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Paul Gallen vs Nelson Asofa-Solomona: A Fight for Respect

Paul Gallen says the cheque is big. But the grudge is bigger.

Dragged out of retirement and straight back under the lights, the 45-year-old insists his looming showdown with Nelson Asofa-Solomona isn’t about one last payday. It’s about payback.

On November 6 in Sydney, two premiership-winning NRL enforcers will trade the football field for a five-round heavyweight clash, after Gallen answered an SOS from No Limit Boxing to face the former Melbourne Storm giant. It’s the fight promoters have been chasing, and the one Gallen never wanted—until now.

He walked away 16 months ago, on his terms, after beating fellow league icon Sonny Bill Williams, a one-time WBA heavyweight world champion. That was supposed to be the full stop. Legacy intact. Bank account healthy. Gloves hung up.

Then came Asofa-Solomona.

According to Gallen, the man they call “The Big Nasty” crossed a line that has nothing to do with weight divisions or reach. He broke what Gallen sees as a mateship code, using their private conversations and history as fuel for public call-outs once he’d signed with No Limit.

Gallen says he was the one who first picked up the phone to No Limit to help open the boxing door for Asofa-Solomona. Not as a favour to a close friend, but as a nod of respect from one tough forward to another. That, he believes, should have meant something.

Instead, every time Asofa-Solomona’s hand was raised in his first three professional bouts—wins over former NRL forwards Jeremy Latimore, Jarrod Wallace and George Burgess—Gallen’s name came straight out of his mouth.

To Gallen, that’s not ambition. It’s disrespect.

He’s furious that, despite telling Asofa-Solomona he was finished with the sport, the Storm giant kept using him as a target. Kept calling him out. Kept dragging his name into the spotlight, banking on the fact the veteran had no interest in fighting again.

The result? A retired warhorse now vowing to “smash his face in”.

Gallen initially said no, even when a million-dollar offer landed on the table. The money wasn’t enough to tempt him back into the grind, back into the punishment of another camp. But the promoters couldn’t find anyone else willing—or able—to share a ring with the two-metre-tall powerhouse. The offers grew. So did the noise.

Eventually, Gallen bit.

On paper, the match-up looks lopsided. A 45-year-old conceding 20cm in height and 15 years in age to a hulking forward in his physical prime. Asofa-Solomona has already locked in a nine-fight, multi-year deal with No Limit and has looked a class above his early opposition.

Gallen doesn’t care about any of that.

He’s been here before. He outboxed the taller, longer Sonny Bill Williams in his last outing, using pressure, toughness and experience to drag the former champion into deep water. He has 16 professional wins, a long stint as No Limit’s marquee attraction and an estimated $25 million in earnings to show for it.

He also has a blunt assessment of Asofa-Solomona’s future in the sport: in Gallen’s eyes, the Storm giant is a poor boxer with no real ceiling in the ring.

The resentment runs deeper than trash talk. Gallen bristles at the idea that a younger forward is trying to build his name off a retired player’s back, while ignoring other active league hardmen.

If Asofa-Solomona wanted to prove himself, Gallen argues, he could have gone after the likes of Curtis Scott or Junior Paulo—current players, closer to his own age and stage. Instead, he kept circling the 45-year-old who had already walked away.

That, to Gallen, isn’t bravery. It’s opportunism.

And that’s what has dragged him back. Not the extra zero on the contract. Not the thrill of another main event. A grudge.

The poster boy of No Limit’s league-to-boxing revolution is lacing them up one more time, not to protect his legacy, but to defend his pride. On November 6 in Sydney, one of rugby league’s toughest figures will try to teach Nelson Asofa-Solomona a lesson he believes the younger man badly needs.

Respect, Gallen insists, has to be earned the hard way.