"Make sure he can't breath…..then shut his mouth…..with an uppercut…it sent him down that last time…it will send him down again.." Ronny said, promotor for Weatherman.
"What the hell are you doing out there….?" Marcian said, trainer for Johnson.
"I am not sure yet….." Johnson said bitterly looking right at Marcian feeling betrayed.
"You better think of something quick….this guy's gonna kill you.." Marcian said.
Johnson had only one trainer and no promoter. Marcian was manager and trainer in one.
"You got any suggestions?" Johnson yelled at Marcian.
"You think this is my fault? Where do you get off….fuck you." Marcian said.
"I will fight my own fight then…..you just stay out of my way…" Johnson said.
"You're finished…." Marcian stepped down from the corner and pushed his away through the crowd. Johnson was alone and knew it. It was about the time for the 12th round. There were three more rounds to go.

The bell rang and Weatherman and Johnson both went at it in the middle of the ring. Johnson did his best to stay clear of weatherman in hopes of finding a weak spot but not getting knocked down again. Johnson did his trademark dance, moving around and around Weatherman and trying to catch Weatherman with a left Jab or a right, but it was to no avail. Johnson couldn't get close enough without risking getting knocked down. Weatherman only needed to hit Johnson once or twice in the face or stomach and he would be down. Weatherman moved in as close he could but Johnson was too quick for him. He stay clear and circled the ring throwing jabs left and right when he could get close and missing. Johnson noticed started to notice something. In the first few rounds Weatherman had thrown several punches that Johnson was able to avoid easily but Weatherman wasn't throwing as many punches and infact it looked as if he was managing to throw less than half of what he did before. Johnson had three more rounds to go and so far was losing the fight. He noticed now that Weatherman was getting tired and unable to hold up his fists as he use to earlier in the round. This made him vulnerable to a faster fighter's punches. Johnson gambled and came in close to Weatherman and started throwing left and right jabs to Weatherman's body.

Johnson found himself landing almost all of them and Weatherman faught back by trying to land a few punches on the back of Johnson. It didn't work, Johnson then quickly backed away and Weatherman moved in closer and threw as many punches as he could muster but they all missed. Johnson knew what he had to do. His gamble had worked, Weatherman was not the same as in the previous rounds. The onslaught he gave to Johnson was too much. Weatherman didn't count on Johnson being able to get back up and now he had used up his energy. Johnson appeared to be in pristine condition even after the beating he had taken up to now. He moved into Weatherman again and punched him in the stomach as much as he could before he felt Weatherman would start his onslaught and Johnson repeated this until the end of the 12th round. He didn't knock down Weatherman but he didn't intend to…not this round. Johnson did know that he had to knock out Weatherman or he would lose by decision. He was far behind in points. Weatherman had landed most of the punches he had thrown. Johnson had 3 more rounds to do it. Weatherman was big but Johnson felt he had enough strength to knock the guy down.
Johnson used the right jab, his best jab and continued to go for the body. Weatherman still refused to go down but was unable to return any punches. Johnson was sure now that maybe he had Weatherman. However, Weatherman did something in the last minuted unexpectedly. He backed away against the ropes, started dancing like Ali and skillfully avoided Johnson's punches. Johnson couldn't understand where Weatherman got this energy for he looked fatigued in the middle of the round but now he was moving and Johnson couldn't hit him. The bell rang.
It was the end of the 12th round. Fighters went in the ring alone but had cut men, trainers and managers by their side in the corner. Johnson this time had nobody. He had thought he knew what to do during the 12th round going it alone but at the end of it he was lost and feeling a bit fatigued. What to do now? Where to go? He didn't know this fighter, his trainer didn't know him and the audience didn't either and it looked as though Johnson was going down in the next round. Weatherman seemed a little more vulnerable but then switched tactics. Johnson watched him in the corner and it looked as though Weatherman was gaining strength and most of his energy back. A minute left before the 13th round. Johnson wasn't going to be ready for the next round. He had no ideas. He was a fighter, not Ali and his corner led him. The bell rang.
Weatherman came out swinging as he did the first round, landing punches to Johnson's body this time but not his face. Johnson couldn't understand that. Johnson was a small guy, short guy and not a big heavy weight, you didn't weaken a guy like him with shots to the body but a good hook or an upper cut to the head. Johnson didn't return any punches but just felt the guy out as he tried to in the 12th round but couldn't find a weak point. He was a mystery. The body shots were starting to take their toll on him anyway, the guy hit hard and one time Johnson briefly lost his breath and was up against the ropes. The referee paused the fight to check Johnson and Johnson nodded he was fine as he held his gut. Johnson had to stay away. He thought his body could take it but that last shot was too much. Johnson attempted to mimic Weatherman from the 12th round but Weatherman kept up with him and got the shots to the body. Johnson felt his legs slowly giving away and he couldn't move away quick enough. One minute left and it was obvious to everyone that Johnson was hurt as he was holding his gut but still moving away.
Weatherman suddenly switched tactics on Johnson and attempted a combination of a right hook and a left jab. He scored a hit on Johnson's temple with the hook but missed with the jab. Johnson's legs gave away and he fell forward down on the campus flat on his stomach.

"And down goes Johnson…down goes Johnson." The announcer screamed.

He tried to get up first with his hands and then his legs but his legs were too weak. He heard the 10 count. "It is over…..Weatherman is the new champion of the world with a KO of Joe Johnson." The announcer screamed. Johnson slowly got up and then staggered to his corner…..alone.