Chapter 242: Rigged Odds
The final bets had been placed, and the manager had returned to his seat. He seemed completely engrossed in the tablet propped up in front of him, his eyes scanning the screen with intense focus.
Max tried to sneak a peek, curious to see what kind of information was being displayed. He had a good guess, but there was one of those privacy films attached to the screen, the kind that only revealed its contents to the person directly in front of it. Everything else looked like a black void.
If I’m right, there’ll be a signal of some kind, Max thought, keeping his senses sharp, his attention laser-focused. He wasn’t sure what to expect, but before he could figure it out, the tides of the fight had already turned.
Sniper had gone in for a punch, but it was slightly off. Just enough. And that small miscalculation gave Hawk the perfect opportunity.
Like before, Hawk tackled him, but this time it wasn’t just a simple slam into the ropes. With his arms wrapped tightly around Sniper’s waist, Hawk lifted him clean off the ground and drove him into the mat with brutal force.
The impact echoed through the room, but Max didn’t flinch. He knew that the floor of the ring was padded, relatively soft and bouncy. It wouldn’t hit the same way as cold, hard concrete. Still, it looked brutal enough.
"No, no, no! This isn’t good!" Chad jumped to his feet, his nerves unraveling fast.
Hawk was now on top of Sniper. All of Sniper’s strengths, his speed, his reach, his long limbs, meant nothing from this position. Hawk was heavier, stronger, and in full control. Sniper was trapped beneath him like a caged animal.
With a devastating swing, Hawk’s fist connected flush with Sniper’s face. The impact was loud, and Sniper’s reaction sluggish.
"Come on! No! Come on!" Chad was practically screaming now. "You were winning the whole damn fight! You’re called the Sniper, right? Shouldn’t your punches be powerful or something?! And you had more wins under your belt, damn it!"