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Above is Jer making his entrance after his video was shown. I shot, edited, and co-directed it:
The match had all the hallmarks of an oldey-timey boxing match, complete with ring announcer . . .
. . . intensity . . .
. . . like, crazy intensity . . .
. . . and blood. Oh, the blood. I’m not showing you the half of it.
There were also some utter knockouts.
But, after every match, there was complete respect and camaraderie between opponents.
Besides Jeremy, the match we were there to watch was of this lady, Laura Thomlinson. She’s a nurse, an artist, and an asskicker.
She landed her blows, and took her lumps but, in the end, the judges ruled for her opponent after a split decision.
Jeremy’s opponent came out swinging and got a few good shots in on Jeremy.
However, as the boxing lingo goes, he “gassed out” (boxing jargon for running out of gas by not having trained with enough cardio-intensive workouts in the weeks and months leading up to the bout) shortly into the first round, and Jeremy moved in.
Transforming his fists into metaphorical hammers, Jeremy landed a couple of fast blows on his opponent . . .
. . . and bounced him to the mats before the first round was over.
And, at that point, it was over. Jer’s opponent conceded, and the match was called in Jeremy’s favour by TKO (which always looks more impressive than “technical knockout”).
Nobody was happier about the abrupt end to the fight than Coral, Jeremy’s wife (who delivered the biggest laugh-garnering line of the night in Jeremy’s video).
Way to go, Jeremy!