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Whittier knew he had to take advantage, so as soon as he got his balance back, he reset and went on the offensive right away.

Whittier threw his combination, which was a right cross, a sharp left hook, and then a strong leg kick that worked smoothly and precisely.

"Here comes Whittier again with that classic combo!" Jim Logan shouted, excitement rising in his voice.

Whittier\'s right cross hit Chemasov square in the jaw, whacking his head back, and his left hook hit hard, making him stumble for a moment.

The powerful leg kick was on its way and was directed right at Chemasov\'s lead leg. Your adventure continues at mvl

But just as the kick was about to land, Chemasov saw it coming.

He ducked low and perfectly timed his move to avoid the kick.

Before Whittier could reset his stance, Chemasov slammed him up with a powerful uppercut.

"And there\'s the uppercut!" Demien Korvier yelled. "Chemasov timed it perfectly!"

Whittier\'s head snapped back dramatically from the impact of the uppercut, which landed flush on his chin.

His legs wobbled, and for a moment, his entire body seemed to go limp.

His eyes rolled back, and he stumbled backward, trying to regain his senses.

Chemasov\'s eyes lit up, he knew this was his moment.

He charged forward right away, hands flying, like a predator closing in on its prey.

"He\'s going for the finish!" James Nix shouted. "Chemasov smells blood!"

Chemasov threw a bunch of nasty punches, and each one was very strong.

A right hook to the temple, then a left hook to the body, and finally an overhand right that was directed right at Whittier\'s face.

Each punch rattled him further, his defense weakening with every blow.

Chemasov\'s fists were like sledgehammers, crashing through Whittier\'s arms, and with each hit, the sound of leather hitting flesh echoed through the arena.

"Every punch is landing!" Demien exclaimed. "Whittier\'s in real trouble here!"

Hank Binn, the referee, moved in closer, his eyes locked on Whittier, watching carefully to see if he was still defending himself intelligently.

Whittier\'s movements were slowing, and his guard was dropping lower with every strike.

Chemasov threw a massive overhand right that crashed against Whittier\'s ear, nearly sending him to the canvas.

Whittier\'s legs buckled, but somehow, he stayed on his feet, wobbling dangerously close to the edge of collapse.

"Chemasov is pouring it on!" Demien yelled, the excitement palpable. "Whittier\'s not answering back!"

Hank Binn was right there, his eyes glued to Whittier, ready to stop the fight if necessary.

Chemasov, sensing the end was near, set up for the final blow.

He threw a feint with his left hand, causing Whittier to flinch, and then unleashed a monstrous right uppercut straight to Whittier\'s chin.

The blow was like a bomb going off, and Whittier\'s head snapped back. His legs gave out, and he fell to the canvas in a heap.

"Huge uppercut! Whittier\'s down!" When James Nix yelled, his voice cut through the loud crowd.

Chemasov wasted no time.

He dove on top of Whittier, landing in full mount, his fists raining down like a storm.

Left hands, right hands, hammerfists, all aimed at Whittier\'s head, each one landing clean.

"He\'s got the mount! It\'s all over!" Jim Logan exclaimed.

Whittier\'s arms were barely moving now, his body limp beneath Chemasov\'s relentless barrage.

Hank Binn hovered close, ready to intervene as the punches kept coming.

Chemasov delivered one final, crushing right hand, and Hank Binn had seen enough.

"Stop! Stop!" Hank shouted, waving his arms and stepping in between the fighters.

Chemasov stopped right away and stood over Whittier.

He was deeply breathing, and the look on his face showed that he was both tired and happy.

"It\'s over! Chemasov has done it!" Demien yelled. "What a finish!"

Whittier lay on the canvas, battered and beaten, as the medical team rushed in to check on him.

Meanwhile, Chemasov walked to his corner, his arms raised high in victory.

"The relentless pressure of Balim Chemasov proves too much for Whittier," James Nix said. "He just overwhelmed him with power and aggression!"

Balim Chemasov stood tall, the victor in one of the most anticipated fights of the year, his path to a potential title shot now clearer than ever.

Chemasov, suddenly full of energy despite the brutal fight, ran and climbed up on the fence, sitting on top of the cage with his arms raised high in victory.

The crowd went wild as he took it all in, pointing to the sky and then beating his chest.

He smiled and took deep breaths, enjoying his victory.

When he came down, he saw Whittier on his feet, recovering.

Whittier looked around the arena, took a deep breath, and shrugged as if to say, "That\'s how it goes."

He talked briefly to his coach before walking to the center of the cage where Chemasov was waiting.

They met in the middle, shaking hands and then pulling each other into a small hug.

"Good match, mate," Whittier said with a tired smile. "You\'re a beast, man."

Chemasov, still catching his breath, grinned widely. "Thank you, brother. You tough, but nobody can stop me! I come for everyone!" His strong accent and sure voice gave his words more weight.

They patted each other on the back before Hank Binn stepped in between them, ready to raise the winner\'s hand.

Even though it had been a long night, Deuce Baffer walked into the cage with his swagger still intact. He had his cards and microphone ready to make the official announcement.

As Hank Binn grabbed their arms, the commentators spoke up.

Jim Logan started, "Well, folks, there you have it, Chemasov just handed Bobby Knuckles a tough loss. What a war!"

Demien Korvier added, "Yeah, Chemasov is an absolute monster. We knew he was dangerous early, but even when Whittier was fighting back, he just couldn\'t handle that last flurry."

James Nix nodded, "This win puts Chemasov in a prime position. He just beat one of the best in the division. What a statement!"

The crowd\'s cheers began to lower as everyone waited for the official word from Deuce Baffer, eager to hear the iconic voice deliver the final verdict.