Gatti-vs.-Gatti - the fifth estate

Gatti-vs.-Gatti - the fifth estate:

Rich, famous, troubled … and dead.
But was a world champion boxer's death suicide or murder?
He was a Montreal kid who grew up to win three world boxing championship titles, millions of dollars in prize money and legions of fans around the world. But Arturo Gatti was also a troubled man. Outside of the ring he loved to party as hard as he fought. In July 2009, Gatti was found dead in a hotel room in Brazil where he was on a second honeymoon with his wife. He was apparently strangled with a bloodied purse strap found near his body.
His wife, Amanda Rodrigues, claims she found him dead on the floor. Brazilian police initially charged her with murder, but freed her less than three weeks later, deeming Gatti's death a suicide. His family maintains he was killed — and now a pair of private investigators they hired say they have the evidence to prove it.
Was it a tragic love story, or a murder mystery? As the fifth estate has discovered, it all depends on whom you believe.
With new evidence and first-hand testimony from Gatti's family, friends, associates and Amanda Rodrigues herself, the fifth estate reveals what's behind the accusations and allegations surrounding the state of Gatti's mind, marriage and financial situation. While the battle over the fighter's $6-million dollar estate heats up in a Montreal courthouse, the fifth estate's Bob McKeown travels to Brazil, New Jersey and Montreal to meticulously reconstruct Arturo Gatti's path to destruction.
"Gatti-vs-Gatti" is a co-production between CBC's the fifth estate and CBS's 48 Hours Mystery.

                                                  Classic Confrontation with Mickey Ward

End of the Line... Gomez

Ban fighting in hockey, medical journal urges - Health - CBC News

Ban fighting in hockey, medical journal urges - Health - CBC News:

Fighting in hockey should be stopped because it leads to head trauma that causes progressive brain damage, says an editorial in the Canadian Medical Association Journal.

"The tragic story of Sidney Crosby's layoff due to concussions has not been sufficient for society to hang its head in shame and stop violent play immediately," Dr. Rajendra Kale, a neurologist and Interim editor of the CMAJ, wrote in an editorial in the journal’s Monday issue online.

Dr. Rajendra Kale of the CMAJ writes that a ban should be imposed on all forms of intentional head trauma, based on new research from the Boston University School of Medicine that shows the presence of chronic traumatic encephalopathy in the brains of prominent hockey players. (Sharon Ellman/Associated Press)

Kale says that a ban should be imposed on all forms of intentional head trauma based on new research from the Boston University School of Medicine that shows the presence of chronic traumatic encephalopathy (CTE) in the brains of prominent hockey players Rick Martin, Reggie Fleming and Bob Probert.

Chronic traumatic encephalopathy, a degenerative brain disease, causes memory problems, changes in personality and mood, Parkinson-like symptoms and changes in speech and gait.

Kale cites 2009 research from the same Boston University researchers that revealed CTE in 50 of 70 athletes studied.

"The simple message from the work done by McKee and colleagues is that the brain does not tolerate repeated hits," he writes.

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The editorial, "Stop the violence and play hockey," calls on doctors to support a ban and “endorse deterrent penalties in hockey.”

While he acknowledges that hockey fans may take issue with a sport that is less exciting following such a ban, Kale cites the ban on smoking, which has not reduced the number of people frequenting bars and restaurants:

“Instead, the rates of admission to hospital for heart attacks and lung diseases decreased," he writes.

"Should we not stop the violence now and get on with the main objective of hockey, which is scoring goals?" says Kal

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Ultimate Fighting star charged under Alberta's Wildlife Act

Does this guy need a gun?

Brock Lesnar is scheduled to appear in a Medicine Hat courtroom in mid-January

“Hunting is an important wildlife management tool ... and when done illegally that can have a large impact on our wildlife, our natural resources, and the populations themselves,” said Whiteside.

Lesnar is scheduled to appear in a Medicine Hat courtroom in mid-January.

The charges in the case carry maximum penalties of a $50,000 fine or a two-year jail term for each offence.

