Chapter 9 : Vs Mangi Hammers

“Mtshana, you have to be careful about this one.”

“Sure case uncle.”

We were just outside about several minutes before the match could begin. Since I had a lot of rising enemies, Uncle G decided to leave everything behind and focus on being my guardian angel throughout this bully. That’s why I knew that he would be conquered. With him at ringside my whole life believing that I have what I have got was brought into reality.

“I know you love this, but that boy is a bully. Will you manage or we should throw this off?”

“Hayi, it will be just 3 rounds of 2 min each qha.”

“Okay, get in the ring.”

“Ladies and gentlemen welcome to round two of the LBC amateur boxing day… “The ring announcer finished his opening speech the bell rang.

Round 1

The first dance begun with me throwing all the leading punches to the shielding Mangi. Yeah, this was a dream come true to square off with this monster. It was a pure classic game between a promising, rising, featherweight star clashing with the sinking, decaying heavyweight. Even though he appeared like a semi-retired boxing machine, he had no other accomplishments other than being the Bra Nuzz’s top ranking heavyweight. Speaking out of jealous he had a lot of potential but he was just stinking. No wonder I kept the distance most of the round and threw a lot of punches till we finished.

Round 2

This was his responsive design. The steroids they fed him were in effect, his eyes stormed brownish-blue lines, saliva rained out of his ire. I was not scared. I threw two jabs, before the third one reached him, I fell down from the impact of his speeding right hook. Before the ref could count seven with my body on the floor the round was already finished.

I had blurry eyes, till I realised Uncle G was calling my name to the south-left corner.

“Nephew, you are amazing, you have this in you. Do not let him have a chance in the match just like the past round. If.. if you do, did you see what was coming for you? You were almost out, time saved us. Drink,” he said as he poured the 500ml bucket of still water to my head.

“Now go, beat him.”

Round 3

When the bell rang ,I ducked two of his supposed to be deciding massive super jab punches. Remember his fists were 2+ the current folded hand of mine, and weighed at least 0,54 kg. When I rose it was an uppercut cushion to his chin, a right hook to his eyebrow-side of the forehead and a total knock-out to his nose. The hall screamed for the victory!

Aftermath

When the match was over Bra Nuzz came to me and uncle.

“Ap, that was awesome. I guess that will put you back to number 5 in the leaderboards.”

Before I could respond uncle said,

“Neo,just back off. Keep your delusions to yourself. You have put this boy into a lot of trouble.”

“Aw, Malum’uG. This boy…”

“Nxaa’ska man. Aphiwe masambe.’