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give him any time to recover before
throwing what Buster told me was a “hell of a right cross ”. That connected with Ralph’s crooked nose and blood flew out, spattering them
both. I think that must have pissed Ralph off a little because he came back
with a direct hit to Ian’s chest. Ian was knocked back into the mesh and Ralph
continued coming at him, throwing punches. Ian ducked out of most of them and
came back at him with a swing kick (according to Buster) that caught him in the
upper chest and knocked him over to Ian’s left side. Ian didn’t miss a beat,
punching out with his left hand and finishing up with a round kick and an elbow
to the back of the guy’s neck, knocking him face first to the mat. Buster let
out a litany of cuss words that Rose elbowed him in the side for .
Ian was on the guy’s back, trying to get an arm around his massive neck. Ralph
was resisting and he’d gotten his legs up and around Ian’s waist. He’d just
managed to throw Ian off as the bell rang, signifying the end of round one.

 
    CHAPTER
SIX
    ALEXA
    Both fighters looked tired as the bell rang for the
second round. Ralph’s poor crooked nose was bandaged now and Ian looked like he
was limping a little bit. Ralph was quick to strike this time and he threw out
a fast upper cut. Ian dodged part of it. The blow landed, but not squarely so
hopefully it didn’t hurt as much. It still made me wince. Ian threw a punch
that caught Ralph square on the jaw and actually knocked him to the ground.
Ralph scrambled to his feet before Ian could pounce on him and he came up
fighting. He swung his leg out and hit Ian hard in the obliques .
I watched him double over and Ralph kept coming at him. Ian stood up to move
out of the way of another kick and when he did, Ralph landed a punch that hit
him directly in the middle of his chest.
    Ian fell to the mat on his back and I could tell
that he was having trouble breathing. The big, crooked-nosed son-of-a-bitch
didn’t let up, throwing another kick at him while he was trying to struggle to
his feet. That one caught him in the side and tossed him over into the mesh of
the octagon. I was getting nervous as I watched Ralph grab Ian around his chest
and push him so that he was face down on the mat. Ian was struggling and I was
trying to see his face because I was so worried about him getting air. I didn’t
notice that he was using his legs. He got ahold of Ralph’s legs and in one
swift move he had him in a scissor hold. Ralph was using his elbows on the back
of Ian’s face and the side of his head. At this point, I just wanted it to stop.
The bell blessedly, finally rang. Ralph got up off of Ian and then I watched Ian struggle to his feet. He wiped his arm across
his nose…it was bleeding.
    His trainer gave him water and stuck gauze in his
nose and did his best to help him relax. Ian looked spent. I looked over on
Ralph’s side of the octagon and realized that he did too. He was still bleeding
from his nose and he was sweating profusely. His wide chest was heaving,
gulping in air like he couldn’t get it fast enough. I
thought, and Buster did too, that it was safe to say it was still anybody’s
fight.
    The third bell rang and I wondered if Ian was as
glad to know it was the last round as I was. I couldn’t imagine putting my body
through all of that…over and over. Ian rushed towards Ralph immediately,
throwing punches. Ralph was in defensive mode. Ian forced the other man back
against the mesh and that was when Ralph had had enough. He used both of his
big hands to push Ian back off of him. Ian went back about two feet, stumbled
and regained his footing quickly. Ralph took advantage of Ian’s momentary loss
of composure with a round kick to his side. That knocked Ian further back and
this time he went down on one knee, but managed to get back up before Ralph was
on him. Ralph hadn’t expected Ian to get up so quickly and completely missed
dodging the right hook Ian threw out that landed