Ex-Boxer Edwin Viruet Says He Was Robbed - NYTimes.com

Ex-Boxer Edwin Viruet Says He Was Robbed - NYTimes.com:

December 2, 2011

He Was a Contender

By COREY KILGANNON

EDWIN VIRUET does not have to talk about what he accomplished in the ring. His career lies laminated on a small ringside table that stakes out the spot where he trains fighters at John’s Boxing Gym in the South Bronx.

Clippings and grainy photographs and promotion posters attesting to Mr. Viruet’s 31 victories during his professional lightweight career are protected by clear tape from the blood and sweat and spit. One shot shows his fist smashing the face of the great champion Roberto Durán, whom he fought twice. There he is carried on shoulders after winning a lightweight title in Puerto Rico.

“That’s a beautiful record right there,” he said Wednesday in the gym packed with fighters sparring, skipping rope, shadow-boxing and pounding the bags.

As for his six supposed losses and two draws, the real explanation cannot be seen on the table. It falls to Mr. Viruet himself to offer an explanation. They were not really losses, but rather fights he says were fixed against him — especially his two close fights against Mr. Durán in the 1970s, the second for the world lightweight title. The judges’ decisions for Mr. Durán in both fights were disputed by people other than just Mr. Viruet.

Back then, Mr. Viruet fought at 135 pounds. Now he weighs in at 210. He subsists on food stamps and Social Security benefits, and rents a $400-a-month room in an apartment near the gym. He lives on the fumes of his beautiful record.

There was the victory over Alfredo Escalera, a featherweight champion, and the one over Vilomar Fernandez, who had beaten the great Alexis Arguello. But now we arrive at the 1971 draw with Saoul Mamby — which Mr. Viruet says should have been a win. Once again he was robbed, he said, and other fighters and promoters avoided setting up fights with him. It all got so frustrating that he decided to end his career with a statement: He took $5,000 to step into the ring with a lesser fighter named Alvin Hayes in Detroit in 1983 and, he says, he took a first-round dive.

“That was it,” he said, miming a wiping clean of his hands. “My message was, ‘What do I need to win? Shoot the other guy with a gun?’ ”

On it goes — Mr. Viruet can pummel you with this stuff for 15 rounds.

The Puerto Rican-born Mr. Viruet grew up in New York City, one of four boxing brothers, including Adolfo, also an illustrious pro who fought Mr. Durán as well as Sugar Ray Leonard. Growing up on the Lower East Side, Edwin and Adolfo would spar at a boys’ club and fight each other on the sidewalk for money.

Edwin was undefeated as an amateur, with 18 wins and Golden Gloves titles in 1968 and 1969 — when he and Adolfo met in the finals and were declared co-champions. While Adolfo was more of a slugger, Edwin was a dancing stylist who patterned himself after Muhammad Ali.

As a teenager, Edwin began training at Gleason’s Gym, which at the time was in the Bronx, next to where John’s is now.

Like many former fighters, Mr. Viruet only feels right in a busy gym. So he shows up every day, though he lacks the large following of the dozen other trainers at this first-floor space in a graffiti-strewn building on Westchester Avenue.

The place calls itself home to current champions like Joseph Agbeko and Joshua Clottey, and colorful trainers like Understanding Allah. Mr. Viruet knocks around, waiting for his next budding champ, or next payday, to walk in.

He trained Alex Stewart during the heavyweight’s ascent, before he fell to the likes of Holyfield, Tyson and Foreman. He prepared Wesley Snipes for fight scenes in the 1986 film“Streets of Gold,” and even snagged a cameo. When the mobster Salvatore Gravano, widely known as Sammy the Bull, wanted to take up boxing, he paid Mr. Viruet good money to play patty-cake in the sparring ring with him. “He was a cupcake,” laughed Mr. Viruet, who bides his time by training amateur fighters, many of whom lack the money to pay him.

Last week, Mr. Viruet agreed to watch a YouTube replay of his second Durán fight, the 15-rounder in 1977, on a laptop propped up on a car hood outside the gym. Suddenly, there was Howard Cosell, in his yellow blazer, declaring that “each man genuinely hates the other,” and noting that their 10-rounder in 1975 ended in a decision for Mr. Durán that was booed.

“One of the classiest boxers you’d want to see,” Mr. Cosell said of Mr. Viruet as the lithe fighter danced around his plodding opponent and taunted him.

