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Theres a great deal of silly comparisons made here by youthfull member.
If anyone here thinks that Floyd Mayweather has a better chin than Sugar Ray they are delusional!
If you can imagine lil' Floyd in with the people that Robinson fought you'd clearly have a different opinion. Let lil Floyd fight Jake 5 TIMES.
Put the lil guy in with middleweights for 10+ years!
Theres nothing Mayweather does better than Robinson, he is NOT better at defense. His entire fight plan is predicated on defense so when 70% of your plan consists of counter moves/counter punch it appears that your superior to others.
View Sugar when he was on the move and boxing laterially and compare Mayweathers counters to that and theres not much to compare! When Sugar had an opponent he felt he could dominate and tko he went after the KO, you will get hit on the attack when your in with quality like Gavilin and Basillo but thats what "real fighters" do!
The Methods and Techniques employed by Mayweather work well against nimble minded fighters as we've seen for years now. If Oscar could have finished strong he beats Floyd and Oscar is no Robinson. Mosley at his prime beats Mayweather in my book because of his two handed attack with speed and enough power and Shane Sugar has nothing compared to the Sugarmans Sugar!
lil Floyd at 5'7" 147
Sugar Ray 5' 11" 147....he towers over lil floyd and has reach and is faster, stronger, more experienced with ring generalship and stamina that would allow him to stop lil Floyd inside 8 if he pressed him. Imagine lil Floyd trying to get to the 15th round against the best fighter ever? Come on now! RayComment
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Along similar lines, but this time by 'Boxing News Magazine' :
Tyson Vs ...
vs. JACK DEMPSEY (1919)
JACK DEMPSEY’S slaying of Jess Willard was perhaps the most violent coronation in heavyweight history and, when focused and in the mood, Dempsey was every bit as spiteful as Tyson at his peak.
Tyson is respectful of Dempsey, one of his idols, during the build up. Dempsey, cool and confident, appears less concerned about his opponent. But come fight night the air in New York swirls with excitement as the two gladiators go nose-to-nose in Madison Square Garden.
Neither man pays attention to referee’s pre-fight instructions; they are engrossed in the glare of their opponent, searching for a sign of fear. Tyson slowly walks backwards to his corner, his eyes glued to his rival. His muscles vibrate as he slams his gloves together and rolls his head from side-to-side. Tyson is in seek-and-destroy mode. The respect has gone.
“For those that need the identification,” says commentator Jim Lampley, “Tyson is in the black trunks and Dempsey is in the white. And we could all be in for a treat.”
The opening bell sounds like a starter pistol and Tyson swarms all over his taller, but skinnier rival. Dempsey quickly repositions his dangling left and ties him up. As Tyson breaks free, Dempsey unleashes a jolting left hook. The crowd, already drunk on anticipation, go ballistic as it lands on Tyson’s face.
But by the second round, Tyson – his jaw sturdy under steady fire – starts to take control. His swirling, but calculated, movements lead the way for rapid combinations that rock and threaten to break the smaller man. As the session closes, both rub their own faces and check their gloves for signs of damage.
It’s all over in the next. Tyson’s advantages in strength, and his ability to match Dempsey for speed, take their toll. Tyson pings two quick lefts off Dempsey’s ribs and as the 24-year-old sags, Tyson fires an uppercut designed to crush his opponent’s jaw. Dempsey instinctively fires back but a left-right hook combination land with a crash. The older man valiantly beats the count after falling hard, but he’s in no position to continue.
vs. JOE LOUIS (1938)
“I will not lose to anyone,” Tyson rasps at the final press conference. “I will take pleasure in bringing down the Brown Bomber.”
Tyson seems agitated by the hero worship afforded to this 1938 version of Joe Louis. In contrast, Louis is focused as he enters the Yankee Stadium in an immaculate brown suit, white bowler hat with matching shoes, and small round sunglasses.
Two hours later, Tyson growls at the crowd’s boos as he walks to the ring and spreads his arms in mock appreciation after clambering through the ropes. The 22-year-old has never felt an atmosphere so hostile.
