For Joe Vincelt, the fight was not the end.
Not a victory, not a defeat.
He stood in the void.
Timeless, colourless, silent.
There was a time before punches,
and those moments... no one would see.
Because everyone was focussed on the sound of the blow.
But the real battle was before the blow.
There was a great silence inside.
That silence carried the heaviest burden of life.
There was a collision that left no trace on Joe's face:
the weight of being for a moment,
between the indescribable emptiness of disappearance.
The Ring is not just a place for him,
it was a rare place where he could make that silence heard.
Because sometimes, the deepest words are hidden in fists.
But sometimes there are no words.
And Joe Vincelt is in that wordless battle,
searching for the meaning of life.
Before the first blow.