Billy Bob vs Jabber

"100 bucks on Billy Bob charging at him," said Pedro.

On the television Jabber placed his right hand by his cheek and halfway extended left hand and started bouncing up and down on his toes slowly while vibrating his left hand back and forth.

Billy Bob hunched over, and placed his gloves in front of his face peeking over the top of his gloves. Then he started to bob his upper body side to side quickly as he moved forward.

"Ahhhh," said Kru Bu, "interesting, Jabber is leaving his left arm partially extended to force Billy Bob to keep his distance. Billy Bob is using the peek a boo style like the legendary boxer Mike Tyson. The style was invented by the famous coach Cus D'Amato. It involves moving your upper body continuously in order to make yourself harder to hit and using the upper body movements to add to the power of your strikes. Any strikes to your face will be automatically blocked since you have your forearms and gloves guarding your upper body at all times unless you are throwing a punch. Who would have thought that some trailer park farmer that we haven't heard of would know a thing or two about boxing. Perhaps, he boxed back on earth."

"Will Jabber be able to deliver an effective jab like that?," asked Johan. "Why is he vibrating his left hand?"

"The movement throws off the opponent's sense of distance," said Gracie, "plus it is distracting and the hand extended will force Billy Bob to take action earlier due to the punch taking less time to connect. It might even make him telegraph his moves if his step in is slow. But if his step in is fast, the stance is useless. But due to Jabber's hand being extended, Jabber's jab will not be as powerful as a full powered jab. But it would make sense why with Billy Bob, Jabber is probably going to want to emphasize defense over offense in the beginning rounds and test Billy Bob's skill in the beginning. Plus, Jabber is taller and has longer limbs, he is trying to utilize that natural advantage."

FOOOSSSHHHHHH!!!!

Billy Bob lunged forward towards Jabber. Jabber reacted just as quickly jumping back and throwing off multiple jabs at Billy Bob's guard.

THUD!

The jabs connected without fail hitting Billy Bob's guard again and again. Yet, Billy Bob seemed un-phased.

"LOOK AT THE FARM BOY FLY FORWARD!," yelled the fight announcer, "NEVER EXPECTED A BIG BOY TO MOVE LIKE THAT!"

"Whoa!," said Tommy, "the farm boy is quicker than I thought and he is brushing off Jabber's jabs like they are nothing. That isn't something you see every day."

Johan watched everything carefully. Billy Bob was fast, faster than Johan had imagined for a guy of his size and he wasn't giving Jabber any space. A person of Billy's build moving like that was surprising and not normal.

ZOOSSHHHH!!!

Billy Bob got close to Jabber and threw a full body uppercut. Jabber leaned back dogging by a hair's length and leaped back quickly.

"He made Jabber retreat!," yelled Pedro, "I've never seen Jabber fight an opponent bigger than him. Billy Bob might surprise us!"

"I don't know," said Gracie, "Billy Bob over committed to that uppercut. When you put too much power behind a strike, it leaves you open for a split second and a counter artist would take advantage of that. Furthermore, throwing full power strikes and continuously missing tends to be more exhausting that when you connect. Billy Bob might have power, but he is showing his inexperience."

Billy Bob, continued to chase Jabber. Billy Bob's uppercut made Jabber more cautious and he made sure to keep more distance between them.

"So usually when boxing you don't strike with all your power?," asked Johan.

"No," said Gracie, "its not all about power, speed and accuracy are more valuable. I tend to only finish off my combos with my hardest strike. The beginning punches in my combo tend to be more for making sure I can connect and are at 70 percent power."

"Muay Boran and Muay thai are different," said Kru Bu, "All our strikes are with intent, so even a jab will rattle you. But if you miss, you can get into trouble. This is why skilled boxers tend to out punch Muay Thai fighters more often than not. It comes down to their speed of combinations. Of course, in modern day boxing more often than not power over shadows technique."

Billy Bob was turning red from frustration. His punches were not landing.

FLICK!

SLAP!

FLICK!

SLAP!

Jabber changed up his punches, and seemed to be flicking the out his punches from his waist at Billy. Sometimes, he would slap him and other times he would flick out his hand quickly like a whip. It seemed as if the speed of his punch had doubled.

"There it is!," said Tommy standing up, "his infamous bitch slap!"

"The flicker jab!," said Pedro excitedly. "You can't hardly see it, its so fast, and the angle it comes from is so atypical, its confusing! Traditional boxers will often be unable to defend against it."

The sheer number of punches was making it impossible for Billy Bob to move in on Jabber.

"YOU HIT LIKE MY WIFE!," laughed Billy Bob from behind his gloves, "AND SHE'S A SKINNY FARM WOMAN! HAR! HAR! HAR!"

"OH!," yelled the announcer, "Billy Bob is laughing it off, yet look at what is happening to Billy Bob!"

The places where Jabber struck on Billy Bob were turning red and swelling. The friction from the whipping motion was causing Billy Bob to swell up. Jabber seemed to be aiming close to his eyes, and consequently, the swelling was beginning to obstruct Billy Bob's vision.

"OOOohhhhhhhh!"

The crowd gasped in surprise.

