In a dimly lit, makeshift boxing ring, a welterweight pugilist with sweat gleaming on his forehead stands ready for the fight. He stands off-center, placing his weight on his back foot. His figure is framed by the tattered ropes of the boxing ring, and the depth of the scene is filled with a boisterous crowd, their silhouettes a murky wall of anticipation. The focus shifts from the foreground, the fighter, to the mid-ground showing a quiet, elderly man leaning on the ropes, his face shrouded in shadow but his intent gaze visible. With a rumpled, worn piece of paper in his hands, he whispers unheard advice to the young fighter. The color scheme is heavy with cold greys accented by warm oranges from an overhead, fluorescent light which flickers sporadically. The camera angle is from a low vantage point, giving the scene an ominous sense of looming danger. The movement in the scene is minimal, a slow zoom into the fighter’s determined face, highlighting the intensity of his expression, a contrast to the burbled chatter and audible excitement of the spectators.