Just the way Mr. Alvarez was looking at me was ticking me off. It was as if he already knew that I would miss every punch that I would throw at him and the ending result would be the same for each champion that he took down. But to my fucking surprise, the motherfucker just threw a sudden one-two that hit me square in the face.
Luckily enough, it didn't affect my eyes or nose as much because a swollen eye or a bleeding nose were bad news at the start of the fight.
"I told you to move, didn't I?"
'I can't believe I fucking fell for that...'
I just shook my head as I dashed forward, closing in the distance between me and Mr. Alvarez because even if I still don't have a solid plan to take him down, doing it from a few feet away wouldn't solve it either.
With that said, I tested the waters by sending a snappy one-two of my own but he easily avoided it by turning his head clockwise then stepping in to press me with his lead shoulder. Doing that brought us even closer but his face felt like it was still a ways away.
Despite that, his body was still in close proximity with my fists and I just placed pressure on my toes so I could twist my whole body and give him a compact bodyblow.
It's just that he turned the other side of his body a quarter of the way in to push me with his hips, simply making my punch slide to his oblique abdominal muscles and lose power.
"Oh-ho~ Aiming for my body, eh? You're not as stupid as everyone else who kept aiming for my head! But that's not enough!"
With a grin, Mr. Alvarez twisted his own hips the opposite way to send a body shot of his own. I easily blocked it with my arm but he wound it back again to send a left hook to my jaw.
I thought it was the most basic of combos but as soon as I avoided it with a headslip, his other fist was already close to hitting my face. Instead of a double hook that would start from the body then to the head, it was actually a triple hook where the last one would come from my blindspot.
Despite that, Mr. Alvarez still hit air as I ducked a few inches and tried to send a weird angled upper to his chin, which he casually avoided by stepping back.
"Wow~ You're really good, kid! Try hitting me again!"
Mr. Alvarez just had a huge smile on his face as he presented his face forward though he was just goading me for an attack. Despite his overconfident approach, his eyes were focused on my whole body, anticipating anything that might come inside his circle.
It was the combination of that plus his insane reflexes as to how he could dodge attacks like he could see one second into the future.
He had every right to be a champion and be this playful because he could back it up with his skills. In a sense, being slightly cocky was working out for him because it would make the majority of his opponents send one mindless attack after one mindless attack.
I, on the other hand, was cooking up ways to land a clean hit to his face because I still needed to pay him back for that sudden one-two earlier.
The moment the bead of sweat on my forehead fell to the ground, I suddenly stepped in with my left foot, ducked in and moved forward before I propelled myself up, sending a left hook in a wide arc—waiting for his reaction.
I used more power from my lower body compared to my upper body because the move was a variation of a gazelle punch, but this time, it was an experiment of mine to produce a certain chemical reaction.
"Boxing rules! If I get up in less than 10 seconds—"
"No way, you said 'Knock down', not 'Knockout'! D'you want to see a replay of—"
"I misspoke! I meant knockout!"
"Are you really gonna do this?"
"The fuck— Of course, I fucking will! You didn't tell me you could use both fists!"
"Seriously? Am I supposed to tell you I'm ambidextrous?"
'Not naturally, I mean...'
"Well— No! But— FUCK!"
"Word of advice, Mr. Alvarez... you should stop now."
"Huh? W-Why?!"
"Your knees are still shaking, I'm sorry. I put too much power—"
"TOO MUCH POWER?! ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?! PUNCH ME AGAIN! I WON'T DODGE THIS TIME!"
"Huh?"
"PUNCH ME AGAIN! LET'S SEE WHO PUT TOO MUCH FUCKING POWER!"
"I'll definitely knock you out, Mr. Alvarez—"
"ARE YOU A FUCKING PUSSY OR WHAT?! PUNCH ME!"
Then I actually punched the old motherfucker.
With that said, he severely underestimated the damage he took and let's just say the championship for the male division had never been so anticlimactic. The rest of his cohorts carried him to the medical bay and the stragglers watching us had already climbed off to forfeit.
Mr. Cuervo on the other hand didn't know whether to laugh or cry and his hair was visibly turning white by the second but a very familiar figure was perched on the fence of the play area.