"Fabulous," whispered Kru Bu. "Absolutely fabulous. If this keeps up Billy Bob will be unable to see."

Billy Bob charged forward again with renewed aggression unleashing a furry of punches.

For ten minutes continuously, Jabber retreated while casually throwing continuous flicker jabs at Billy Bob, none of Billy Bob's strikes hit Jabber.

Billy Bob seemed to realise that with Jabber keeping his distance he wasn't going to get far.

Billy Bob lowered his guard stopped chasing Jabber and yelled, "ARE YOU GONNA KEEP RUNNING LIKE A CHICKEN!? OR YA GONNA FIGHT LIKE A MAN!?"

BOOM!

With unnatural speed Jabber dashed in. The sand underneath his feet exploded. Johan was able to see everything clearly although the regular human eye would have missed it.

JAB!

UP JAB TO THE CHIN!

LEFT UPPER CUT!

RIGHT HOOK TO THE TEMPLE!

All punches were delivered in less than a second with uncanny accuracy.

Billy Bob dropped to the floor unconscious and Jabber glared down at him flexing his muscles.

The audience and announcer went silent. It was clear that Jabber had been holding back on his speed and power, making himself seem slower than he really was to draw Billy Bob and build his confidence. When Billy Bob had lowered his guard Jabber rushed in for the kill.

It had all been planned.

"WHOA!!!!!!," screamed the announcer, "WHOA! WHOA! WHOA! DID YOU SEE WHAT HAPPENED!? BECAUSE I DIDN'T! LETS SEE THAT AGAIN ON THE BIG SCREEN AT HALF SPEED!"

The announcer played it again, but Jabber strikes were still too fast.

"COULDN'T SEE IT YET!," said the announcer, "THIS IS WHY JABBER IS INFAMOUS! HIS SPEED IS NO JOKE! LET'S PLAY IT AT ONE TENTH THE SPEED!"

Finally, Jabber's punches became visible to the regular person.

"FOUR PUNCHES IN LESS THAN A SECOND!," screamed the announcer. "WHAT A SHOW! THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH, BY OVERWHELMING VICTORY IS JABBER!"

A bunch of paramedics ran onto the arena and took Billy Bob out of the arena on a stretcher.

"I AM THE CHAMPION!," screamed Jabber as he raised his arms into the air in victory.

The crowd roared in approval.

"Jesus," said Tommy, "that is world class speed, he might even be faster than you Johan ..."

"Might?," said Kru Bu, "he definitely is. At least twice as fast. As I see it now, in a match between the two, Johan wouldn't just be at a disadvantage because of his size, but also because of speed ..."

"BUT IT ISN'T OVER YET FOLKS!," yelled the announcer, "REMEMBER! JABBER WILL BE FIGHTING FIVE PEOPLE IN A ROW! OUR NEXT FIGHTER AGAINST HIM IS ANASTASIA YANKOVA! THE RUSSIAN FIGHTING HOTTIE!"

A blonde girl with pink highlights in her hair and tattoos on the side of her leg and stomach was beamed into the arena. She wore a black sports bra and matching tight shorts which exposed her slim muscular and perfect figure.

"Jesus!," said Pedro, "a girl fighting Jabber? She is really, really hot! But she can't possibly be his match!"

"I hear it is his weakness," said Tommy, "apparently he is a real horn dog ... that is the word on the street, but I don't know him personally."

"Wait what?," said Johan. "What is a horn dog?"

"It is just rumors made up by jealous fighters," said Kru Bu. "The fight organizers wouldn't put some random attractive unskilled fighter against a top ranked fighter for no reason."

"Its slang for a pervert Johan," said Pedro, "I didn't realise you led such a sheltered life ..."

"Maybe they want to test the pervert theory out in front of a crowd," said Johan. "Who is the group that organizes the fights anyways?"

"I doubt that," said Gracie, "and no one knows, they try to keep the fight organizers a secret. Partially, are chosen randomly from gym owners each year. But the core party stays the same and their identities are well guarded."

Johan looked at the TV at the fighters.

Anastasia was clearly outstandingly beautiful. Unnaturally so. She looked at Jabber with determination.

"I am taking you down Jabber," said Anastasia.

The cameras zoomed in at Jabber. Jabber had drool running down the side of his mouth and was breathing heavy. His nostrils were flared as he glared at Anastasia with lecherous eyes. No one seemed to notice. His skin had also flushed red.

"IT LOOKS LIKE THE LAST FIGHT TOOK IT'S TOLL ON JABBER," yelled the announcer, "PERHAPS, THIS MIGHT BE ANASTASIA'S OPPORTUNITY TO DELIVER!"

"I bet this is going to be an amazing fight," said Gracie, "Johan you should take notes for when you get the opportunity to fight against Jabber. You might learn something from this girl."

"Uhhhh guys?," said Johan uneasily, "Are you sure it is just a rumor that he is a pervert?"

"Don't disrespect a boxing legend," said Pedro sternly staring at Johan angrily.

"Sorry," said Johan turning his attention back to the television.

A small glowing piece of dust flew into the kitchen stopped for a moment, and then flew toward's Johan.

Johan's father had returned.

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