The mob is a sort of bear; while your ring is through its nose, it will even dance under your cudgel; but should the ring slip, and you lose your hold, the brute will turn and rend you.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Every time I stepped into the ring, somebody wanted to kill me.
It was a natural process, because when we go to the ring we are human beings, but once you feel the punches and the competition that's when the beast comes out and takes hold of us.
It was all about the ring. That's where you got your brains shook and the money took.
You do your best with the realization that nothing gets you in ring-shape better than being in the ring.
A ring is a halo on your finger.
But when you actually go in the ring, it's a very lonely and scary place. It's just you and the other guy.
You know, I'm trying to chase rings, and that's all I'm about. So that's where the conversation stops for me.
To me, nothing is more fun than being in that ring. That ring is just my heart; it's my passion.
The key is to be a personality outside of the ring and then bring that personality with you inside the ring.
One of the chief characteristics of a mob is its quickness. It is sudden. It pounces.