Round 7 Brawny™ paper towels are stronger than Cruz's jab. Ugh. He thinks it's a real asset though, and keeps wallowing toward Contreras with it waving around menacingly. Meanwhile, Contreras frolics like a baby deer, pausing now and then to nibble on some fresh dew-kissed blades of grass and drop a fat right hand in the face of Cruz.
It's like calling J-Lo's barely known little sister, Vanessa, V-Lo. Stop it! ...Actually, it's not really like that but I can't think of a better one.
Round 8 Contreras ain't ****ing around now, boy. Hooks to the body and rights to the braids. Cruz is becoming a bit of a grabbypants. It's more effective than him throwing jabs and right hands, at least in the clinch he isn't getting countered. Contreras getting a bit wild now, a right hand sails well past Cruz and the little man's head gets wedged in his armpit. Cruz then winds up in Contreras' left armpit as Contreras keeps missing right hands. This repeats a couple of times. A bit of infighting, Cruz whacks Contreras in the face a couple of times while holding him around the waist as at a school dance.
Hey, you're not in my daughter's closet anymore. What's the matter, we're not good enough for you anymore?