The ancient craft of boxing has existed through the ages as a marginally less lethal way of proving one's manhood than war.
Picture the image, two Herculean* figures pounding each others brain into oblivion to the zombified cheers of the crowd.
Beautiful isn't it?... What? It isn't? Oh.
In any case it's now redundant since Total Wipeout has replaced it.
It still has its proponents though, among them this fine specimen of a frog. When not on the field or poking around in old people's attics, Paulo Haye spends his time between the ropes - honing his left jab. His footwork is immaculate and his technique ineffable, but what makes Paulo special is his trademark move, the 'Haye-maker'.


*the Greek, not the tubby Frenchman