The devastating resolution of the bitterest of British grudge fights came out of the blue here in Manchester.
It was delivered as a lightning bolt from the red half of Liverpool by the man who is, now, the chieftain of a Mersey clan of warriors.
So swift and shocking that nobody saw it coming. Least of all Chris Eubank Jr.
No-one that is except Liam Smith, the second youngest of the family of four fighting brothers, who glimpsed a fleeting opportunity and pounced on his arch-rival like a ravenous tiger devouring a hyena who had dared to mock him.