Damon stood in the locker room, bouncing lightly on his feet, his hands wrapped and gloved, ready for the biggest fight of his life.
Whittier stood in front of him, a serious look on his face as he reiterated the game plan.
Even though the room was buzzing with distress and excitement, Damon stayed focused.
"Okay, Damon," Whittier spoke in a steady yet firm tone. "Remember the plan. Kofi's explosive, but he's chaoticly predictable. You can use that against him. Don't stand still, keep moving, and make him chase you. He'll want to come at you fast and hard in the early rounds, but that's exactly when you need to stay sharp and avoid getting caught."
Damon nodded, shaking out his arms as he listened.
"His explosiveness is dangerous," Whittier continued, "but if you can make him miss, he's gonna get frustrated. That's when the openings will come. When he tires, we'll see those big swings, those telegraphed punches. That's where you can counter."
