It's been more than two years since we first got to know prizefighting "food" animals. It's nice to see that their delusional compulsions burn as brightly as ever. They still pump iron and primp in front of full-length mirrors so they can face death like the warriors of old. Of course, this one smiles a little more than the Spartans probably did. Then again, he's got more to be thankful for. Remember, the only way he loses is if he avoids ending up roasting in some oven somewhere. So the pressure's really off.
Which is how he can afford to step lightly down his lightning bolt staircase (?) right into the ring, where he'll take a dive midway through the first round.
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