I used to cover the Fight Night amateur contest back in college. (SFASU) One year, I was sitting at the edge of the ring taking notes while they announced the next match.
"In the blue corner, weighing 250, Gary Bass. And in the red blah, blah, blah."
"Hey, we have a reporter named Gary Bass (I looked up.) Uh oh."
Gary was a freshman reporter who was a big goofy fellow who had the build for a watching boxing, not actaully doing it. Great guy, good writer, funny, but not a pugilist. His opponent looked like the Russian from Rocky 5. Right before the bell rang, you could tell that Gary might have been having second thoughts.
*ding*
Surprisingly, it wasn't a complete slaughter. It sounded like someone beating a side of beef with a 2x4. Gary got in a shot or two before the other guy hit him with one of those uppercuts that started in the next county. Gary was out. He got back up before the end of the count, but you could tell that nobody was home. The ref called it for his opponent and that was the end of his boxing career. I saw him a few days later and he was still moving pretty slow.