“Here he comes,” jokes Larry Merchant as Louis makes his way to the battlefield, “the hero of the piece. But don’t bank on a happy ending, folks.”
It’s certainly not a happy start for the crowd favourite as he walks into a booming overhand right and hits the canvas with just 90 seconds gone. Tyson sneers and walks to a neutral corner. But Louis – a notorious slow starter – clears his head quickly and ties up his over-eager rival to survive the round.
Tyson is lost in his own anger for the next few rounds, and ignores the numbered instructions that Kevin Rooney screams at him. He loses his footing while attempting the most audacious of punches. Louis, meanwhile, is calm and barely wastes a shot. His jab fires like an arrow, and his sweet right hand starts to land regularly.
By round six, Tyson’s left eye looks like it’s been ravaged by mosquitoes. Louis takes aim at the injury again. Tyson’s squat frame teeters backwards. Five more blasts hack at his senses.
“Mike Tyson is down!” Lampley barks as the villain lands in a heap. The referee counts to 10 as Tyson desperately tries to climb up the ropes.
vs. ROCKY MARCIANO (1953)
FRESH off two knockouts of Jersey Joe Walcott and a brutal beatdown of Roland LaStarza, Rocky Marciano is at his peak. The fight is set for the MGM Grand in Las Vegas and the soberly dressed “Brockton Blockbuster” looks out of place among the garish razzmatazz. He is almost embarrassed as Michael Buffer screams his name while he mounts the scales in front of thousands of fans. At 218lbs, Tyson outweighs his opponent by 30lbs.
The huge screens that dangle above the ring show images of Tyson blasting out Michael Spinks and Walcott being pole-axed by Marciano. Surrounding the screens is the fight’s tagline, “UNBEATABLE”. Sin City is suffering from fight fever and spews gamblers placing cash on who will lose their ‘0’. Tyson enters as a narrow 6-4 favourite.
Tyson lives up to his billing when the fight begins. His fluid movement is like nothing Marciano has seen before and, in round three, he’s floored under a violent barrage. But the robust warhorse doesn’t know any other way to fight and keeps chugging forward. Tyson regularly bursts from one side to the next, planting hooks and uppercuts that snap Marciano’s skin. The blood pours from
Rocky’s eyes, and his nose edges closer to his mouth.
Marciano refuses to wilt and bullies Tyson to the ropes in round nine and hammers his body with wild hooks. His elbow joins the assault and suddenly “Iron” Mike looks vulnerable as he complains to the referee. The Marciano revival continues through rounds 10 and 11, and in the last, a crude but effective onslaught persuades his rival to touch down. Tyson survives to hear two judges score him a deserving 115-111 winner, although there’s some confusion when CJ Ross sides with Rocky, 116-112.
vs. RIDDICK BOWE (1992)
ALTHOUGH Bowe’s accomplishments do not compare to the other names on these pages, he looked like a sure fire great when he beat Evander Holyfield in 1992. On that night, he would have been a tough rival for any heavyweight in history.
With both born in Brooklyn, staging this bout at the Barclays Center is a natural. Images of Bowe and Tyson invade New York. It seems like every cab, building, and train is promoting the ‘Battle of Brooklyn.’
“We ain’t friends no more,” Bowe declares about his old buddy. “He’s going to see a side to me he’ll wish never existed.”
On the night of the showdown there are queues that stretch all the way round the arena. The nearby subway is swamped by fight fans hoping to get a glimpse of the action on the big screens that stand outside.
The violence everyone craves comes quickly. Tyson delves beneath Bowe’s long lead in the first round and buries a series of hooks into his ribs. He scampers to his right and tries to fire as the much taller Bowe instinctively clings on. Tyson can sense an early finish. He tosses a right through Bowe’s guard but it doesn’t connect. The follow up left hook does, Bowe goes down, and Tyson slams in another shot that connects while his rival is on one knee.
