A bead of sweat rolls down my forehead as my character lurches and swings a roving left hook. Like me, he too is sweating, only in a much more manly way as he blocks a vicious head kick. I hammer the pad, holding LB in the hope that I can land a knockout punch.
My over enthusiastic punch gets blocked and he throws a cruel uppercut catching me on the chin and sending my character reeling as the screen darkens and time slows, this could be the end.
He sees the opportunity and steps in to land a series of punches. I hammer the RB button down hard to block the shower of fists. Somehow my character pulls through and regains his composure. That was close. Too close. I have to finish this.
I step forward, gently urging the left stick, hoping that his confidence will give me an opening. He eats it up and comes forward with a series of jabs that don’t connect. This is my chance. Holding LT I press X, Y and X, landing a chorus of satisfying thumps to his ribcage. He understandably drops his guard down low, leaving his face, and particularly that cut left eye open.
This is what I’ve been waiting for. I press RB and X and with liquid precision my ugly created-character steps forward, drops low, and swings a huge over hand right that connects with the cut eye. Blood and sweat spray from the impact as he drops with a sickening thud to the blood-stained floor. I jump in the air and shout some idiotic phrases of the self congratulatory fashion as my character does the same.
