Jim Figg has just soundly defeated Big Dan Anger for the heavyweight boxing championship. While celebrating with his manager, Figg is met in his dressing room by Anger, whose face Figg has just beaten to a bloody pulp. Anger tells Figg that he isn't the real champion, but Figg shrugs it off as sour grapes, and says that they'll talk rematch later. Seconds later, Figg's manager Max tells him that Anger was just rushed to the hospital for his injuries from the fight. Figg replies that's impossible as he just spoke to Big Dan not two minutes ago...Read the full recap
Host: Good evening. I might offer this small admonishment if you happen to be a purist in your judgment of art. These are not your ordinary canvases. You don't find Monet in a mausoleum or a van Gogh in a graveyard. This item here, commentative on what A.J. Liebling referred to as "the sweet science," obviously having something to do with the manly art of self-defense: boxing. But if the Marquis of Queensbury mayhem doesn't particularly turn you on, don't turn this off. This painting tells the story infinitely more intriguing than a couple of fast boys mixing it up. It's called The Ring with the Red Velvet Ropes, and it tells you the tale of precisely who is the real heavyweight boxing champion of the world -- and I think you'll be surprised. Surprise happens to be our stock-in-trade, because this is the Night Gallery.
Roderick Blanco: Bruises, breaks, blisters, and blood. Basics, let's deal with those, the prosaic approach.