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[code]Regal Square, Prince Ed-Field[/code]
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When Jackson had launched a roundhouse kick, he fully expected it to be blocked, but he knew that this Ricky Martin wanksta wasn’t expecting it to have more power than he assumed. Jackson knew this based off of the expression of his face. And even though it had been blocked, Jackson didn’t let off from trying to break the block. All the while, the putz came in low with, yet another, right hook. This time, however, it was aimed at Jackson’s face.

At the right time, Jackson raised up his adjacent shoulder to block the punch. As much as it hurt upon contact, Jackson did not let any of the momentum slip between the cracks. Because all of the force of the punch went into Jackson’s shoulder, it would no doubt cause the man to follow through, forcing him forward. On the moment that this cuck would, Jackson would kick off with his free leg against the chest of his opponent, causing the man to stagger back towards the food table,and Jackson would flip backwards, creating some distance between them. 

Not waiting for any moment to pass - or give him any chance to gather himself - Jackson did a cartwheel with the intention of jumping off of his hands and delivering a reverse dropkick to the man, aimed at his abdomen.