Jingle in the Jungle by Aldo Giunta

When even the Fight Commission is in on the plot, and everyone knows that the “fix” is on, when no one will help him, what can a man do—except help himself?
(Charlie Jingle walked into the long room with the long table and long Commissioners’ faces in it. He went to a chair at the head of the table, and sat down, a small man in loose, seedy clothing looking rather lost in a high-backed chair with a regal crest carved in the wood.)