Mark Ratner

We did something that no one else had ever done.

I felt almost insignificant, like a tiny ant compared to the immensity of the universe.

I did not see him come in until he lands with his feet over the ropes and his body is sort of hanging.

In English, bluffing.

Out of the sky, all of a sudden, the intruder, he had a parachute attached to this fan contraption that had a motor in it.

It was outside of the hotel itself.

It was four sides of bleachers held around, I believe, for that fight, around 18,000.

And it was sold out a nice November night, very calm and very peaceful.

My role was to run the day-to-day business, which was licensing the fighters, picking the officials, working with the venue, working with security, just every detail that a fight would have.

I was sitting at ringside.

I could touch the canvas of where they were fighting.

It was within probably less than a foot from me.

I was sitting right next to one of the judges.

I thought it was pretty even.

Riddick was a little taller.

Evander was a real tough fighter, but a little bit smaller than Riddick.

A close fight, a lot of give and take, and just a typical boxing match where they were both fighting a heavyweight title, so it was a big event, and I was just watching the fights like I do.

I did not see anything.

I heard a sound in the stands, a higher pitch screaming, which usually means even at a boxing match, there's a fight in the stands and I could see people looking around a little bit.

But it's not crowd trouble.