The money Mr. Viruet earned is gone now, he said, but not the pleasure of watching himself punch Mr. Durán’s face open in the 12th round. “I’m the only fighter who cut him,” he crowed into the Bronx night, with the No. 5 train clattering by.

Good Video at NYT's site:

http://video.nytimes.com/video/2011/12/03/nyregion/100000001205187/a-lucky-and-unlucky-contender.html

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ON BOXING. By Joyce Carol Oates.

BOOKS OF THE TIMES - NYTimes.com:
By Christopher Lehmann-Haupt
Published: March 2, 1987


ON BOXING. By Joyce Carol Oates. With Photographs by John Ranard. 118 pages. Dolphin/Doubleday. $14.95.

IF it betrays a bias on my part to be surprised at the combination of Joyce Carol Oates and the subject of boxing, I can only plead what she herself writes in this penetrating book on the subject: ''Boxing is a purely masculine activity and it inhabits a purely masculine world. . . . Boxing is for men, and is about men, and is men. A celebration of the lost religion of masculinity all the more trenchant for its being lost.'' And: ''Men fighting men to determine worth (i.e., masculinity) excludes women as completely as the female experience of childbirth excludes men. And is there, perhaps, some connection?''

Yet to judge from the few autobiographical remarks she lets drop in her remarkable book, Ms. Oates has been a fan of boxing most of her life. Her father took her to a Golden Gloves tournament in Buffalo in the early 1950's, and it's evident she watched the Friday night matches that were televised in the early 1960's.

Certainly she's at home with the subject. Though she refers to ''On Boxing'' as ''mosaic-like,'' it resembles more a spiral, touching history, lore and anecdote as it circles in on the essential, and disquieting, issues that lie at the heart of boxing. She reminds us that in the bare-knuckle era that preceded the development of gloves, it was the fighters' hands that kept breaking, not their heads.

She makes the cogent point that what with the greater authority that the referee has assumed recently, ''the bloody 'great' fights of boxing's history'' - Jack Dempsey's triumph over Jess Willard in 1919, for instance, or Sugar Ray Robinson's sixth and final fight with Jake LaMotta in 1951 - would be ''inconceivable'' today.

She is eloquent in her judgments: ''Has there ever been a fighter quite like the young Dempsey? - the very embodiment, it seems, of hunger, rage, the will to do hurt; the spirit of the Western frontier come East to win his fortune.'' Or: ''Sonny Liston occupies a position sui generis for the very truculence of his boxing persona - the air of unsmiling menace he presented to the Negro no less than the white world.'' Or: It was Muhammad Ali's style ''when confronted with a 'deadly' puncher like Sonny Liston to simply out-think and -maneuver him: never before, and never since, has a heavyweight performed in the ring with such style -an inimitable combination of intelligence, wit, grace, irreverence, cunning.''

But this is a good deal more than a book that establishes its author's credentials to ''talk boxing.'' Though no defense of prizefighting, it speaks eloquently and profoundly about the fascination of watching two human beings hit each other in the ring. ''How can you enjoy so brutal a sport, people sometimes ask me,'' she writes. ''And it's too complex to answer. In any case I don't 'enjoy' boxing in the usual sense of the word, and never have; boxing isn't invariably 'brutal'; and I don't think of it as a 'sport.' ''

''There is nothing fundamentally playful about it; nothing that seems to belong to daylight, to pleasure,'' she continues later in the book. ''At its moments of greatest intensity it seems to contain so complete and so powerful an image of life - life's beauty, vulnerability, despair, incalculable and often self-destructive courage - that boxing is life, and hardly a mere game. During a superior boxing match (Ali-Frazier I, for instance) we are deeply moved by the body's communion with itself by way of another's intransigent flesh. The body's dialogue with its shadow-self - or Death. Baseball, football, basketball - these quintessentially American pastimes are recognizably sports because they involve play: they are games. One plays football, one doesn't play boxing.''

Unsurprisingly enough, the one activity she compares with boxing is the craft of writing, at least so far as the fighter's training is involved, or the ''fanatic subordination of the self in terms of a wished-for destiny.'' She writes: ''One might compare the time-bound public spectacle of the boxing match (which could be as brief as an ignominious forty-five seconds - the record for a title fight!) with the publication of a writer's book. That which is 'public' is but the final stage in a protracted, arduous, grueling, and frequently despairing period of preparation.''

