i could give a rat's ass about spit-weight,, straw weight, etc. i hate watching little pip-squeaks hopping around like fucking mexican jumping beans (no pun intended) and seeing a ref intervene who looks like King Kong or Godzilla walking through Tokyo in those movies, and knowing that the punches are landing like raindrops in a driving windstorm, and even if a guy lands 40 power punches in a rund, the other guy keeps hopping up and down like nothing happened, and most of all i hate knowing its gonna be a 12 round fight of this same hopping and jumping and throwing these gnat-punches, or maybe mosquito-punches.
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