Mickey, you're an actor. You've spent decades making movies. Either you're totally punch-drunk and clueless, or so egocentric you figured you didn't need a director!
When I saw the fight, which was bootlegged off a Russian broadcast (no normal sports channel bothered with it), I saw a guy in good shape, who could've probably gone four rounds (the minimum pro fight distance) without collapsing.
But he was opposite a black pygmy who was at a severe height and reach disadvantage, who barely sparred or pawed at Mickey in the first round, and then fell to the canvas after a minor smack to his side. He got up, hardly looked wobbly or damaged, but sank down after an even weaker glancing blow.
This was no "Rocky"-type fight, with good choreography. The pygmy didn't even wait to get hit with any kind of punch to the jaw or head, or a legit body shot.
Now it turns out that the fighter was some half-homeless gym rat, and his pals outed him for being pathetic and in need of money. How embarrassing for Mickey Rourke. He's going to claim he didn't know? He looked pretty grim when he congratulated the pygmy after the bout. To me, it suggested either, "We got this over with," or "You went down too easy."
Mickey should've hired someone his own general size and maybe 42 (not 29). The two could've sparred for a few rounds, and then let the opponent "hit the deck." The man is supposed to be an ACTOR! He's made boxing movies, hasn't he?
I guess the main thing is publicity. All most people will remember is "Hey, that ugly actor with the bad plastic surgery was in good shape, and knocked somebody out." They'll Google a photo of him, and not notice the grousing about a fixed fight. Win-Win. And another example of why what passes for amusement these days is disgusting.
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