Jack followed up with a flying knee, clipping Foster's chin just before the round ended.
DING!
Both fighters breathed heavily as they returned to their corners.
Victor leaned in. "He's slowing down. Stay patient. Work that body more."
Jack nodded, cracking his neck. "One more round."
Across the cage, Foster's corner frantically worked on his ribs, applying ice and shouting instructions.
He was hurt, but still dangerous.
[ Round 3 ]
DING!
Jack came out aggressive, knowing this was the final round.
He cut off the cage, forcing Foster to move defensively.
Foster threw a desperate overhand right, but Jack saw it coming.
He ducked and countered with a perfect liver shot.
"UNGH!" Foster gasped, his knees buckling.
Jack pressed forward, landing another hook to the body!
Foster collapsed to one knee!
The ref hovered, watching closely.
Jack stepped back, letting Foster get up.