If you did not take a second look, you would have thought you stepped back in time, a time when a boxing match meant more than just a hefty purse. The marquee outside of the Marigold Gardens Arena read:

It lit up the sidewalk that ran outside of the arena. People lined up outside, slowly making their way inside. It was an unusually warm day in the Windy City, a good night for a fight.

Billy Junior sat on a table as his trainer taped his hands. He paid little attention to the work at hand and only thought of his plan of attack against Pierce. Billy Junior was only nineteen years old, but he had the look of a man that was in the ring...

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