Sport: Madman v. Triphammer

The ring canvas was spattered with blood. Reporters at the ringside held up newspapers to shield themselves. The referee had to wipe blood from his hands between rounds. But still the awkward, stooping little fighter advanced, his gloves now at his head for relief from the hammering it was getting, and now in furious, smashing action against the ribs and head of his opponent. The little fighter's flat nose, freshly broken, bubbled redly as he snorted for breath. His head rocked as punch after punch landed on it. But on & on...

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