[ Unfortunately, said idiot doesn't know what he's doing. At least not against a professional fighter and especially not against a professional fighter that looks like a 12 year old smurf boy. There's no way he can keep up with that speed and agility and even if he hadn't bought the faked jab he never really stood a chance.
The punch hits solidly and it's luck, not skill that keeps Dean from puking his guts out. He folds over like a wet napkin before stumbling back, arms folded over his aching gut.]