Boxers - Bad Men And Their Sorrid Stories

How did he fall on him?

 

I've heard of that!

 

Try five.

 

Young Griffo slept with a rent boy and was not prosecuted because the presiding judge deemed that the events were too sordid to describe to the jurors.

 

Stanley Ketchell shot at his manager once for waking him up.

Michael Moorer resisted arrest one time and broke a cop's jaw in the process.

Razor Ruddock apparently had connections with the Jamaican Posse, and threatened a victorious litigant in court with the words: "You may get the money, but you won't get the chance to spend it."

Pierre Fourie, a local light heavyweight who twice fought Bob Foster and Victor Galindez, was a noted street fighter (with over 300 documented street fights) and once headbutted a cop and threw him down a flight of stairs. He was also stabbed six times (Once with a knife, twice with a broken bottle and three times with a screwdriver) and was attacked by an opponent wielding a hammer once.

Gerald McClellan's terrible treatment of dogs is well documented.

...Can't think of any more right now...

 

One more...Ray Mercer tried to bribe Jesse Ferguson during their fight. He was clearly seen talking to Ferguson the whole time. It was reported later that he was saying things like: "I swear to God Jesse, you'll get the money."
It caused quite a stink at the time.

Okay, not the worst thing in the world, but still.

 

Well, these days he's really dead.

Fourie was a very complex man. Very private, let only a chosen few know him. One day, when I have time, I will post an article on him that I have at home.
But you're right - he was no street thug, just a wild kid really. One of the times he was stabbed was sometime after his retirement when he risked his life fending off muggers who attacked an old man.

The Moorer incident happened probably around '92 - '95, somewhere there. He was already a heavyweight by then.

 

http://www.detnews.com/specialreports/2001/kronk/sunlead3/sunlead3.htm

The camaraderie lasted until Rickey Womack, a neighborhood kid who started boxing at Kronk in 1974 as a 13-year-old, became the team’s first member to turn to crime.

Womack went to prison at age 17, sentenced to two to 15 years for armed robbery. He got out in 1981 and was treated like a son by Steward and his wife, living with them as he trained at Kronk.

Suddenly, teammates’ possessions began disappearing. On a trip to Tokyo shortly after his release from prison, Womack picked up a watch and walked out of the store in full view of the manager. Boxers Mark Breland and Stevie McCrory, who were with him, were detained by police until Steward got them out.

Womack turned pro in 1984, signing a contract with Steward and ESPN guaranteeing him $150,000 over two years. He lived rent-free in one of Steward’s Detroit properties, equipped with a 26-inch color television, VCR, microwave oven, dishwasher and washer-dryer.

Womack was 9-0 as a professional at Christmastime 1985 when he walked into a Redford Township video store, pistol-whipped the female clerk with his 9mm handgun, and walked out with a few hundred dollars and a handful of tapes. Two weeks later he tried to rob another video store in the same suburb, but panicked when a customer walked in. Womack shot him and ran. Police found Womack’s car keys on the counter and his wallet on the front seat of a beige Volvo — a car Steward had given him — parked outside.

The customer lived, so Womack was sentenced only to one count of assault to murder and two of armed robbery, receiving three 12-to-25-year sentences plus two years for using a gun in a felony.

Now 39, Womack was released from prison last fall. He is training to fight again — but not at Kronk.

He freely admits being Kronk’s first bad seed. “I sowed that, and I reaped incarceration,” he said. “I can’t blame anything on my environment, on Detroit; and I certainly can’t say anything bad about Emanuel Steward — he’s a wonderful man. I was a foolish, ignorant, impulsive young man.”
After Womack, the Kronk team was never the same. The world was changing outside the gym as well, as the crack cocaine scourge became an epidemic in Detroit

 

Henry Flakes was a ranked contender of the 1940s, considered to be one of the hottest prospects, and a possible heir to Joe Louis's throne.

He shot a shop assistant dead in an armed robbery and received the death sentence. He went to the electric chair in his boxing robe.

 

I hope he wore a protective cup.

 

Bummy Davis has a few good gym stories on Emile Griffith and others.

 

i know a lot of people who would say that mclellan deserved his injuries for his treatment of mans best freind. his family dont deserve the burden that he is