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We are back with Ezekiel Hallow in Featherweight (Hallow Brothers 6). This week’s word prompt is “weak”.
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“Stay off the ground, Zeke. Your grappling isn’t that good.”
Ezekiel offered a wave before he hurried to the center of the mat for instructions from the ref. Micah wasn’t wrong. His ground game was weak as hell but his striking game was deadly. He’d have to finish this on his feet and not on his ass.
Once the referee was finished, Ezekiel offered a fist to Cael. Cael scowled but fist bumped Ezekiel anyway. Ezekiel back pedaled to his corner and dropped into stance.
The referee glanced to each fighter before dropping his hand. “Fight.”
The men launched towards each other then circled. Ezekiel studied Cael briefly. Micah was exactly right. The fighter lumbered at him with his hands barely covering his face. It almost disappointed Ezekiel a bit. How the fuck did this guy get so many wins?
Cael charged him then dropped to ground, wrapping his arms around Ezekiel’s legs. Ezekiel kicked his legs back to sprawl on top of Cael. It was messy but effective. He wiggled his legs free from Cael’s grip the scrambled to his feet.
Cael rose right after him and lunged. Ezekiel threw a jab, then a cross, then an uppercut. The only one that made its mark was the uppercut but it was enough to daze the other fighter.
Cael fell back into stance but not before Ezekiel lashed out with a leg kick to his shins. He followed up with three more like lightning, creating a goose egg on Cael’s shin the size of a golf ball. The fifth kick dropped Cael on his ass.
Ezekiel descended on him with a flurry of punches. Cael twisted to bring Ezekiel into his guard but the Hallow’s fists were faster. The referee tugged Ezekiel off him as Cael’s head lulled to the side.
Ezekiel hurried back to his corner as the door opened and the officials, photographers and teams rushed inside.
Micah clapped his little brother on his shoulder. “Told you to stay off the ground.”
Ezekiel cocked a grin at him. “It all worked out in the end.”
The referred motioned him back to the middle of the mat once Cael was standing on wobbly legs. He gripped each fighter’s wrist as the announcer took his place behind him.
“The winner by TKO in the first round, Ezekiel Hallow.”