The pace starts to slow in the second and third rounds as the action becomes bad tempered but clumsy. Bowe lands a terrific uppercut in the fourth, and by the sixth his jab is starting to rock Tyson off balance. Tyson retains his focus, out-landing Bowe for the majority of the eighth through 10th sessions. The fight again catches fire for the final six minutes. Bowe seems energised and catches his careless – and tiring – rival lunging in. It’s a cuffing blow but it’s enough to send Tyson down. At the end of 12, though, Tyson seems to have done enough. Punch stats confirm he has landed 53 more punches that his rival. But all three officials disagree, notching curiously identical 114-113 scores for Bowe, the new king of Brooklyn.
vs. MUHAMMAD ALI (1966)
“He may hit like a mule but I’ll make him look like a fool,” a near-hysterical Ali roars in Times Square, New York on the multi-stop promotional tour. “He’ll feel he’s in heaven when I end his sufferin’ in seven.”
Tyson is happy to let his opponent thrive in the limelight.
“Just let me fight. Let him talk. That’s what he does. The more he talks the more money we make,”
Tyson explains with a smile.
With boxing debuting at the 90,000 capacity Rose Bowl Stadium in Pasadena, California, everyone is set to make lots and lots of money. The tickets sell out in minutes. It’s set to be the biggest sporting event of all time. By the time of the opening bell, the atmosphere is incredible.
After almost two minutes of gesturing and dancing, Ali plants his feet and hurls out three punches, but the shorter man dips and sways, leaving the favourite swiping at thin air. Tyson bulls forward and forces his enemy to the ropes. Ali pushes Tyson towards the floor, spreads his lips wide and pokes out his tongue. But Tyson throws his tormentor off, fires to his body, and lands a grazing hook.
As the fight progresses, Ali starts to time Tyson’s advances. Sometimes he’ll spear from distance, at other times he’ll land bunches in close.
“Tyson has not been hurt physically but you sense he is hurting mentally,” Lampley roars as Ali carefully unloads again. “Tyson has to get inside. He’s got to slow him down.”
Tyson starts to breakthrough. Ali bends briefly from a body shot in the seventh and at the end of the 10th another attack gets through. Tyson locks a suddenly lethargic Ali in a corner, and at the bell, Ali is in trouble.
“That little son of a b**** is beating you up!” Angelo Dundee bellows between rounds. “Now get on your f****** toes or you’re going to lose this damn fight.”
Ali almost immediately regains control. At times, he’s majestic. Tyson is exhausted.
Two scores of 118-110, and one of 116-112, hand Ali a unanimous victory.
“That mule can sure kick,” the victor reports afterwards.Comment
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Mike Tyson Vs 2013
vs. WLADIMIR KLITSCHKO
“TYSON gets through with a left and a right. Klitschko’s in trouble!” Jim Lampley roars in round four. Six more punches land before Lampley speaks again. “Klitschko crashes out of the ring above us! I think you can say this one is over!”
vs. DAVID HAYE
AFTER surviving a hellish opening round, Haye starts to come on strong in the second. For a short time it’s glorious action. But it’s Tyson who finishes it with a hellacious right hook that lands just above Haye’s ear and sends him down for the count in round three.
vs. VITALI KLITSCHKO
ONE could make a case for the Vitali of a few years ago beating Tyson. But the 2013 version is just too old and cumbersome to cope with a peak Mike Tyson. The Ukrainian puts in a gutsy effort, but is hauled out of action, broken and bloodied, in the eighth round.
vs. TYSON FURY
FURY samples a mouthful of Tyson’s best work in the opening round and is decked twice. He opts to hold on for dear life for the next two rounds before trying his luck in the fourth. As he attempts to fire his left, Mike bursts in with a counter and Fury goes down. He rises but his eyes are glazed and the referee wisely curtails the mismatch.
vs. DEONTAY WILDER
THE American prospect tries to box smartly to set up an opening for his bombastic right hand. But Tyson is all over him, side to side, up and down. The referee reaches 10 over Wilder’s drunken body at the 99-second mark.Comment
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