''Indeed,'' she continues, ''one of the reasons for the habitual attraction of serious writers to boxing . . . is the sport's systematic cultivation of pain in the interests of a project, a life-goal: the willed transposing of the sensation we know as pain (physical, psychological, emotional) into its polar opposite. If this is masochism - and I doubt that it is, or that it is simply - it is also intelligence, cunning, strategy. It is an act of consummate self-determination - the constant re-establishment of the parameters of one's being.''

Yet lest she be accused of romanticizing the fight game, it should quickly be added that she also compares it to pornography - the willful ''violation of a taboo'' - although ''boxing, unlike pornography, is not theatrical. . . . it is altogether real: the blood shed, the damage suffered, the pain (usually suppressed or sublimated) are unfeigned.''

There is nothing about ''On Boxing'' that attempts to redeem its subject. Its most eloquent passages are damning in one way or another. ''Yet,'' as Ms. Oates concludes, ''we don't give up on boxing, it isn't that easy. Perhaps it's like tasting blood. Or, more discreetly put, love commingled with hate is more powerful than love. Or hate.''

''Boxing has become America's tragic theater.''



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Source: http://www.nytimes.com/1987/03/02/books/books-of-the-times-771187.html

Boxing - Peterson dethrones Khan; wins split decision

Boxing - Peterson dethrones Khan; wins split decision: "
WBA/IBF jr welterweight champion Amir Khan (26-1, 18 KOs) was dethroned by IBF #1 Lamont Peterson (29-1-1, 15 KOs) in a controversial split decision on Saturday night before a partisan crowd in Peterson’s hometown of Washington DC. Khan dropped Peterson in round one but Peterson got back into the fight with a good round three. Khan adjusted his tactics and had success moving and flurrying. Khan was deducted a point by referee Joe Cooper for pushing in round seven. Close rounds down the stretch. Another point deducted from Khan for pushing in round twelve. Scores were 113-112, 113-112 Peterson, 114-111 Khan."

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Nelson Mandela is a longtime fan of the sport of Boxing

THE STRUGGLE IS MY LIFE

Boxing

"Although I had boxed a bit at Fort Hare, it was not until I had lived in Johannesburg that I took up the sport in earnest.  I was never an outstanding boxer.  I was in the heavyweight division, and I had neither enough power to compensate for my lack of speed nor enough speed to make up for my lack of power. 

I did not enjoy the violence of boxing so much as the science of it. I was intrigued by how one moved one's body to protect oneself, how one used a strategy both to attack and retreat, how one paced oneself over a match. 

Boxing is egalitarian. In the ring, rank, age, color, and wealth are irrelevant. When you are circling your opponent, probing his strengths and weaknesses, you are not thinking about his color or social status. I never did any real fighting after I entered politics. 

My main interest was in training; I found the rigorous exercise to be an excellent outlet for tension and stress. After a strenuous workout, I felt both mentally and physically lighter. It was a way of losing myself in something that was not the struggle. After an evening's workout I would wake up the next morning feeling strong and refreshed, ready to take up the fight again.

I attended the gym for one and a half hours each evening from Monday through Thursday. I would go home directly after work, pick up Thembi, then drive to the Community Center. We did an hour of exercise, some combination of roadwork, skipping rope, calisthenics, or shadow boxing, followed by fifteen minutes of body work, some weight lifting and then sparring. If we were training for a fight or a tournament, we would extend the training time to two and a half hours.

We each took turns leading the training sessions in order to develop leadership, initiative, and self-confidence. Thembi particularly enjoyed leading these sessions. Things would get a bit rough for me on the nights that my son was in charge, for he would single me out for criticism. He was quick to chastise me whenever I got lazy. 

Everybody in the gym called me "Chief," an honorific he avoided, calling me "Mister Mandela," and occasionally, when he felt sympathy for his old man, "My bra," township slang meaning "My brother." When he saw me loafing, he would say in a stern voice, "Mister Mandela, you are wasting our time this evening. If you cannot keep up, why not go home and sit with the old women." Everyone enjoyed these jibes immensely, and it gave me pleasure to see my son so happy and confident."

