Then over comes the right. The haymaker. It connects...and down he goes. One...two. Wesselly is spent. He's not getting up guys. Believe me he's out cold. But wait...Three...four. Wait a minute...he's on his elbows...five...six. His knees. One knee. His right foot grips the canvas...seven...eight. He tries to stand up. Nine.
HE'S ON HIS FEET!
BAM...in goes the upper cut, and out goes Wesselly's lights.
It's all over folks.
Wessely has kissed the canvas. And that's official.
Mikovits punches the air (and several of the former champs sycophantic fans).
The crowd goes APE *HIT chanting GO JUDY GO JUDY!!