Do a Google search for Alexis Arguello and you will end up with photos and videos about Aaron Pryor. Do one for Aaron Pryor and you end up with all kinds of links and articles about Alexis Arguello. It may not be fair to either man, but these two legendary champions are defined to a large extent by each other. Their legacies, their standing as all-time greats, their identities: all is influenced by the two titanic battles they staged in the early 1980s. Their destinies as boxers can never be separated. And because those two clashes were so consequential, not to mention furiously competitive and exciting, they dwarf in significance almost every other match on their records.
As shattering as it was for Arguello when Pryor turned back his historic bid to become the first man to win world titles in four weight divisions, no one could say that the experience of losing a major fight was something new to “The Explosive Thin Man.” In fact, as a young pro, he had lost two of his first five matches, and in 1974 he failed in his first attempt to win a world title, dropping a decision to Ernesto Marcel. He more than made up for that setback when he stopped Hall of Fame champion Ruben Olivares later the same year, and so began his great run as one of the best boxers on the planet. But even as a champion, Arguello knew defeat, dropping a split decision to Vilomar Fernandez in a non-title match in 1978.
But the loss to Pryor in 1982 was different, not to mention far more devastating. It wasn’t so much that in Pryor he encountered his most relentless and formidable adversary and that he took more punishment than in any previous bout, but more the fact that this was, by a large margin, the biggest fight of Alexis Arguello’s career, one of the biggest of the 80’s, a decade of huge fights. It was about the fact that Arguello had been perfectly positioned to become a superstar, and that thousands in Miami’s Orange Bowl that November night were there expressly to see Alexis win, to see a new king of the sports world crowned.
One of the reasons Arguello was poised to become a true crossover star, joining the likes of Sugar Ray Leonard, Roberto Duran and Marvin Hagler as mainstream attractions, was because of his reputation for class and sportsmanship. Previous to his showdown with Pryor, his biggest match had been his 1981 title defense against Ray Mancini, a bout watched by millions on live national television. Young “Boom Boom” Mancini’s quest to win a world championship for his father, a top contender in the 1940’s whose ring career was cut short when he joined the army during World War II, had captured the imagination of American sports fans. They cheered him on as he gave Arguello a tough and exciting battle before Ray succumbed to the more experienced champion in round 14. But in the post-fight interviews, the victor was nothing short of gallant, expressing admiration and respect for Ray and predicting Mancini would soon come back and win a world title, a forecast which came true short months later.
This display of sportsmanship made a huge impression and endeared Alexis to millions. And in the victories that followed, all broadcast on live television, sports fans could count on Arguello — now regarded as one of the finest pugilists in the world pound-for-pound, as well as an elder statesman and a latter-day great — to offer his fallen opponents similar classy gestures. But in the aftermath of the loss to Pryor, sports fans saw a different side of the triple-crown king.
It’s important to remember that most boxing experts thought Arguello too experienced and skilled for Pryor, and that his fans eagerly anticipated their hero establishing himself as nothing short of a sports legend with a monumental win. The pressure was immense and so was the disappointment when Alexis was pummeled into helplessness in round 14 of a sensational battle. Looking back, we know there was no shame at all in losing to the irrepressible force of nature that was Aaron Pryor, but at that time many viewed “The Hawk” as not quite in Arguello’s league. And such was the Nicaraguan’s own mortification at his defeat that, by his own admission, he feigned unconsciousness after the bout was stopped, frightening many at ringside as he lay on the canvas.
And so the Alexis Arguello who emerged from the ring that night in Florida was a different man from the one who entered. It wasn’t defeat by itself which left its mark on him, but defeat when millions of Latin Americans were praying for him and betting large sums of money that he would redeem those prayers. Under the intense pressure and all the expectations and the ensuing disappointment, he cracked, and instead of modesty and class, he showed the world bitterness and spite. Immediately following the loss he blamed his trainer, Eddie Futch, claiming the legendary coach had “overtrained” him and sapped his endurance. He would later apologize for the rash statement, calling it “the biggest mistake of his life,” but not before the venerable Futch vowed to never work with him again.
But no matter, there was in fact a better excuse to seize upon, that being the mysterious “mixed” water bottle which Pryor’s trainer, Panama Lewis, called for that night, just before the champion charged out of his corner and battered Arguello into submission in round 14. Those sympathetic to Alexis pointed to foul play by Lewis, especially after he was caught tampering with Luis Resto’s gloves the following June and was subsequently banned from the sport. Surely the real reason why Alexis Arguello, seemingly fated to make sports history in Miami, had fallen to a fighter so many expected him to vanquish, was that Lewis, or someone, had undermined fair competition. Surely something explained the outcome of that fight other than the possibility that, while Alexis Arguello was a legend and a three division champion, Aaron Pryor had simply been the better man on the night.
Thus, the need to redeem himself, and rectify what many viewed as an unjust outcome, became Arguello’s obsession. And one might have thought that, given the status of the boxers and the sheer excitement of that first savage encounter, a rematch would have been the simplest and easiest of things to arrange. And yet it was not. Pryor held the World Boxing Association version of the super-lightweight title, and the WBA, for reasons no one could fathom, refused now to rank Arguello in their top ten, which meant he was not eligible for another title match. The sheer absurdity of the situation did not deter the WBA from denying him a ranking for several months, during which time both Pryor and Alexis made ring appearances, in the process risking millions of dollars.