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Cotto wins convincingly against blinded Margarito

                                         Al Bello/Getty Images

Miguel Cotto battered Antonio Margarito over nine lopsided rounds then won a TKO on Saturday night at Madison Square Garden.

Cotto earned a punishing measure of payback for his loss to Margarito three years ago. With the New York crowd going wild for the Puerto Rican Cotto, he retained his 154-pound title.


He needed surgery to repair a fractured orbital bone following a loss to Manny Pacquiao last year and considered retirement. The New York State Athletic Commission didn't license Margarito until Nov. 22 after ordering another examination of his eye. Cotto took quick aim on the eye and it was swollen shut in the seventh round.

The sellout crowd at MSG honked horns, waved the Puerto Rico flag and absolutely went wild for all things Cotto - starting with his entrance...

 
Nothing could hold Cotto back.
 
With one eye, Margarito gamely fought on, hoping for that one brutal blow that could change the fight. Half blind, he never had a chance. 

Ring doctor Anthony Curreri stopped the fight because of the eye.

Read more: http://sportsillustrated.cnn.com/2011/boxing/wires/12/04/2080.ap.box.cotto.margarito.1st.ld.writethru.0632/index.html#ixzz1fY9FeaQ7

Wrong Righted?

Cotto wins via 9th round TKO:

Cotto wins via 9th round TKO

The fight ends before the 10th begins as Referee Steve Smoger stops it on the advice of the ringside doctor. Cotto was on a way to an easy win.... Cotto was the fresher and the more active fighter ...

This ending probably did not prove Margarito cheated the first time around.  It proved more about the state of his health after the Manny P. fight.  His right  eye was injured in the fight  against Manny P and he lost his vision in his right eye during this fight..  


Margarito would not be the first fighter to lose his vision permanently.  Sugar Ray Seals* reputedly boxed while mostly blind during his final few fights.  

*Sugar Ray Seales ;Tacoma, WA
Height: 6-1 (Southpaw)
Professional Record: 56-8-3 (33 kayos)
Amateur Record: 338-12


Sugar Ray Seales, the only American fighter to win a gold medal in the 1972 Olympics, was a contender for the Middleweight title during the late 70's and early 80's.  In a 1980 fight with Jaime Thomas, Seales was thumbed in the eye, tearing his retina, and he gradualy went blind. Seales retired in 1983....



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Revenge or Redemption: Miguel Cotto-Antonio Margarito

Pro Cotto:
Miguel Cotto-Antonio Margarito fight at Madison Square Garden about settling scores - NYPOST.com:

For one man, it’s about revenge. For the other, it’s about redemption.

The refurbished Garden might have new seats, a fresh coat of paint and a few more concession stands, but tonight it will hearken back to its storied boxing tradition where the bravest men fought the bloodiest battles in an arena that demands excellence.

How much does each fighter have left...

Cotto is the better boxer. Margarito is the stronger puncher. Though they both met the 153-pound catch weight at yesterday’s weigh-in, Margarito figures to be the bigger man tonight. But he hasn’t looked impressive since the Cotto fight, losing to Mosley and Pacquiao, while Cotto is 4-1 since then. Cotto may have more left than Margarito.

george.willis@nypost.com
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Pro Margarito:
Cotto-Margarito: Revenge or Repeat?
By Graham Houston

Revenge and redemption are the themes when Miguel Cotto defends his junior middleweight title against Antonio Margarito at a sold-out Madison Square Garden tonight (HBO PPV).

Cotto won his last two fights by stoppage, over Yuri Foreman and Ricardo Mayorga, whereas Margarito has been inactive since Pacquiao beat him up a year ago. Although Margarito gamely lasted the distance against Pacquiao he suffered a fractured right eye socket, and since then he has had a cataract removed from his eye.

While Margarito took a terrible pasting from Pacquiao he has had a year in which to recover, and it should be remembered that Cotto lost to Pacquiao on a 12th-round stoppage two years ago, suffering two knockdowns before being worn down by an accumulation of punishment.

If Margarito loses, it will reinforce the perception that he cheated in the first fight with Cotto.

Cotto has a new trainer for this fight, Cuban Pedro Diaz, surprisingly parting company with Emanuel Steward, who prepared Cotto for the Foreman and Mayorga fights.

