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 Color commentaty has come from Alika Webb (former #1 writer of the year). He is covering the fight for the title between Falcome and Bolleke
Falcone misses the body punch
and Bolleke connects with a straight left hand counter down the middle.
Bolleke swings wildly with a right hand that was never going to find it's target.
Bolleke lands a right hook to the body.
Good exchange - Bolleke coming out on top.
Bolleke throws the left hand but Falcone avoids the punch easily.
Bolleke closes the distance and looks for a trip takedown... aaaand he's got it - Bolleke lands in his opponent's guard.
The fans in attendance giving it up for the two fighters, who have really let it all hang out in the last minute or so!
Bolleke tries to free his leg and advance position but Falcone is retaining full guard.
“Guards!” Mentor shouts at the top of his lungs.
The guards rush to the scene and drag Thomas Bolleke off his latest victim.
“Let him go! Let him go!” The onlooking inmates shout in unison.
“Shut up!” Mentor curses, spit flying out of his mouth like a spider’s web.
Anthony Falcone nearly coughs out a lung as the guards drag him to his feet.
“Escort the prisoner back to his cell.” Mentor commands, authority radiating from his pristine uniform and his calm composure while being surrounded by dozens of killers.
“Warden.” Thomas says, casually spitting out some blood. Not resisting the two guards grabbing his arms. “Give it a rest. No matter who you send out to get me, nobody’s gonna beat me.”
Wolf’s eyes gleam like the metal on the edge of a knife in the shadows of the crowd.
“Certainly not you!” Thomas shouts.
The bold prisoner backs off like a beaten dog.
“We’ll see about that!” Mentor says, licking his neatly trimmed moustache.
A metal door slams open with a clanging thud, putting everyone in the room on high alert.
Out of a blinding light step three armed guards, followed by a man in a straightjacket. The man sounds like a moving church bell. He is wrapped in iron chains and they sing with every step he takes.
“We flew this guy in from Finland, especially for you!” Mentor shouts. “May I present to you: Iso Paa!”
Metal clangs ominously, thudding on the floor.
“Aaaaah!” Iso shouts, ripping out of his straightjacket like the hulk through a freaking shirt.
“Ooooh!” The crowd whispers.
The guards cautiously step away from the newcomer.
“Interesting.” Thomas says, flashing Iso a welcoming smile. “Fresh meat.”
Quick as a cat, Thomas flips over one guard with a one-armed judo throw.
The guard spits out blood like a fountain as soon as he hits the concrete floor.
The second guard cowers, tries to let go.
Thomas doesn’t let him.
A shotgun fires.
Thomas’ deafening right hook snaps the guard’s neck like a twig.
The guard drops to the floor like a sack of potatoes.
Want to find out what happens when these two collide? Don’t miss Thomas Bolleke Vs Iso Paa, second of May at GAMMA#826.
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