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Thanks for the report Janitor, but it seems a bit off and hard to understand. The first match did not go well for Fitzsimmons. I have a decent report on the action from the news paper club who was at the fight. [FONT="] CONEY ISLAND SPORTING CLUB (N.Y.), June 9 -- (Exclusive Dispatch) Big Jim Jeffries of Los Angeles is the champion pugilist of the world. At the Coney Island Athletic Club tonight he defeated Robert Fitzsimmons in a fast and vicious contest that went eleven rounds. He fought with the coolness and precision of a veteran, and at no time was he in danger of meeting with defeat. It was a fair and square contest, marked by a brilliant display of science on both sides, and was fairly and squarely won. The young Californian showed himself a master at every point in the game, and won as he pleased after he had taken the measure of his opponent. To those who had seen him before he offered the greatest surprise. He was no longer a clumsy, awkward boxer, hesitating to lead or to follow an advantage, but a finished fighter, keen and alert for an opening, and swift to take and follow an advantage when it came to him. He came to the ring in superb condition, and the first round that he fought had no apparent effect upon him. As he stood over the prostrate form of his bleeding and unconscious opponent he looked fit to go on for another hour. He was punished throughout the fight, for no man who never before met reverse, without being hit hard and often; but he stood up to it with a lion-like courage, and never faltered. He showed an entirely different method of boxing. He crouched very low, with his left arm extended, and Fitzsimmons seemed lost as to the best method of finding him. His defense was nearly perfect. He also showed wonderful improvement in footwork and hitting power. He was as lively as a lightweight on his feet, and repeatedly ducked the undercutting swings of his opponent. He has stopped cuffing and chopping. He punches and hooks and swings with the precison of a finished boxer. It was a great battle, and the young victor will probably remain the champion for years to come. He has size, weight and speed, and the comparative ease with which he defeated Fitz, whom they all feared, will give him wonderful confidence. Jeffries won a fortune by his wonderful victory, and furnished one of the greatest upsets in the history of pugilistic betting. Hundreds of thousands of dollars were placed on him at the ruling odds of 2 to 1. Fitz was regarded as a sure winner, and was liberally backed. It was admitted that he was at a disadvantage, as far as youth, weight and reach were concerned, but his backers relied upon his dly. Fitzsimmons tried all his tricks and devices, but was either blocked or countered harder than he led. After the seventh round the young Californian had things all his own way. The eighth round was all his. He sent the Australian staggering against the ropes with a left-hander and again landed his left. Fitz went to his corner dazed. Fitz came back fairly strong in the ninth round, only to be beaten back. It was all Jeffries' way, and there was consternation in the Fitzsimmons corner. The crowd saw the inevitable result, and there were hoarse yells for the Californian to go in. In the tenth round Fitz was beaten to a standstill, and it was only the call of time that saved him. He was down twice, and was done for when he staggered to his corner. The end came after a minute and a half of fighting in the eleventh round. It was left and right from Jeffries, and the Australian, who had always never known defeat, dropped down unconscious. His seconds frantically called to him, but their words fell upon deaf ears. Referee Siler and the timers called off the ominous count of ten, and there was a roar of applause that shook the building up. A new champion was heralded. Jeffries' seconds swarmed around and embraced him, and in an instant hundreds of spectators broke for the ring. The police stopped the advance, and while Jeffries slipped through the ropes and ran for his dressing-room, Fitzsimmons, still limp and unconscious, was carried to his corner. He was some time in reviving, and then did not know he was beaten or that he had been in a fight. [/FONT]