By: Michael Demmie
www.boxingrealm.com

It was March 4th, 2006 at the M.E.N. Arena in Manchester, England. Undefeated IBF/IBO Champ, Jeff Lacy, began to make his way down to the ring. Lacy was a dominating, concussive puncher comparable to a young Mike Tyson. He was the favorite in the bout that was supposed to be his coming out party. This was to be a mere formality to confirm to the world that the true king of the Super-Middleweight division was indeed the St. Petersburg-born, red-blooded American Lacy.

It was a classic scenario of young lion killing old lion to take over as the head of the pride. It was nothing personal, just business, or law of nature, if you will. The packed arena looked dark and gloomy as he continued his march to the ring apron. Even amongst the jeering and boos, the walk was nothing new to Lacy. He was born for this. It was his time. But, as the camera zoomed in on Lacy