Round 8 There is not much improvement over the last few rounds. They trade jabs and telegraphed/missed flurries. They clinch a few times, particularly when Prescott ducks as Cuello charges in and out.
Round 9 Prescott with body jabs and nothing else, looking to score points and play defense uncharacteristically. Cuello looks happy to survive, and is pawing with his right jab and not taking any chances. Cuello DOWN suddenly with a counter right hand that caught Cuello asleep at the wheel. Cuello gets up and looks unhurt but takes a couple of power punches to the body. Prescott still does not become aggressive, and literally walks away from Cuello, with the entire ring's space between them. That's one of the more pathetic 10-8 rounds you'll ever see.
Round 10 Cuello down right away the first time Prescott flurries; ruled a slip. Cuello begins to hop on his toes, throwing combos in mid-air but coming up short with his stubby arms and general lack of athleticism. Prescott does not have to work terribly hard to keep himself untouched but is doing an okay job regardless. He is not, however, showing any desire to put Cuello away. Cuello tries desperately to catch Prescott with a swiping right jab, and Precott makes him miss with a rubbery neck and waist, as well as quicker feet. Cuello is literally chasing him around trying to land a 1-2 - and failing. This may be the worst FNF main event of the year.
I almost want Prescott to get robbed just as a proxy for the drama that wasn't. Alas - 98-91 99-90 99-90
"Am I on your hair?" "...No." "Oh. ... ... ..." (hearing the clock ticking and cats outside) ... ... ... "Now you're on my hair." "Oh. Sorry." "It's fine..." ... ... ... "Are you done?" "No." "Oh. That's fine. We're okay." "Not really." ... ... "What time is it?"