returning to action like a washed-up fighter looking for one last shot at the big-time. The results were predictably ugly. The would-be contender hit the ropes and the canvas in quick succession, even before the towel his corner had thrown.

The bravery of the fighter is never in doubt, or is bravery sometimes mistaken for stupidity? When the victor's arm is lifted by the referee what thoughts go through the numbed mind of the loser? Was there pride before the fall? Will the price to be paid out-weight the cash received? in the end was it worth it?