The next thing he knew, he was face-to-face with Reese at the center of the cage, each of them sizing the other up while the referee went over the rules: no biting, no kicks to the nuts, et cetera. As they stared at each other the world began to shrink, sounds diminishing, and then the fighters were released to their corners. Daly and Moore shouted encouragement, but Colin only vaguely registered their voices. The bell sounded, and he stepped forward.
Colin landed a kick to Reese’s knee within the first twenty seconds, then another two quickly after that. All three shots seemed to catch Reese off guard, and when Colin hit the knee a fourth time, he saw Reese’s first flash of anger. A fifth kick to the knee came next, and Reese began keeping his distance, already having deciphered part of Colin’s plan. They traded blows for the next couple of minutes, with Colin landing three quality shots to the ribs and one more hard kick to the knee. Reese’s boxing skills were about what Colin had expected, but his punches were harder, and when Reese landed a shot to Colin’s temple, Colin saw stars and ended up on his back. Reese was clearly in control, but Colin was able to hold his own defensively until the bell sounded. Both fighters were breathing hard.
According to Daly, the round could go either way, though he thought Colin had the advantage.
The second round followed roughly the same pattern: Colin landed three more kicks to the knee, with Reese noticeably wincing after the final shot; Colin hammered on Reese’s ribs whenever the opportunity presented itself. Two-thirds of the way through, they were on the ground again, with Reese landing a couple of strong blows while Colin did everything he could to defend himself. In the final twenty seconds, Reese’s elbow connected with the bridge of Colin’s nose and opened up a gash. Blood seeped into his eye, he lost concentration, and Reese took advantage, twisting his leg until Colin nearly had to tap. Colin knew as he returned to his corner that while he hadn’t been completely dominated, he’d lost the round.
He also noticed that Reese was limping badly as he made his way back to his corner.
Colin attacked the knee again to open the third round, then jabbed and feinted a couple of rushes, returning to the knee repeatedly. On the final kick, Reese winced hard and instinctively bent over; Colin moved in and went hard to the ribs. Out of position, Reese tried to lock up Colin, but Colin brought up his knee, felt it connect with Reese’s forehead, and for the first time in the match had Reese on his back and seriously in trouble.
Colin went as hard as he could, striking with his fists and elbows. Reese hadn’t been in this position very often, and Colin could sense him begin to panic. Colin continued to strike, landing more blows with as much force as possible. Reese took a hard shot to the jaw and his body went slack; Colin landed three more shots that left Reese stunned. Colin pressed his advantage, and as the round ticked toward its close, Reese made a tactical mistake. Colin was nearly able to end the fight with an arm bar, only to have Reese somehow wiggle free. Precious seconds ticked by before Colin maneuvered Reese into position for another arm bar. Just as Colin began to apply pressure, the bell sounded, the referee jumped in, and the fight was over.
Colin reluctantly rose, only to see Daly and Moore pumping their fists; in their minds, it was clear who’d won the fight. Reese’s, too; as he rose, he avoided Colin’s eyes.
The judges, however, didn’t score it that way. When Reese’s arm was raised in victory by a plainly skeptical referee, Colin knew that he’d just been handed his first defeat. Colin shook Reese’s hand and Daly and Moore charged into the ring. The crowd began to boo and catcall.
Colin tuned it all out; he was spent. He left the cage and headed toward the locker room alone, only mildly disappointed and not terribly surprised.