It’s a warm, beery August afternoon in Cleveland, Ohio, and a vast man called Matthew Justice is being beaten bloody on the street. His antagonist, Chuck Stone, slams Justice through a plywood table, scattering splinters. Then he hits him with a chair.
Watching on are hundreds of men. Big men, fat men, bearded men, tattooed men, men on mobility scooters, men with their sons and wives. These men are yelling, yowling, baying at the not-quite-real violence. Most have never heard of Stone or Justice, but they are certainly enjoying the show, whose constant fluctuations of fate and fortune are like a brutal dramatisation of real life.
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