He glared at his opponent from across the ring. The legendary boxer was exactly as advertised – quick, agile and unbelievably cocky. He had never fought anyone like him.
But he held his own against the Greatest. Bloodied and bruised, he went 15 rounds and made believers of everyone in the joint.
The bell clangs. He slowly gets to his feet and spits blood into the metal pail. He clenches his fists and lumbers back towards the center of the ring.
A chance of a lifetime. And he made the most of it.
His only disappointment, the story would die tonight.
The Weekday One Hundred 