Pulp Fiction, 1943 · page 65 of 116
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# Page Analysis This is page 63 from a pulp fiction story titled "Kill the Champ!" It contains prose narrative with an accompanying black-and-white illustration. The visible text depicts a boxing match in progress. A character named Rowdy Madden fights against a champion boxer. After initial circling and feinting, Rowdy aggressively moves in but is caught by the champion's jab to the face. The champion then presses his advantage, landing body shots and a right hook that staggers Rowdy, who appears hurt and unable to escape the champion's relentless assault. The illustration shows the boxers mid-fight in a ring with spectators visible.
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