Moments later, Davis, poking at a bruise under his right eye with ice wrapped in a washcloth, assessed the man who had assaulted him so primitively.
"He thumbed me five or six times," Davis said without malice. "He held a lot, and butted a lot. It's just a habit. I've seen him do the same thing every fight. He's aggressive, a world-class fighter. He was my toughest fight."
Then Davis smiled. It was the smile of a man who had just made nearly a quarter of a million dollars and whose next fight would be for the lightweight championship of the world. The vegetarian was serene. His time against one of the great big dragons is coming.