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brutal prize fight — Contest between a New York and a Philadelphia Bruiser --twenty-nine rounds fought.
[From the Brooklyn Eagle, Dec. 2.] A most brutal prize fight took place at daybreak this morning, a short distance back of Calvary Cemetery. The principals — Mike Dorcy and Ed. Holloway — have been in training for the past two weeks, and were in pretty good condition for the fight. The match was made up at a well-known sporting house up town in New York, and the principals, seconds, and about seventy-five or a hundred spectators crossed the Fulton, South, and Grand street ferries about three o'clock this morning, and proceeded quietly to the ground selected. The preliminaries, such as the fixing of the ring, the choosing of bottle-holders, time-keeper, &c., were soon settled, and the parties, both confident of victory, were brought in the ring. They were light weights, and about nineteen or twenty years old. Hollo way, on coming into the ring, walked up to his opponent and offered to bet him five dollars that he would win the fight. Dorcy replied that he had no money. They then shook hands and the fight commenced. The betting at first was even, but after a few rounds had been fought, the odds were in favor of Dorcy, upon whom the blows appeared to have little or no effect. From the first to the twelfth round both fought very shy, doing more sparring than fighting. Holloway by this time began to show the effect of Dorcy's "mawlies," as he had received a bad cut upon the mouth and another upon the nose, from which the blood trickled down upon his breast. Thirteenth round.--Both came to the scratch upon the call of time, and after sparring a minute closed, when, after pummelling each other about the head, Holloway dropped upon his knee to save himself from further punishment. The friends of Holloway here cried ‘"foul, foul,"’ claiming that Dorcy had struck him while he was on his knee. Fourteenth round.--Holloway came up briskly, and following Dorcy over to his corner, struck out twice with his left, which took effect on the neck of Dorcy. They then closed, and both fell together. Fifteenth round.--The seconds of both parties in this round urged them on, and they soon closed, when Dorcy, being the strongest, threw Holloway and fell upon him. From this to the nineteenth round Holloway was pretty badly punished, receiving some severe cuts upon his right cheek. Dorcy, however, began to grow weak, and came up shakey and somewhat frightened. Nineteenth round--Holloway appeared to gain confidence, notwithstanding he was bleeding freely, and his face was swollen badly. He came up to his opponent and after getting in a good one they closed, pummelled each other about the body, and Holloway got down to save himself. Twentieth round--In this round it was give and take; Dorcy down and Holloway's friends jubilant. Twenty-first round.--Both came up together, eyeing each other closely. Dorcy made a desperate lunge at Holloway, but missed his mark and received a very heavy blow on his smeller. He rallied again, and closing threw Holloway. Twenty-second round.--After sparring a short time they clinched, and both went down together. Twenty-third round.--Holloway came up and gave Dorcy an upper cut that rather staggered him. He attempted to get away, but Dorcy followed him up and got in another light one on the nose. Twenty-fourth round.--In this round there was very hard fighting. They went at the work in good earnest, giving and taking heavy blows both upon the face and body. Dorcy received a severe undercut on the chin, and Holloway got a very bad cut upon the mouth, which made his lips look very unnatural.--(Great cheering on both sides.) They finally clinched, and Holloway was thrown. Twenty-fifth round,--Both appeared to be growing weak, and it was thought the fight would terminate in a few rounds, as it did, in favor of Dorcy. The last four rounds were very severe, but Dorcy did not appear to show the effect of his punishment. There appeared to be very little blood in him, while Holloway bled freely from every little tap. On the twenty-ninth round, which was the last, Holloway appeared, although quite weak, to have had the advantage, yet his seconds, thinking he had fought long enough, threw up the sponge. Holloway was very angry at this, saying he was not whipped, and it was wrong for them to throw up the sponge.--They all hastily entered their coaches, and returned to the city. The police got wind of the fight, and started in pursuit about half an hour after the party. They, however, got on the wrong road, and went to Flushing.
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