Watching Julio Cesar Chavez fight was like watching a construction worker. The thing is, you'd have to imagine that you're also a construction worker, and you can’t believe what you see. While everyone else was on break- he’s still got the jack-hammer grinding. After break, before it and during work, you might've peered over at him on occasion, mesmerized by his ability to throw bricks and cement around in torrid conditions. His work ethic seems supernatural, and even his hard hat seems different.
You've seen this before- but a little different.
There was a guy not long before him, a guy named Aaron Pryor, who worked just as hard. He was faster and tireless. A tough, nasty bastard, with so much energy you wondered if he drank from a bottle “mixed” with something- different.
Come to think of it, his hard hat looked different too, and just like other hard workers would stop and stare at him, they now stared at Julio too.
Chavez and Pryor were “pro’s” pros. Unrelenting and unforgiving in attack, there’s was an authentic brand of violence that has been patented for the ages. What kind of cinema would we witness were we to see these two in a ring? They are the best 140lb fighters of all-time, bona-fide all-time greats, and in possession of the type of pride and will to attempt to take both away from the other.
Roll the film.
JULIO CESAR CHAVEZ VS. AARON PRYOR
When it comes to an action fight, it probably doesn’t get any better than this. Pryor would face someone in Chavez who always looked for measured ways to release his punishing assault. No one ever believed in his offensive prowess more than Pryor, and there’s never been a fighter in history who believed he'd break you more than Chavez.
Pryor would win the opening moments by being a little busier and showing a greater willingness to engage in a firefight. He'd nail Chavez with unusual power punches in torrents, while occasionally being struck with massive right hands and lethal left hooks that seemed to come from nowhere.
As the fight progresses that theme would continue, as Pryor’s volume is winning him the fight- but he’s losing the war. It’s also something that’s showing up on his face. Though he’s been heavily outscored, Chavez is scoring more effectively, and starting to issue a systematic dismantling of Pryor in a way that would shock him.
Completely unaccustomed to being backed up in a fight he’s used to winning on his terms, this affair would start to look like Chavez’s masterful annihilation of Puerto Rican great Edwin Rosario.
One bonecrusher hook after another would make its way to Pryor’s torso, as would intermittent chopping right hands. Slowly but surely muting Pryor’s fire and rage, the legendary Mexican would bludgeon a helpless Aaron Pryor to the canvas for a resounding 10th round KO.
And I’d rewind it right after it was over.