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Fight Night Round 3 | Bios

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Cross slammed the laptop shut. But the bio was already inside him.

Cross touched the scar over his right eye. His own bio would have said: Chin: Granite. Right hand: A wrecking ball. Weakness: The past.

The referee counted. The crowd was a wave. Cross didn't watch Bishop struggle to his knees. He walked to the neutral corner, leaned his head against the cool turnbuckle, and closed his eyes.

Raymond Cross stared at the name, the sweat on his knuckles drying into a salty rime. He wasn't watching a replay. He was watching a premonition. In the Fight Night Round 3 bios, a fighter’s soul was laid bare—not their statistics, but their tells . Bishop’s bio read like a warning: Devastating left hook to the body. Susceptible to the corkscrew uppercut when backing up. Heart: Absolute.

Tomorrow was the third fight. The rubber match. The first fight, Bishop had walked through Cross’s jab like a man walking through a screen door, put him down with a shot to the liver that felt like a betrayal. Cross had gasped on the canvas, a fish in a dry world, and read the ref’s lips: Seven... eight...