Page 81 of Undefeated

Mc Claskey worked Shane into the corner and began clenching him – almost hugging him as they pressed against the ropes in the corner. Both fighters were covered in sweat, their muscles twitching as the pressed against each other and threw the occasional punch.

“He’s tired, shorty. That big fucker’s tired, he’s clenching him. Dekk’s no fool,” Ripp screamed as he pointed to the corner where they were fighting.

“Get out of that corner, Dekk. He’s worn out already,” Ripp screamed.

Shane began twisting his body, attempting to break free from between Mc Claskey and the ropes. As Mc Claskey stepped back, Shane broke free, and Mc Claskey fell into the ropes. Shane immediately went to the center of the ring, leaving Mc Claskey at the corner.

Mc Claskey turned, and began to work his was slowly to the center of the ring. As he did, Shane pounded his fists together and curled his gloves toward his chest repeatedly.

“Oh shit,” Ripp laughed.

“He’s taunting him,” he said as he pointed at the ring.

“He’s calling him out. That’s like a slap in the face,” Ripp chuckled.

“C’mon, Dekk!” Ripp screamed.

As soon as Mc Claskey got close enough to Shane to swing, he threw a punch. Shane moved his head to the right, and the punch flew past his head. My heart began to race. As soon as Mc Claskey pulled his hand back, Shane shuffled his feet, and began dancing around Mc Claskey, curling his gloves.

“What the fuck?” Ripp said.

“What?” I asked.

“Well, look. He’s switching it up. He’s switched to orthodox. He’s gonna fight him orthodox. What the fuck’s he doing?” Ripp kind of chuckled as he spoke.

I knew that orthodox meant right handed. Shane could fight both ways, and depending on who he was fighting, would train to fight one way or the other. He had trained to fight this fight left handed - switching his style in the middle of the fight was not normal.

Kelsey began screaming toward the center of the ring.

Mc Claskey worked his way toward Shane. As he approached, Shane hit him in the face and shoulders with a series of quick jabs. Mc Claskey began to raise his gloves, and as soon as he did, Shane hit him in the stomach.

Mc Claskey’s face looked like he’d been shot. Obviously Shane got him with a good one. Shane continued to pummel Mc Claskey’s torso with punches and swing an uppercut every few punches.

Ripp started screaming.

The entire crowd started to stand up and cheer.

Mc Claskey threw a few short punches and attempted to clutch Shane, holding him in close. Shane pushed his gloves against Mc Claskey and stepped back, freeing himself from his grasp.

Immediately, as they separated, Shane hit Mc Claskey with a series of punches – initially to the mid-section and then to the face and shoulders. A wild uppercut barely missed. Mc Claskey offered little if anything in return.

The crowd continued to roar.

Shane stepped back. Mc Claskey approached. As he did, Shane hit him with left and right jabs in the face. As Mc Claskey raised his gloves to his face, Shane hit his gloves.

Some of the fans began chanting. I tried to block them out and stay focused on the fight. Shane began to work Mc Claskey’s mid-section harder and harder, hitting him two dozen times to Mc Claskey’s two or three. As soon as Mc Claskey would attempt to fight back, Shane would step aside or away. Mc Claskey seemed to become tired.

Shane was winning now, and my view of the fight changed completely. This was exciting and somewhat erotic, watching Shane beat this guy like this. I felt myself begin to tingle as Shane beat Mc Claskey’s face with a series of punches.

Get him baby. Get him good.

Shane was covered in sweat and his muscles flared with each swing. His hair was wet. His face, shoulders, legs, and chest - all soaked. Something about a man covered in muscles and sweat really made me feel uneasy.

The good kind.

As Shane continued to beat on Mc Claskey, I began to feel myself getting wet.

Ding!