Back at the weigh-in, Paul initially treated the slap as a big joke, sitting on stage in Lotus position, fingers pressed together like a Yogi. Then he remembered he was supposed to be acting out, so he stood up and started shouting into the microphone.

“I didn’t even feel it. He is angry. “He’s an angry little elf,” Paul said, growing redder and redder. “Mike Tyson, I thought that was a nice slap, buddy, but tomorrow you’re going to get knocked out. It’s personal now! He hits like a motherfucker. He needs to die!

Tyson looked mean, brooding and gorgeous

The only positive about Tyson’s appearance at the weigh-in was exactly that: his looks. Wearing only the tiniest Versace pants and emerging to the sound of blaring gangster rap, he looked in great shape.

In fact, at 228 pounds, Tyson appeared leaner and more muscular than Paul (227 pounds), who is 31 years his junior. Mind you, Paul normally presents himself as a cruiserweight and has spent much of the last month eating furiously in search of extra ballast.