Bobbing and Weaving, by David Sydney

Lefty Louie put on a clinic. He jabbed. He danced away. Then, a right-left combination. Bonecrusher Rocco seemed a toothless bear, lunging ineffectually round-after-round. And Rocco had been the heavy favorite before the fight. Even Louie's manager, Al, didn't think he had a chance. So he nodded to Al as Rocco punched thin air. "Louie?" asked Al. "Can you hear me, Louie?" It happens. Just 20 seconds into the first round and a blast from the Bonecrusher. It had been surprisingly pleasant until the smelling salts finally started working. "Do you think you can get up now, Louie?" asked Al.