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Show 54 doing? I say, / don't know. Ringside, I shift my weight with every punch and kick thrown, keep my eyes on the clashing bodies. I watch as though if I look close enough, I can absorb the movements Jacob is using. There is something volcanic about the way he is moving, not just in the dormant-to-eraption sense, but in that he shows gradual signs foretelling the eruption. Throughout the first round, Gomez doesn't land a clean blow, while Jacob lands several of his kicks to the stomach and left thigh. In the second round, Jacob goes straight for Gomez, quickly moving from a deflected punch to a kick in the ribs, chasing him through the ring. He seems to anticipate all of Gomez's moves in that round, and knocks him down at the very end. Gomez picks himself up slowly before the bell rings and moves to his comer for the final round. Gomez lands some punches in the third round, but by now he is battered enough that they don't seem to have any power. Dan is landing blows to Gomez's exhausted face in rhythm. Finally Gomez falls over again and this time he doesn't get up. Kylie hugs me around the waist as the bell rings and I can feel tension leave her body and mine, too. After the fight, Jacob says he feels he could go ten more rounds, and I believe him. Watching him doesn't make me want to be a professional fighter-I don't have the body for it, and I know Dan has been training for years-but it does make me want to feel whatever surge Dan felt to give him his energy. To switch from being unable to control my body to moving it as fast and natural as a river of water. |