Unless Margarito has been severely diminished by the knockout defeat he suffered against Shane Mosley and the drawn-out pounding inflicted by Pacquiao ...

http://www.fightnews.com/Boxing/cotto-margarito-revenge-or-repeat-103455#more-103455

Rematch between Miguel Cotto and Antonio Margarito opens old wounds

The pummelling Miguel Cotto took from Antonio Margarito in 2008 and the subsequent controversy over the latter's hand wraps against Shane Mosley make for a charged confrontation

If you've ever wondered why it is that you love boxing - and whether you should - you probably have time before the main set of bouts start to read this piece by Eric Raskin: "Cotto-Margarito II: How Much Punishment Is Enough?":

Villainous behavior sells in most sports, and nowhere is it more bankable than in boxing, where fans crave retribution against the athletes they hate. The defeated fighter feels pain — not just the pain of a loss, but actual pain — and people will pay specifically to watch it be inflicted. So a man like Margarito, who attempted to cheat (and is suspected to have successfully sneaked the plaster-like inserts into his wraps on at least one prior occasion), can reap financial reward as the black hat opposite a hero like Pacquiao. Margarito earned $6 million for the Pacquiao fight. Another seven-figure payday awaits after his rematch with Cotto.

That fight was supposed to happen in July, but with Margarito struggling to recover from two separate surgeries on his right eye, it was bumped back to September and then December. This month, the New York State Athletic Commission threatened to scuttle the fight, or at least force it to relocate to another state, because of Margarito's continuing optical issues. The complications caused by the Pacquiao fight — Margarito's worst beating in a 46-fight career not exactly constructed on a foundation of slickness and defensive savvy — continue to pile up.

Margarito will receive little sympathy. We're talking about an attempted cheater whose entire career has giant "were his gloves loaded in that fight?" asterisks attached to each result. He committed boxing's gravest offense. He paid for it. Then he paid some more. And he might continue to pay for the rest of his life.

When will he have paid enough? And what does it say about boxing fans that Margarito's brutal punishment was precisely the outcome many of us were rooting for?

Source:

http://www.guardian.co.uk/sport/2011/dec/04/miguel-cotto-antonio-margarito-2-live

Cotto vs. Margarito 2: Boxing Must Hope for More Controversy | Bleacher Report

Cotto vs. Margarito 2: Boxing Must Hope for More Controversy | Bleacher Report:

"Eric Bischoff, "controversy creates cash." It's more than a book title. The bottom line is that if you're in the business of relying on people to buy your biggest events, controversy is a must.

As ESPN reported, Antonio Margarito has plenty of controversy around his name. He was caught plastering his hand wraps in a fight against Shane Mosley, for example. Ironically, he still lost that fight. "



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For Delvin Rodriguez, toil finally pays off - Boxing Blog - ESPN

For Delvin Rodriguez, toil finally pays off - Boxing Blog - ESPN:

NEW YORK -- Delvin Rodriguez has been a "Friday Night Fights" staple for the past few years. And that's no small potatoes, nothing to scoff at. That means a boxer has arrived ... to an extent.

The purses you get to fight for on FNF can't compare to the those on HBO, or on pay-per-view, as Delvin Rodriguez of Danbury, Conn., will be doing for the first time on Saturday night.

HBO and pay-per-view can mean a house, savings for the kids' college fund. It can be a most-sweet payoff in this tough trade, and can make those 5 a.m. wakeup calls to do the roadwork and those omnipresent bumps, bruises and muscle and tendon tears more palatable.

If Rodriguez (25-5-3 with 14 KOs) can get the better of New Jersey's Pawel Wolak (age 30, 29-1-1 with 19 KOs) at Madison Square Garden, and do a bit more than he did on July 15 when the two men thrilled the FNF audience and battled to a draw, he will get that much closer to those meatier payouts.

Rodriguez, 31, is a solid boxer-puncher, a versatile pugilist who is comfortable outside or inside. He moves his feet to get angles and moves his head to avoid getting hit. He probably has the skills edge going in to the sequel. "The first fight, I was out of the ring for a year," he said. "It did take me a couple rounds to get into a rhythm. This time there's going to be no four rounds warming up."

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