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Okay, here is my Andrew Golota story, and why I want to see this fight so bad.
I caught this story second hand, but got to see the replays on Sports Center that night, and man, there were a lot of them.
Back when Riddick Bowe was heavyweight champ, Golota was ranked something like 9th, and they decided to give him a title shot. Golota is this gigantic Polish guy, bald, and about 6'7'' BTW. He was pretty much unknown at that point outside of boxing enthusiasts. I don't even think this was pay per view, it was like on USA or something. No, HBO I think.
In any case, so this unknown white boy steps into the ring against the heavyweight champion of the world and the second the bell rings, Golota starts TROUNCING Riddick Bowe. I mean, this guy was making Bowe look like a 7 year old girl. Bowe was giving him incredibly brutal shots to the face, and this guy was just shaking them off like Ali used to do, and then would come back at him with punches of such power that it made your stomach turn to see them land.
In any case, everybody was going nuts. There were a bunch of Polish people in the audience that night, and it looked like this unknown guy was gonna steal the belt from Bowe. I mean, you have to see it. He was just knocking Riddick around the ring like a Raggedy Anne doll. He had knocked him down 2 or 3 times by round 3 while meanwhile the announcers were scrambling to find any info on this mystery man. You could practically see them put their hands over the mics and say to each other "Holy shit, who the fuck IS this guy?"
And Golota continues beating the holy hell out of the champ.
And then, in the middle of round three, for no apparant reason, Golota stepped back, wound up, and punched Bowe right in the nuts.
It was unmistakable. This was not a missed body shot that went a little low. The motherfucker stepped back, took aim, and just nailed him square in the family jewels.
Needless to say Riddick Bowe went down pretty fucking fast. He was curled up in a fetal position on the mat, with an expression that was just priceless, tears streaming out of his welted eyes.
And the Bowe fans in the audience are throwing shit and raising hell.
Okay, so after a short delay while Bowe gathers himself, Golota gets yelled at by the ref and has a point deducted, they go back at it. At this point Bowe is scared shitless. He is getting the taste knocked out of his mouth and may or may not still have the ability to bear children.
All goes well for another round, and then, once again, out of nowhere, right when Golota has Bowe on the ropes, he steps back, takes aim, and nails Bowe squarely in the nuts once more.
Again, angry yells from the crowd, wild cheering from the Pollacks, Bowe writhing in agony, and the ref yelling at this gigantic Polish guy who doesn't speak or understand more than 10 words of English and is looking at the ref with an expression of complete non-understanding. One more time, Golota, and you're fucking disqualified.
Now mind you, absent the ball punches, Golota has been cleaning up this whole time. The fight is unmistakably his. On points, on knock downs, on aggressiveness, on everything, he is obviously just a far superior fighter. He is making Bowe look like a fool and everybody knows it. As long as he doens't punch Bowe in the balls again, he will probably knock him out after another minute, or at least certainly win the decision and the championship title, this unknown whiteboy.
They go at it once more. Now, Bowe knows he is in trouble, both championship wise and testicularly speaking. Everytime Golota gives him a body shot, Bowe falls to the ground, pretending he got hit in the balls. The ref ain't buyin' it. Bowe is trying his hardest to get Golota disqualified without getting his balls really hit. And he is failing. More than that, he is hamburger from all the abuse he is getting. Everytime he stands up, Golota beats the fucking shit out of him. It was fucking great. Bowe was walking around in a daze, and Golota was just POUNDING him, his expression never changing, just a big dumb animal. And Bowe looks like he just went through a bombing in Bierut or something. His eye is shut, his head is bleeding, his knees are buckling, a few teeth are missing, and he is throwing punches like my grandmother at this point.
So Golota is about 5 seconds away from a knockout, Bowe is on the ropes, his knees are buckling, fights about done, Golota the new champ.
And Golota steps back, takes aim, and hits him squarely in the nuts.
Chaos. The Bowe fans start throwing beers and shit into the ring, the referee is screaming like a madman, the bell rings, Golota is disqualified, and he is looking around like "hey guys, what's the problem?"
He gets disqualified and the place goes nuts. The Pollacks clear their seats and start rioting. The Bowe fans follow suit. They start storming the ring, throwing chairs and shit. There are like 75 people in the boxing ring. Somebody hits Golota in the temple with a cell phone.
Then some of them decide to try and storm the announcers table.
Unfortunatly for them, one of the announcers is George Foreman. He tears off his headset and jumps into the fray to protect his fellow announcers, who are hiding under the table.
So here is the scene. In the ring, Pollacks and black guys are fighting, Golata is knocking out anybody who dares approach him, swinging wildly trying to get the black guys off of him, Riddick Bowe is writhing in agony with doctors and technicians trying to see if he is okay while his entorouge fights off the fans, then his manager, some old guy, has a heart attack in the middle of the fucking ring. All this, and off to the side, George Foreman is throwing fans in various directions.
The police arrive but they can't get throw the doors due to the throes of the masses who have baricaded the doors with EACH OTHER. Golota has disappeared and may be in pieces in a dumpster outside by now, or in some Bowe fan's trunk headed for Jersey. Bowe is still blind from pain while is manager may or may not still be alive. There are Poles and black guys throwing chairs at each other. Somebody has knocked out one of Bowes entorouge with the knockout BELL.
Chaos.
It was fucking GREAT.
In any case, Golota's career kinda took a nosedive after that. Nobody wanted to fight him anymore because he was an incredibly strong and adept boxer who would make any opponent look like a fool and then will hit them in the balls.
The last year or so he started on a comeback. But he still hits people in the balls occassionaly, bites them when the ref ain't looking, shit like that. Also, he gets really scared of hitting below the belt, so he is very timid in his body shots, which takes out a lot of his power, so he lost a few bouts to some ranked competitors, and gave very shitty performances, and it looked like he was gonna leave the sport forever.
I saw a fight of his against a boxer named Butterbean. This big fat Tank Abbott looking motherfucker who is REALLY powerful. Golota said that if he lost this fight, he would retire. So he gets in the ring, and Butterbean is being a complete asshole. He is trying to get ranked, and to do so, he needs to win somehow. He decides that what he will do is to try to get Golota really mad so that he will start hitting his balls and get disqualified so Butterbean can get a ranking because no way can he beat Golota on straight boxing. So HE starts hitting GOLOTA in the balls. Golota is taking this like a man, and is not losing his cool at all (he never does, at least in terms of getting frenzied). Butterbean is showing him no respect, headbuts, bites, below the belt punches, all this shit. But Golota just lumbers towards him and fights it straight.
In about the third round, Butterbean steps back, takes aim, and Golota punches him in the kidney with such force that Butterbean (about 315 lbs) goes flying back, and then crumples to the floor unconscious.
You very rarely see knockout punches to the body in boxing.
Golota wins. KO. His comeback has begun.
Tyson versus Golota. That is going to be such a fucking classic fight.
BTW, I am sure the actual boxing details (rankings and such) are off, so don't correct me. It's a damn good story. In fact, don't correct me about any of this. It's one of my favorite stories.
October 20th. Be there or be square.
That is all.
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Fuck all this American Football shite, place your bets here on Tyson vs Golota
10-16-2000 07:01 PM
