Pitbulls
an excerpt

A trickle of blood flows down the side of the face of a man whose reserves are now spent and is only running on the fuel of his fighting spirit. Is there anything more that he has to prove before he finally goes down for the count?

No, but he will still carry on, like the bullheaded son of a bitch that he really is.
He charges in with a Philadelphia style like Joe Frazier used to do, head first into the fray. He dips down and weaves to the left, trying to gain as much momentum as he can. Then, he rises up with his arm chambering for a devastating left hook.

He throws it with all the strength he has left…

…and misses.