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(...continuation)
Round Three
Tom Sharkey's trainer has given his charge a dreadful throttling during the intermission, just stopping short of trading punches with the Irishman himself.
Sharkey comes charging out of his corner like his trunks have just caught fire, pressing Holman, pursuing him around the ring.
The Chicago man is cautious, as if he is fearful that the previous round has simply served to wake a sleeping beast. Holman paws at the #24 seed with defensive jabs.
Sharkey digs a short hook into Holman's ribs. The round is progressing in an uneventful fashion, a complete opposite of the action-packed second round. Sharkey is much more watchful and much less assured than he was at the beginning of the bout.
Sharkey shows some frustration, bullying Holman into the ropes and teeing off with at least half a dozen power shots, all of which either miss or connect high on Holman's shoulders. To make matters worse, Holman counters with a crisp right cross that rocks Sharkey. He shakes his head, backing off.
Holman presses forward and swings for the fences, a big uppercut sending a nice cool breeze Sharkey's way and leaving Holman dreadfully exposed. Sharkey pounces! A straight right crashes into Holman's left cheek, snapping his head around and turning his legs to jelly! Holman stumbles backwards and the Irishman hunts him down mercilessly! Holman is dazed as he leans back on the ropes. OH! Another straight right collides with Holman's jaw!
Sharkey smells blood and he's ready to finsh off his prey. MY GOD! That left hook knocked him out cold! Holman crumbles to the canvas like he's been struck by lightning! The audience erupts, thunderous applause filling the arena.
The referee has started the ten count, but I don't know why he is bothering! Holman is done! Sharkey is pumped. He jumps up on one of the corner ring supports and pounds his chest.
It's all over! John Holman has been counted out, 1:57 into the third round!
Last edited by kenyan_cheena : 05-22-2005 at 11:55 PM.
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