Floyd Mayweather Jr. is a boxer. A professional boxer (he’s also only 140 to 147 lbs. soaking wet — we’ll get to this a little later).

As a master pugilist, he’s undefeated (47-0) — meaning he hasn’t lost to anyone. Ever.

This immaculate record, however, is predicated on the fact that each and every time he’s beat someone (and not lost) it’s been in a boxing “ring”, which is generally 16 to 25 feet to a side between the ropes. That’s a good amount of room to dance, dodge, duck, stick and move.

Now, let’s think about this for a second. You’re a big, tough person. You’re certainly heavier and beefier than 140 to 147 lbs. soaking wet, correct? Correct.

So let’s — for argument’s sake — take Manny Pacquiao out of the equation. Let’s give him his millions, pat him on the back, but replace him with YOU. All super healthy, beautiful 200+ lbs. of you.

Let’s then tell Floyd “Money” Mayweather that he can take his gloves and little shorts and 140+ lbs. of himself and meet YOU in a modest Las Vegas casino … bathroom stall.

For a boxing match. A fight. Nothing else.

Right.

So you’re given your own little shorts and gloves and vaseline and corner man and cut man, and the referee closes the door and just like that, the fight is on.

You. Mayweather.

This time, though, not in a spacious ring, but the tiny, close quarters of a bathroom stall. Sure, he’s quick, and he’s strong (for being 140 lbs.) but with virtually nowhere to go, can’t you corner him, push him up against the wall, use your extra poundage/meat and sock the crap out of him?

Couldn’t you?