Round 8, in the middle of the ring. Two men standing toe to toe. It's do or die. Blood flowing, tears shedding. Tommy's manager is screaming at the top of his lungs. "Hit him in the ribs, the ribs!"

Tommy does what he is told, but Jesse surprises him with a left hook. Tommy's down, and he ain't getting up. 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9, 10. Stick a fork in him, it's over.