Round one. Bishop didn't jab. He feinted. He moved laterally, not backward. Cross threw the corkscrew uppercut into air. Bishop slipped it and dug a hook to the ribs—not the left, the right . New data. Cross grunted. The bio was a lie. Or worse: a trap.
The corkscrew uppercut rose like a fact. fight night round 3 bios
The referee counted. The crowd was a wave. Cross didn't watch Bishop struggle to his knees. He walked to the neutral corner, leaned his head against the cool turnbuckle, and closed his eyes. Round one