Not that cage-fighting, Tae Kwon Do, kick-him-in-the-teeth as you sit on him, Muay Thai shitshow; real, classic, toe-to-toe, straightup Western boxing.
Nothing is a better flagship for this than HBO's "Pacquiao/Hatton 24/7" show.

And undoubtedly the second best part of boxing, besides being a noble barfight, is the SHIT-TALKING!
Prime example: Hatton's trainer, Floyd George Mayweather, Sr., "Is he crazy!? Hatton will beat the fucking socks off Pacquiao!"
Pacquiao's trainer, Freddie Roach, "You know how Manny usually wears white shorts? I already told Manny to wear red shorts that night. There’s going to be a lot of blood, and it won’t be from Manny."
Though, I have to say, if there were points awarded for loquacious shit-talking, Hatton's boy would take the cake. Here are some more of FGMSr's gems:
On himself: "I know for a fact that I'm talented! It's not boastin, it aint braggin, it's a FACT!" and "I'm the best trainer of all time! Not this time, that time, part-time, full-time...ALL time!"
On his bad relationship with his son: "[FGMJr.] thanks everyone but his daddy. He thanks Leonard Ellerbe, a homosexual, I know he's a homosexual and everyone else knows it. You can print that because I said it, I can tell you nothing else but how gay he is."
On Arturo Gatti: "Gatti should've stopped 14 years ago. He got famous for bleeding from the head, ass and everything else. You make sure you put that in there. Gatti's going to go to the Hall of Fame and he should go to the Hall of Shame for taking ass whoopings. Put that just like I said it."
Love it.
So grab the cigars, cheap drank and worse women, get your broke ass in front of HBO's PPV screen with a credit card and watch two grown men try and hospitalize each other. With rules.
-J