Im not sure what in the hell style you'd call it, but one of the greatest heavyweight fights for me ever. Foreman vs Lyle.

No attempt at defense. Both guys swinging for the fences. Both guys getting dropped. By round 4 they are just standing there teeing off on each other, as if by silent consent they agreed to take turns and honor the 'you go first, then me' rule.

Again, no clue what to call it but hellacious. Wouldnt have wanted to be either guy that night.

And did you see it end?? Like four or five short nasty ripping uppercuts from Foreman. Lyle just falls face first. Man I love me some vintage Foreman. That one was right up there with his piledriving Ken Norton through the mat with that last left hand.