And fat boy leads with a crack fuelled flurry, because he knows he is going to gas.
It is his only chance - well, that and several AA & NA meetings.
Normally the sight of an obese man raising his fists is scary, but lets be real here.
God is on Tony's side. Just like Mark Hunt, Vitor Belfort and so many other big hitters.
Tony (with a clear un-drug-addled head) assesses the situation, and swiftly realises that this is going to be easier than a walk in the park.
Honestly, he comes from Australia - our cuddly bears give more trouble than this type 2 diabetes opponent.
Tony has intestinal fortitude by the bucket load, and easily sidesteps and parries the advances of Dumbo the elephant man.
How could he not? Ron Ford couldn't fight his way out of a paper bag (that's him second from left)
Tony is used to dealing with big things, and meth comes in a small bag.
A side step, a bob, a weave and a stiff jab with his big banana signal the beginning of the end.
Sorry, wrong big banana.
He is a right wing, right leaning, wrecking machine (that's him on the right).
Seeing the opening that Ron presents, Tony moves in for the telling blow.
Let's be honest Ron has a very big opening (how else could he fund his crack habit?)
Tony, the undefeated 4-0 (all KO/TKO) heavyweight boxer throws a thunderous right smack on the kisser of old jelly jaw himself.
That's it, goodnight Irene. He of high blood pressure has no chance against such a skilled pugilist.
The big kabosh! It's the big kabosh! Chubby is stiff as a board.
As Tony stands over his quivering carcass, he quietly quips...
Bring on the next victim.
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