Renaldo Snipes vs Young Mike Tyson

Bowe scoffs when he gets the phone call from Futch about who his next opponent is. Normally he is supposed to be getting up for road work, but instead he works up an appetite watching a Rachel Ray episode about chicken thigh pie. He sends for his personal chef to prepare the meal, which starts an addiction for the scrumptious protein filled dinner.

Meanwhile, London is training like a mad man. Knowing he lacks both power and chin against a man who is one of the best in both categories, he and his team decide to work on stamina and work rate. London is jogging 7 miles a day, then increases it to 8, and eventually 10 in the last 2 weeks before the fight. He is throwing 10 punch combinations and has destroyed 2 sets if everlast hitting mitts. The trainers have never seen this side of him. He also hires heavy hitters like Ron Lyle, David Tua, and Jarrel Miller, all big tough guys who like to rough people up on the inside like Bowe. He also hires Wladmir Klitschko to practice dodging Bowe's thunderous jab and slipping under to counter it while practicing tricky footwork.

1 week left, and an enraged Eddie Futch finally drags Bowe off his couch to come to the gym. Bowe has hit the heavybag for 2 rounds and is pouring sweat. In sparring he is getting nailed by journeyman with 20 losses on their record. It is not looking good, but the brash and confident Bowe is unfazed and says "no big deal papa Smurf, I'd be shocked if this went past 2 rounds anyway!". He suddenly explodes on an overconfident sparring partner with a mean right hook, dropping him.

At the weigh in the press roast and heckle Bowe who is at a whopping 340 lbs. Even Jarrel Miller, who came to support his stable mate Brian London, can't help but laugh and shouts "Bowe let himself go". London smirks, but only when Bowe isn't looking.

Round 1 and Bowe slowly comes out the corner but is greeted by a barrage of punches. Bowe throws a wild hook but London ducks under it and resumes his attack. There is a left hook to the body, a double jab, and a sizzling right hand that all land flush. The only problem is they aren't doing any damage. Bowe ties London up and forces his way out the corner, embarrassed that a guy so much smaller trapped him there. After a few pawing jabs and a wild hayemaker that completely misses, Bowe returns to his corner losing the round 9-10.

Futch doesn't even give Bowe water and just stares at him as if to say "I told you so". An angry Bowe glares at a chuckling judge writing on his score card. Round 2 and this time London makes Bowe come to him. The lumbering slugger just cant seem to cut off the ring, and his stamina is getting worse and worse the more he moves and misses. London ends the round with a perfect pull counter right cross.

Round 3 and it's do or die. Bowe bum rushes London and bear hugs him, driving him into the ropes. Now He is at least able to land some good body shots to slow down the slippery Brit. However, London's coach isn't worried as he had his boxer do 1000 sit ups a day and is able to absorb the punishment. London uses some fancy footwork to get off the ropes with a check hook, then spends the next 2 rounds pot shotting and using hit and run tactics.

At this point Bowe has barely won a single round heading into round 6. What's worse is he is profusely sweating chicken grease and his lips are cracked from all the salt and pepper he devoured. Desperate, he uses his reach to bully and keep London at arms length with the jab. The commentators acknowledge that its the smart thing to do but can't help but laugh at his desperation in resorting to outboxing a guy he should have knocked out at least 10 minutes ago. The heavy jab has caused some swelling around London's eyes and he has a hard time getting inside.

Round 7, and London remembers his training with Wladmir. He is getting the timing of Bowe's jabs now and begins countering them with overhand rights. They aren't doing much damage but theyre scoring and making Bowe hesitate to throw the jab. Before the start of round 8, Futch instructs Bowe to make things ugly and go on the inside again but Bowe says he has a plan. He throws some jabs as bait, and sure enough, London goes for an overhand. Bowe takes a step to the side and counters with a devastating uppercut. London sinks to the canvas. Bowe raises his arms and goes to a neutral corner, winking at the ringside writers and reporters who made fun of uis weight.

Unfortunately, a determined and bruised up London somehow makes it to his feet. Despite being on unsteady legs, he uses uncanny defense to cover up and roll with shots. Round 9 and Bowe throws everything but the kitchen sink but by now London has recovered and is boxing circles around the slow plodding Bowe who looks like a semi truck with a flat tire. He has ZERO energy left but is too tough to get hurt by London's punches. A true stand off. Bowe lands one big body shot in the 10th and now both men are spent and simply lean on each other, occasionally throwing sloppy arm punches. Pride is the only thing keeping Bowe up.

Bowe gets by with a gift majority draw. The crowd boos but applauds London as he leaves the ring. Bowe burns up every single Rachel Ray book in his house and goes on a twitter rant about how nasty her recipes are.