Hank was wearing the luxuriously thick blue and white hooded terry cloth robe he always wore when he fought. It felt so good to have it on once again. He stood alone in the middle of an empty ring in an equally empty but well lighted arena. He had just come in himself, and he had been very impressed with the outside fluorescent marquee that had emblazoned on it the words:
"FEATURED ATTRACTION TONIGHT”
"HENRY HAMMERIN" HANK BELLAKOFF"
He stood alone in the center of the ring for several minutes, wondering what would be happening next. Then he heard a large stadium door open and close, and he saw a single male figure walking toward the ring. He wondered if the Boston mob had finally caught up with him, albeit a little too late. But the man, who entered the ring through the ropes was a man
