[color=FireBrick][center][h1]Oshea Jackson[/h1][/center][/color]
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[center]"I have wrestled with an alligator, I done tussled with a whale; I done handcuffed lightnin', and thrown thunder in jail."
-Mohammed Ali[/center]
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[i]Down goes Frazier! Down goes Frazier! Ali with the knockout![/i]

Bright lights and a shouting crowd, Oshea heard all the jeers--except they were in his head. Oshea planned to show Quicksilver how fast he really was but it didn't go quite as he planned. It was time to regroup, just as soon as he could gather his wits. Oshea had been in a few fist fights before; he had been an amateur boxer, so he was used to getting rocked. In boxing, there was one rule for getting knocked down--get back up. Once the white flashes dimmed and he regained his senses, he had to resort to another plan and he had no time to observe his surroundings; nor could Oshea let Quicksilver mount an offensive.

Then Oshea looked around; there was so much space. Somehow, he had to confine the fight and give Quicksilver nowhere to run. It was time to take this fight indoors. His mind raced as he thought up his plan--what was he going to do if he managed to get inside? He didn't know and it didn't matter. In a burst of speed, he blitzed to the inside of the plant and into a confined hallway near the entrance. Rook to A7. Now, he would try for the rope-a-dope.