Fake Debut

Jamie glared defiantly at Shika, a smirk on his lips. "Huh, so you're that much of a coward, huh? Gang up on me and Kenjo? I guess you were never on my side." His heart raced with adrenaline, and the tension in the air crackled like a live wire.

Shika's face contorted with rage. "Enough! End Jamie's life!" he barked, his voice cold and commanding.

Kenjo, ever the strategist, discreetly signaled Jamie to get close. As the four men advanced, their intentions clear, Kenjo acted swiftly. He charged toward one of them, delivering a fierce sucker punch to the back of the man's head. The thug crumpled to the ground, stunned. The other three men turned in shock, fury igniting in their eyes. "Kill Kenjo! He's a traitor!" they roared.

Shika's gaze narrowed, a predatory glint flashing in his eyes. "That's it, Kenjo!"

Before Shika could unleash his fury, Jamie surged forward, launching a rapid, explosive jab aimed directly at Shika's face. The punch missed by mere inches, the air crackling with energy. Shika spat on the ground, his disdain palpable. "It's about time I deal with you myself."

"Shut up!" Jamie's shout echoed through the cell block, jolting the prisoners awake. The weight of their eyes bore down on him, the anticipation thick in the air as they became unwilling spectators to the brutal clash.

Jamie launched himself at Shika, a flurry of punches flying in an attempt to land a hit. But Shika was a seasoned fighter, countering each strike with brutal precision. Jamie felt the sting of Shika's punches, a brutal cross smashing into his cheek, sending him staggering back. Blood dripped from his lips as he struggled to regain his footing, the humiliation burning hotter than the pain.

In that moment of despair, Jamie's eyes ignited with determination. He recalled Dekam's lessons, focusing on technique, settling his breathing, letting clarity wash over him. As Shika charged again, Jamie calmly assessed his opponent. Shika's movements were predictable, fueled by arrogance. Jamie ducked under Shika's powerful one-two combo aimed at his head, slipping just out of reach. He countered with a precise left hook to Shika's body, the impact echoing like a thunderclap in the confined space.

Shika staggered back, surprise flickering across his features. "I guess I underestimated you," he admitted, grudgingly impressed.

But Shika quickly regained composure, tapping into his old boxing tactics. Jamie threw another punch, but this time Shika was ready, delivering a devastating right hook that sent Jamie crashing to the ground. Laughter erupted from Shika, a cruel, mocking sound that reverberated through the cell block. Jamie lay on the cold, hard ground, struggling to stand, his vision blurring as pain coursed through his body.

The pressure mounted as Jamie fought to maintain his guard, but Shika's relentless aggression pushed him into a corner. Each punch landed like a knife stabbing through his defenses, his arms aching under the barrage. Jamie's blocks weakened, red spots blossoming on his skin, a testament to Shika's ruthless assault.

Suddenly, with Jamie's guard dropped, Shika unleashed a powerful, deadly punch aimed directly at Jamie's skull. Time seemed to slow as the punch flew toward him. Jamie ducked at the last possible moment, adrenaline sharpening his reflexes. With a surge of determination, he countered with a hard punch to Shika's liver. The hit landed with a sickening thud, forcing the air from Shika's lungs. Jamie didn't hesitate; he followed up with a brutal right hook to Shika's head, the force of the blow snapping Shika's head back.

Yet Shika wasn't finished. Roaring with rage, he retaliated, smashing a right cross into Jamie's face. The impact felt like a hammer striking iron, and Jamie fell to the ground, disoriented, stars dancing in his vision. But even as he lay there, struggling to gather his strength, he refused to surrender.

As he pushed himself up, Jamie's legs twitched, a burst of energy flooding his body. He switched stances, moving fluidly between southpaw and orthodox, his footwork a blur. "That's switch hitting!" a prisoner in the crowd whispered, shock evident in his voice.

With newfound confidence, Jamie unleashed a flurry of punches, each jab landing with precision. Shika, momentarily confused, struggled to read Jamie's rhythm. Jamie's fists danced, striking Shika's face repeatedly, each connection drawing gasps from the onlookers. A perfectly timed uppercut sent Shika reeling back, shock etched on his features.

But the fight wasn't over. In a desperate bid to regain control, Shika unleashed his special move, the "Death Scythe"—a brutal combination of an uppercut and hook. Jamie anticipated it, ducking just in time with the grace of a seasoned fighter. He countered with another powerful uppercut to Shika's jaw, the impact sending him crashing to the ground, completely still.

Many prisoners were shocked by the outcome and cheered for Jamie.

Kenjo glanced over at Jamie and shouted, "Hell yeah!" But before he could celebrate, he was caught off guard by a punch. He quickly retaliated with his own blows. 

The prison block erupted into chaos, with shouts and screams of Jamie's name echoing through the air. Most of the inmates who had never been close to Shika rejoiced at the prospect of freedom from his reign,

 while those who had lived in fear hid trembling in their cells.

Round 3:

Time: 1:38

Result: Jamie WIN by KO.

While Jamie fought for survival, Kenjo was engaged in his own battle against the remaining three gang members. He swung heavy punches that landed with devastating impact but struggled to find his rhythm amidst the chaos. One jab caught a thug square in the skull, dropping him instantly. The remaining two exchanged nervous glances, slowly realizing they were outmatched, and began to back away.

Round 3:

Time: 1:45

Result: Kenjo WIN by TKO

"GET THE GUARDS NOW!" Kenjo shouted, urgency in his voice as he rushed over to Jamie, who lay unresponsive, bloodied and battered.

A spectator in the cell block caught the guards' attention, and they rushed to the scene, quickly moving Jamie and Shika to the hospital.

Later, Kenjo met with the warden, spinning a convincing tale of self-defense due to the escalating tensions. With his good reputation at stake, the warden believed Kenjo's story, allowing both him and Jamie to walk away from the chaos,