It was the master plan that made the difference.
The crowned champion, Ras the Almighty was ready and in a mood to destroy.
Markospoon, that's what they call me, had alot of payback to dish out.
Just as expected, Ras came out the blocks like a runaway freight train.
He faked a left hook and threw a right that landed flush on the cheek.
"Man, You could feel the earth shake all the way in Kingston when that blow landed."
I reeled back on my heels, but held fast.
I danced to the left threw 2 left jabs that barely landed, but then followed with a massive right uppercut.
Right on the chin, I swear, Ras came out his shoes!!
A lady in the crowd yelled "somebody stop this"
His eyes, they turned to glass, his knees, they looked like over cooked spagetti.
But he did not fall!
I gave him a left, a right and two more hooks that that made thunder and lightning rain down from the heavens.
He tried to grab the end of the pool table and I caught him with a right cross on the side of his head that almost took his ear off.
He fell, never to rise again.
So it was done, the King is dead.
Markospoon and his legion of warriors have reclaimed the title, the championship and throne.