The 7 Sep, 1892 fight between John L. Sullivan and James J. Corbett was historic in that it marked boxing's clear shift from bare-knuckle brawling to the modern gloved era. From London Prize Fight rules to Marquis of Queensberry Rules. It ended Sullivan's 10-year reign as Heavyweight Champion. The ringside coverage below is suitably dramatic as one man fell and the other man rose.
"John L. Sullivan, for ten years the mighty champion of the world, was knocked completely out in twenty-one rounds tonight by James J. Corbett, the young San Francisco pugilist. For the first time in a brilliant career Sullivan was whipped. The reason was proclaimed from his own bruised and bloody lips. Staggering to the ropes after recovering consciousness, and raising his great hands into the air with a gesture more dramatic than he possibly could portray on the stage, full of the awful realization that his time had come at last, John L. Sullivan, the fallen idol of pugilism, exclaimed in a loud but choking voice: "Gentlemen, I have only one thing to say, once and for all, and that is this: This was to be, and is, my last battle. I have lost. I stayed once too often with a young man, and to James J. Corbett I pass the championship."
As he spoke Sullivan was the picture of awful despair. He reeled through the sand, knowing what he was about, but still weak from his adversary's terrific blows. His nose was split, his mouth puffed from blood vessels severed inside, his ponderous breast bloody and heaving and his lips set with determination that showed he understood the serious position in which his last fight had placed him.
The famous man staggered into his dressing-room and, sinking into a chair, wept like a child. John L. Sullivan was really beaten into insensibility as thoroughly and artistically as any pugilist that ever lost a battle. He was out-sparred, out-winded, out-punched and out-generaled. He was the toy for an opponent who was lighter than he by twenty pounds.
When Sullivan fell under the terrific fusillade of blows delivered by Corbett, pandemonium broke loose and no victor was ever so cheered as was Corbett. While the young champion was being kissed, hugged and fondled, Sullivan's limp form was laid into the chair. Corbett came to him, but the beaten man was like the dead."