They pull up to an old abandoned factory in a desolate section just outside of Las Vegas.
Four vehicles, with desert sand swirling in the Nevada wind, come to a halt as roughly eight figures emerge clad in suits and top hats. Saul Canelo Alvarez, the 23-year-old WBC/WBA super welterweight champion, removes his jacket and loosens his tie, as he approaches the stocky frame of the reincarnated 1947 version of ring great Jake Lamotta.
"Look at this kid, can you believe this f*%4 kid?" Lamotta drops, grinning, in a thick Italian accent dripping with the Bronx. They shake hands, as men remove their hats. Canelo unveils a wide smile of respect, surrounded by his people and an interpreter.
"Alright kid listen we're gonna move on this thing," Lamotta said, turning serious. "This animal your fighting, this Ayala, he's a lot like me- but I aint nothin like him. Now here's how he's gonna come at cha (Lamotta starts simulating the style of the notorious badass, Tony Ayala Jr.). You gotta come straight at this guy and feed em rare beef, capece?"
The other six men form a perimeter, as Alvarez and Lamotta play out a match between the young Mexican superstar and the villainous Ayala. Satisfied they've done what they wanted, the men head back to their vehicles to leave.
"You know they're watching from the roof on that building behind us right?" Canelo asks the legendary fighter.
"I can see a knat peeing on a piece of cotton from 100 yards away my friend. They're done- both of em," sneers Lamotta, as both men turn to look at that roof. "Floyd Mayweather thinks he's God, but he doesn't know he's about to get a whole lot closer to him."
Putting down his binoculars, a hysterical Floyd Mayweather rises and dusts himself off, aware that they've been tipped off about their presence. He then faces the menacing Ayala, and hurls a few tense words at the fully restored 1981 product.
"Guess what? If you did what they said you did to that girl- you going straight to hell. They say it was a relative of his. But, at least you'll have some money to spend down there. I need you to whup "Dennis- The Menace" ass.
"I will, then I'm gonna rob him." Ayala growled.
Canelo vs Ayala Jr.
Its never wise to bark up the wrong tree. But that pales in comparison to burglarizing the wrong house, or brutally assaulting a woman sexually. Try going to a drive-in theatre as a young teenage girl, going to the bathroom, and then encountering a pyschopathic and perverted Tony Ayala Jr. who has nothing but hate in his eyes.
Of course, I have not an iota of intent to trivialize the heinous nature of Ayala, or his considerable misdeeds, which included breaking the back of said victim. Alvarez also comes from a background of the streets, and was at times violent outside of the ring, until boxing provided him with a forum to channel his aggression and special ability in the ring. The stylistic similarities between these two are actually very close.
On September 16th, 1981, Ayala Jr. actually fought on the undercard of Sugar Ray Leonard vs. Thomas Hearns, and was very much a featured attraction the same way say Lucas Matthysse is now (no disrespect to Danny Garcia). To say he was a rare talent- is a profound understatement.
Tony Ayala Jr. may have been the best fight prodigy of all-time. He seemed an icy blend of Roberto Duran and Antonio Margarito, who showed remarkable poise, skills, and uncommon ferocity. He was a deadly accurate puncher of variety and intelligence that belied his 19 years (I'm putting him in there with the version who tore into Robbie Epps). He once spit on an opponent when he was down, and showed no regard for anyone he faced. He would attack as if a bear from the wild.
I believe Alvarez would have meet him with the same intensity, but from a counter-punchers' standpoint. This is the closest thing anyone would ever see to maybe Duran vs. Marquez, and they would literally beat each other up in a beautifully violent tactical affair.
It would also be a dirty foul-fest; featuring low blows, elbows, plenty of profanity, hitting on the break and after the bell. During such time after the 7th round, an angry Alvarez is tasting the deep red blood oozing from his broken jaw and goes for broke in the 8th.
Midway through, he explodes a left hook off the jaw of Ayala he's been looking for, and with the killer instinct of Robert De niro's "Neil" from the classic movie "Heat", he guns down his vile foe, for a gritty and gut-wrenching 8th round KO in an instant classic.
Mayweather vs. Lamotta
Fresh off of his blatant, fixed 1947 farce with Billy Fox as a part of his deal with the Mafia, 25-year-old and Bronx born Jake Lamotta licks his chops at the opportunity to put his hands on Mayweather. He's been in present day 2013 for a week, and wants a bucket next to him at all times.
"How does anyone stomach this guy?" Lamotta wonders.
Brash, and almost impossibly filled with belief in himself outwardly, Mayweather has labeled all-time great Jake a B- fighter, and vows to give him a monumental ass beating. Not to be outdone, Lamotta tells this "eggplant" from the circus he's going to clown him. The shouting matches between these two are very real, intense, and funny as hell. They would make Broner and Malignaggi seem like two kids at Sunday school.
Lamotta was indeed a "Raging Bull".
Floyd Mayweather doesn't seem to care that he's geting in the ring with a Lamotta who's faced a 40's version of Sugar Ray Robinson 5 times. Not only that, but he's dropped the best version of Ray that we know of several times, beaten him once, and was in all the others he lost via decision. He had one of the greatest chins of all-time, was a relentless stalker and a grinder, and just bullied is opposition. He was a masterful infighter, and always got inside on guys. Plus this thing is going 15 rounds.
Mayweather would not hurt Lamotta, but Lamotta wouldn't hit him nearly as many times as he hit Robinson. Floyd would never take as many chances as Robinson did, and try to avoid Jake's charges. He would matador him for the most part and chip him up constantly. Basically Floyd would be beating him up a lot, but on the receiving end far more than he's accustomed. This is very much a style fight, and it would closely resemble say, Ray "Boom Boom" Mancini vs. Livingston Bramble I.
But Floyd couldn't break Lamotta the way Bramble did Mancini, and would start getting served and volleyed like vintage Pete Sampras. Floyd is way ahead in points past 12, but starts wilting in the real championship rounds of 13 and 14, getting badly hurt for 10-8 rounds in both. He hangs on in the 15th to probably steal the round- until he's dropped by a clubbing right hand with :18 seconds to go.
Floyd beats the count, but loses a razor thin 15 round Split Decision.
Of course he yells, "You didn't beat me! You didn't beat me! We doing this again!". To which a thoroughly busted up Jake replies, "No we're not. I'm taking my ass back to 1947. Good luck with Canelo."