with tougher bags in my gym.”
Mike: “Oh, you can take it, huh? That’s cute. I hope your jaw is as tough as your ass because I’m going to test every inch of it. You think you’re built for this, Jake? You’re not ready for the limits I’m about to push you to.”
Jake: “You push limits? Please. Your ‘machine’ style is predictable and slow. I see right through it. You come forward, pounding like a caveman, and I’ll pick you apart with precision. My fists are the ones doing the talking, not this circus act you’ve got going on.”
Mike: “Precision? Let’s call it what it is—timid little jabs to stay safe. You don’t want this fight. You don’t want to feel what real man power is. I’m not here to dance, Jake. I’m here to break you, one round at a time.”
Jake: “Break me? You couldn’t even break a sweat. I can take it all day and still dish out twice as much. The truth is, you rely on brute force because you’ve got nothing else. No skill, no finesse—just an ugly, lumbering pounding style that’s going to get you embarrassed.”
Unbeknownst to the boxers, The Great Shift was destined to disrupt their match—but not Mike’s ‘Relentless Body-Breaking Pounding’ promise to Jake.”
Interviewer: “Alright, gentlemen, the world is watching. Any final words before you step into the ring?”
ReplyDeleteJake: “You know what, I’m tired of hearing about your so-called ‘relentless pounding,’ Mike. Your punches are like drizzling rain, nothing but weak taps. I’ve sparred with tougher bags in my gym.”
Mike: “Oh, you can take it, huh? That’s cute. I hope your jaw is as tough as your ass because I’m going to test every inch of it. You think you’re built for this, Jake? You’re not ready for the limits I’m about to push you to.”
Jake:
“You push limits? Please. Your ‘machine’ style is predictable and slow. I see right through it. You come forward, pounding like a caveman, and I’ll pick you apart with precision. My fists are the ones doing the talking, not this circus act you’ve got going on.”
Mike:
“Precision? Let’s call it what it is—timid little jabs to stay safe. You don’t want this fight. You don’t want to feel what real man power is. I’m not here to dance, Jake. I’m here to break you, one round at a time.”
Jake: “Break me? You couldn’t even break a sweat. I can take it all day and still dish out twice as much. The truth is, you rely on brute force because you’ve got nothing else. No skill, no finesse—just an ugly, lumbering pounding style that’s going to get you embarrassed.”
Unbeknownst to the boxers, The Great Shift was destined to disrupt their match—but not Mike’s ‘Relentless Body-Breaking Pounding’ promise to Jake.”