Recap: Took him till the 3rd round to get turned up, but after a couple of (for him anyway) average rounds littered with pedestrian bars that led to a split with the mayhem-dishing and sometimes witty, but filler-prone Gauge, JC finally separates himself from his opponent with a spitfire 3rd round that drenched with steely punches, rambunctious schemes and some fierce wordplay, gets him the round and the win.
Verdict: JC (W) 2-1
Favorite line: JC – “Now I’m giving shots, but you can’t match nothing I spit, look who they bumped you against, check the dash, this gauge don’t even see the same numbers I hit!”
