In his corner, Davis is tense. He rolls his neck. Lira signs, "Smooth, fast, relax." Davis stretches and looks at the ceiling. At the bell, Lira pounds the mat. Davis pounces. Lira shakes his head—universal boxing language for "The kid didn't hear a word I said."
Davis jabs, shifts his weight, unleashes an uppercut that rattles Crazy Sam and another punch that knocks off his head protector. Crazy Sam comes on again, and his left finds Davis's chin. Davis clinches, shoves; Crazy Sam shoves back, and Davis trips and lands on the back pocket of his pastel-patterned jams. He looks to his corner. Lira laughs and pounds the mat, pretends to count him out: "Eight! Nine!"
Davis grins and points to his ear, as if saying, "I can't hear you." Both men are laughing as Davis gets up to resume his career.