Word: jawings
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Someone threw a punch. "I crossed a right to his jaw," said Neal. "He flew backwards ten feet and down and I was on him like a cat. He's got me mad now. I give him the right, the left, and the right, and the left . . ." Barbara hopped in screaming. Boxer Neal dumped her in a clump of bushes with a black eye. "We're all covered with blood," said Neal. "He's out." A neighbor said that Neal hit the prostrate Tone 30 times. It sounded like a punching...
...count, Turpin gamely got up for more. A wiser fighter might have taken another knockdown and waited out the storm. Robinson flurried him across the ring. In the next 31 savage seconds, with Turpin sagging helplessly, propped against the ropes, Robinson landed 25 blows, chopping at Turpin's jaw, switching to the body, flailing away again at the head. Somehow Turpin stayed on his feet. But the end had come. With only eight seconds to go in the round, the referee stepped between the fighters and mercifully stopped the match...
...much of the blood is over Turpin that from the distance it looks as though he may be the one who is cut. Robinson seems to come to life, moves in savagely. He hurts Turpin badly and then knocks him flat on his back with a right to the jaw. The conclusion drawn from the first nine rounds--that Robinson could not hurt the champion--is proved wrong in an astonishing second. Every spectator is up on his feet, screaming. Turpin is up again, caught against the ropes, defenseless, sagging, victim of a blitzkrieg. The punches keep coming and coming...
...much of the blood is over Turpin that from the distance it looks as though he may be the one who is cut. Robinson seems to come to life, moves in savagely. He hurts Turpin badly and then knocks him flat on his back with a right to the jaw. The conclusion drawn from the first nine rounds--that Robinson could not hurt the champion--is proved wrong in an astonishing second. Every spectator is up on his feet, screaming. Turpin is up again, caught against the ropes, defenseless, sagging, victim of a blitzkrieg. The punches keep coming and coming...
...stinging Murphy with neat jabs, by the third round had Irish Bob's right eye swollen to a mere slit. When Murphy tried to close with the champion, Maxim tied him up completely; whenever they separated, Maxim's fists kept drumming on Murphy's cast-iron jaw. In the final rounds, Maxim had hit his opponent so often, if not so hard, that he took to sparing his aching hands, coasting along to a unanimous decision...