Fawaz’s shots bounced off Bostan’s head, and it seemed any of them would again send his legs into swirl, but he stood firm, and Fawaz’s pressure started to dip. It seemed as though he had punched himself out, and Bostan took full advantage. It was his turn to be the aggressor, and he pinned the tiring Fawaz up against the ropes, and seemed to hurt the Nigerian with a left hand. Bostan kept firing, now with his hands by his ears – he wasn’t taking the risk of his guard being low again. The bell sounded after a frantic fourth, the pair locked eyes as Bostan taunted his foe, then returned to his corner as he waved on the crowd for support.
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