Scott Fullmer

Forever Champ






Born in the summer of thirty one,
A legendary man that would not be out done.
Many would challenge, and many would loose,
In blood sweat and tears, he paid fighters dues.
He trained in a ring, and never stood idle,
His winnings, a belt and a middle weight title.
Although he received the most perfect punch,
He would make a come back on a prayer and a hunch.
He fought his way through the toughest of men,
Only to be proven a champion again.
Now held honor in two halls of fame,
You can still hear crowds cheer, Gene Fullmer by name

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