Pryor, obeying the WBA’s bidding, turned in a perfunctory defense of his title, beating a boxer the sanctioning body absurdly deemed better than Alexis Arguello, Sang Hyun Kim of Korea. The fight was a deplorable mismatch and ended in round three. Meanwhile, Arguello, driven as he was to redeem himself, even though no redemption was needed given a career already more than Hall of Fame worthy, elected to face his former conqueror, Vilomar Fernandez, just four months after the loss to Pryor. He won a unanimous decision, but when the WBA still refused to grant him a ranking, he then fought former WBA champion Claude Noel, who succumbed to Alexis in round three. Arguello was in fact preparing to face rising contender Billy Costello when, finally, the geniuses at the WBA realized the error of their ways and granted him a top ten ranking. And just like that, the rematch was on.
When Arguello vs Pryor II was officially announced, anticipation was just as high as for the first bout, but for different reasons. The first time around what spurred ticket sales was adulation for Arguello and the expectation of history being made; this time it was the more straight-forward anticipation of straight-up excitement, of another action-packed war, as that first scintillating clash was widely regarded as one of the most exciting fights of recent years. Fewer pundits were now willing to bet the farm on Arguello seizing that fourth world title and thus the allure and magic of the initial Arguello vs Pryor battle was conspicuously absent. Instead of a massive football stadium filled to the rafters with delirious Latin Americans, the rematch was held at the more banal environs of Caesar’s Palace in Las Vegas.
Looking back, the more modest expectations, the delays and obstructions in allowing the rematch to happen, it was as if something was trying to save Alexis Arguello from a harsh reckoning with reality, with the painful truth that his colossal defeat and his failure to fulfill the expectations of so many had nothing to do with over-demanding trainers or mixed water bottles, but instead was about facing a driven champion who happened to be in his prime and who simply refused to lose.
And if that was in fact the case, Arguello’s fate was evident, at least to some, early in the final act of this almost-Shakespearean drama of ambition and hubris. At the bell, Pryor vs Arguello II started in the same fashion as the first fight, as a thrilling, fast-paced, toe-to-toe slugfest, both warriors showing no fear and letting go huge punches, both men landing. But just 40 seconds in Pryor threw two jabs and then an overhand right which clipped Alexis on the chin; the challenger stumbled backwards and toppled to the floor. Right then and there the worst fears of the Arguello faithful appeared confirmed. And yet Alexis was not at all prepared to accept that Pryor’s speed, aggressiveness and punching power were more than he could handle. Instead he rose and battled back valiantly, shaking Pryor before the end of the round with heavy right hands.
Alexis rebounded in the next two rounds as he worked to impose his will in a way he never had in the first fight, throwing combinations of power punches and forcing Pryor to give ground. In the second a right hand buckled the champion’s legs, sending him stumbling across the ring near the end of Arguello’s best round yet against “The Hawk.” And in round three it was the challenger hurting the champion with left hooks and right uppercuts to the body, Pryor smiling and shaking his head even as he backed away and flinched in the face of Arguello’s onslaught.
But just as his fans felt hope stirring in their hearts, Alexis was on the canvas again in round four after Pryor unleashed one of his whirling attacks and pounded home a huge right hand followed this time by a sharp left hook. Alexis beat the count and Pryor rushed in for the kill and the result was a series of furious exchanges, both men landing big shots as the crowd roared, Arguello almost going down again. At the bell to end the round, the dazed challenger went to the wrong corner.
But if Pryor or anyone else thought the man some called “El Caballero del Ring” was finished, they were dead wrong. The challenger surged back in the very next round, using his jab effectively and throwing combinations behind it. By round seven one of boxing’s great body punchers was finding a groove and crashing heavy artillery to Pryor’s belly, the painful blows causing the champion to complain to referee Richard Steele that more than a few were straying south of the border. Arguello pressed, striking with more body punches as well as right hands to the head, and he continued in round eight, mixing his punches beautifully, staggering the champion with heavy shots and giving his fervent fans reason to hope.
But just as Arguello appeared on the verge of taking over the fight, referee Steele abruptly intervened and administered a one point penalty to the challenger for low blows. The brief respite clearly aided the champion. Alexis tried to pick up where he had left off when action resumed, but now he was tiring and by the end of round nine it was Pryor who had regained control, his punches hurting the fading challenger.
Round ten marked the end of the dream for Alexis Arguello and his fans. All his hopes of becoming a crossover sports star by winning an unprecedented fourth world title, and of reversing the most bitter and painful defeat of his long career, all of it was blown away for good when the tireless champion launched a final ferocious attack. Sensing Alexis had little left, Pryor came forward fearlessly, disdaining defense and simply battering his man with one vicious power punch after another.
And it was then that a look of resignation settled on the handsome visage of Alexis Arguello. As he staggered about the ring taking blow after blow, the unbearable truth, agonizing and irrevocable, was finally clear. A series of flush rights and lefts drove him to the canvas for a third time that night and there he sat, calm and fully aware, his arms folded around his knees as he nodded and stoically allowed Steele to count him out. The painful revelation which he had denied for ten long months was finally accepted as he sat and waited for the fight to end: Aaron Pryor was the better man and his victory in November was well-deserved.
Afterwards, a tearful Alexis Arguello searched for some kind of explanation for his surrender. “I didn’t want to risk my life,” he said at the post-fight press conference. “On the third knockdown, I was protecting myself. I thought about how good Pryor is and I said, ‘Jesus, I will stay here.'”
For Arguello and for his fans, this was not the ending they had anticipated. Yes, there had been defeats, but Alexis Arguello was a winner and a great champion, and all he needed to become immortal was just one more victory. Was it asking so much? Was it really a fight too far? In a word, yes. Because the man standing in his way was no ordinary pugilist, no ordinary champion. Aaron Pryor proved his own greatness by blocking a legend’s path to boxing stardom. And thus the destinies of both men can never be separated. Together, they are immortal. — Michael Carbert