CHAPTER 47: CHAPTER 47: JAVIER VS WELLS III

The Marcus Garvey section came alive again: "THERE WE GO! THAT’S OUR BOY!" The energy in the venue shifted palpably as people sensed the fight changing momentum.

[CROSS SKILL +0.1]

[CURRENT: 19.6/100]

[ENDURANCE: 2/100 → 4/100]

Wells, clearly frustrated by Javier’s sudden and dramatic improvement, began opening up more aggressively than before. His patient, methodical approach gave way to more urgent tactics.

He threw a hard right hand with serious power behind it that Javier slipped beautifully, his head movement suddenly crisp and precise. Wells followed immediately with a wide left hook that Javier ducked under perfectly, his body responding to Vicente’s guidance.

As Wells’s hook went harmlessly over his head, Javier came up with a picture-perfect right uppercut that caught Wells flush under the chin. Wells’s knees buckled visibly and dramatically - the hardest, cleanest shot he’d taken in the entire fight.

[UPPERCUT SKILL +0.2]

[CURRENT: 14.2/100]

[POWER +0.1]

[CURRENT: 11.1/100]

[TECHNIQUE +0.1]

[CURRENT: 14.2/100]

The crowd absolutely exploded with deafening noise. "JAVI! JAVI! JAVI!" The Marcus Garvey section went completely wild, jumping and screaming. Tommy pounded the barrier repeatedly in pure excitement, his own victory forgotten in the moment.

Wells grabbed Javier immediately and desperately, clinching while his head cleared and his equilibrium returned. His legs looked genuinely unsteady for several long seconds. When the referee broke them apart, Wells’s respect for Javier had clearly and dramatically increased.

The clean, powerful shot gave Javier exactly what he needed - concrete proof he belonged in this ring with this level of competition. Vicente nodded approvingly from ringside, still shouting technical instructions that only Javier could hear.

[CONFIDENCE: HIGH]

[ENDURANCE: 4/100 → 7/100]

Javier pressed his advantage intelligently, not wildly or desperately. He threw clean, controlled combinations - jab, cross, hook - that Wells had to work much harder to defend. Two of the three shots landed cleanly.

Wells fired back with a hard right hand that caught Javier on the shoulder, spinning him slightly. Javier answered immediately with a left hook to Wells’s ribs that made him grunt audibly and step backward. The action was completely even now, both fighters landing clean, meaningful shots.

[HOOK SKILL +0.1]

[CURRENT: 17.5/100]

[STRENGTH +0.1]

[CURRENT: 12.2/100]

With ten seconds left in the round, both fighters let their hands go completely. Wells threw a desperate three-punch combination with everything behind it. Javier answered with two clean shots of his own that landed with authority. The round ended with both fighters having earned each other’s complete respect.

[ENDURANCE: 7/100]

[OVERALL PERFORMANCE: DRAMATICALLY IMPROVED]

The bell rang clear. Javier walked to his corner with completely renewed confidence and energy. Wells, for the first time in the entire fight, looked genuinely concerned about what might happen in the final round.

Javier sat on his stool breathing hard but no longer gasping desperately. The panic and defeat were completely gone from his eyes, replaced by quiet, dangerous determination. Miguel grinned widely while applying ice to Javier’s neck and shoulders.

"NOW that’s what I’m talking about! You found your range, stayed calm, and boxed exactly like you know how." Miguel’s voice carried genuine pride and excitement. "That uppercut was absolutely beautiful. Perfect timing, perfect placement."

Javier nodded confidently, his breathing much more controlled and steady now. He could feel that the entire fight had changed completely and dramatically. "I can beat him, Miguel. I know I can beat him now. I can see everything he’s doing."

[ENDURANCE: 7/100 → 10/100]

[READY FOR FINAL ROUND]

Vicente remained clearly visible at ringside, though he didn’t speak during the corner break. His earlier fury had been replaced by focused, intense concentration, like a master coach watching his fighter find their perfect rhythm.

Across the ring, Wells’s corner worked much more frantically now than before. His coach gestured emphatically and urgently, clearly concerned about the dramatic momentum shift. Wells nodded repeatedly but kept glancing toward Javier with new, grudging respect.

The entire venue had come completely alive again. What had looked like a certain Wells victory now felt like a genuine, competitive fight. The Marcus Garvey section chanted Javier’s name rhythmically. Even neutral observers leaned forward with renewed interest and excitement.

Dr. Vasquez wiped tears from her eyes, overwhelmed by watching one of her boys refuse to quit and fight back so dramatically. Her hands shook slightly as she applauded.

The ten-second warning buzzer sounded throughout the venue. Miguel pulled the stool away and locked eyes intensely with Javier, gripping his shoulders firmly. "One more round. Two minutes. Give me everything you’ve got left in the tank."

Both fighters stood in their corners, breathing hard and steady, knowing absolutely everything came down to the next two crucial minutes. Wells had won the first round clearly and decisively, Javier had taken the second round dramatically. Round three would determine everything - winner, loser, advancement, elimination.

Javier bounced confidently on his toes, feeling stronger and more focused than he had all fight. Vicente’s supernatural intervention had given him not just technical corrections, but complete mental clarity and confidence. He knew exactly what he needed to do.

Wells rolled his shoulders methodically and adjusted his mouthguard with practiced efficiency. He’d been hurt, surprised, and tested, but he was still the more experienced fighter with the better amateur record. His corner’s urgent instructions echoed clearly in his ears.

[CONDITION: BATTLE-TESTED]

[ENDURANCE: 10/100]

[CONFIDENCE: MAXIMUM]

The referee looked carefully at both fighters, checking their condition and readiness. "Gentlemen, this is the final round. Box smart, protect yourselves, listen to my commands at all times." Both fighters nodded seriously, understanding completely the stakes involved.

The entire venue held its collective breath in anticipation. Dr. Vasquez gripped the barrier so tightly her knuckles were completely white. Tommy’s voice had become hoarse from shouting encouragement. This was what amateur boxing was supposed to be - two well-matched fighters giving absolutely everything they had.

Vicente stood motionless at ringside, solid and intensely focused. No words now - just the quiet, powerful intensity of a supernatural mentor watching his student face the ultimate test of skill, heart, and determination.

The referee raised his hand high above his head. "Fighters ready?"

Both nodded firmly and confidently.

"Round three! Box!"

The bell rang for the final time, beginning two minutes that would determine everything - victory, defeat, advancement, elimination, dreams fulfilled or shattered