I'd cover myself in Bacon and run through the streets of East London, spray painting pictures of Muhammed and the walls of Kebab shops.
If I wanted to do Modern 'Art' I'd smear a **** on the walls of London Underground and call it 'Unique' and 'Far out' so a load of Middle class Bell Ends with Poncey names could queue up and take a look at my smeared ****.
Buncha ****in wetwipes. Tiger boxing. That is THE only way to go out in glory. Especially if you make it to round 2. Legendary.
Pffffft. Tiger boxing whilst dressed as an Erect Penis is a real mans game. You never win, just die, but you're a Man and Men have to face that fact.