"Keep his ass off the ropes. He's leaning on the ropes."
Golota fired combinations into Bowe's belly. Bowe's body slumped, twisted.
"This guy's ready to go down. All you've gotta do is snap your jab."
Golota rocked Bowe with jabs. Bowe's back arched, his knees buckled. Yet he would not go down.
"Bowe just flat-out refused to fall," said Duva. "He took punches, he took punches, he took punches."
In their first fight Golota landed 100 more punches than Bowe; in the rematch, 192 more. "Bowe got hit with everything in the book," Duva said. "He had every reason to go down, but he didn't."
Before the eighth, Bowe cornerman Thel Torrence threatened to throw in the towel. "Riddick!" he said. "If you don't start moving and get your hands up, I'm stopping the fight."
"Thel, I love you," said Bowe, "but if you' stop this fight, I'm going to kick your ass."
Dazed and woozy, Bowe raised his hands and his game. He clung to Golota for dear life. He hung on until Golota had belted him below the belt for the clincher.
Unlike the aftermath of the first bout, no one stormed the ring on Saturday. In July, at Madison Square Garden, Bowe's entourage had incited a riot that lasted half an hour and injured 22 people, including Golota, who required 13 stitches after being brained with a walkie-talkie. Even Bowe seemed wiser after that episode.