The crowd cheered and cringed when Tom tried to avoid the punch from a tall man, but it caught him in the cheek and he staggered backwards.
Tom caught his balance, wiped slobber from his chin, and turned around with a grin. He brought his clenched fists up toward his opponent in ready position.
They side-stepped in the circle that was created by the bystanders. Tom stepped forward to throw a cross punch, but missed and got pounded in the back.
The crowd caught his upper body, but not his lower body.
To his right he noticed a girl he knew in the front of the mix right next to him.
She laughed, as he got up.
"Tom!" a male voice yelled from somewhere in the noisy pub.
Tom smiled at her. She was an attractive girl in too small of a dress.
She put her hand on his sweaty shoulders beaming up at him. He gave her a kiss. The crowd laughed and he turned around to face his opponent with a smirk.
"I'll give you some more later!" she yelled.
Tom and his opponent got their hands up toward each other. Tom threw a punch at the challenger's hands, locked one of his competitor's arms with his elbow - so it was out of his way, - and gave his opponent some uppercuts in the ribs.
His rival groaned and pushed him away. Tom swaggered to the edge of the circle, preventing himself from falling. He turned around to see the brute's fists up and ready, so he did the same.
He walked to him, quickly brought his fists down into his opponent's fists and then put his fisted hands next to each other to throw a double-fisted punch into the man's face.
The chap's head jerked back, but both of their fists were up and ready again. They stared at each other.
"Tom!" a male voice carried loudly across the room.
Tom looked and was immediately landed with a heavy punch that knocked him flat on his back.
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