Baby Face Jack's Biggest Fight

The referee held his gloved hand high in the air. The crowd was hushed as the ring announcer spoke, "Ladies and Gentlemen, the winner of this World Featherweight Championship Boxing Match to unify the title, by technical knockout, and still undefeated; Baby-face Jack Mc Coy." The crowd screamed in approval.

Jack's trainer and manager Fred Marino wiped the blood from Jack's face and chest. The blood ran in a steady stream from his broken nose. Fred grabbed a fresh towel, held it to Jack's nose, and squeezed firmly to try to stop the flow. Fred told the ring announcer that he was going to take Jack to the dressing room. He looked at the ring doctor who was standing nearby. "Would you take another look at his nose and see if you can stop the bleeding?"

"Sure Fred, I suspect that he will need an operation to fix it, I almost stopped the fight it was so bad. I would not have let him go another round but 'Killer' Durant could not see any more so I stopped the fight. Mc Coy really hurt him bad, I think he broke some of his ribs and I know Killer's face took a pounding. His eyes are swollen completely shut."

Fred looked at Jack. "How do you feel?"

"Not too bad. My nose hurts a little but I could go a few more rounds if I had to. Where is Sandy? I know she will be upset over all the blood."

A beautiful petite girl said, "I'm right here behind you Jack. Are you OK, Honey?"

"Yeah, follow us back to my dressing room. I may have to go from there to the hospital. The Doc here says I may need a plastic surgeon to fix it right. This is the third time it has been broken." She was with him while they took the wrappings from his hands. She critically examined his face, the nose and surrounding areas were very swollen. The bleeding had stopped but the nose was an ugly purple color.

She looked the rest of him over carefully, "Your poor nose looks like the only place you are hurt. I didn't see him hit you there."