Afta all the magazine shoots and wardrobe adjustments and what have ya, bossman didn't leave in a ton 'a time fa' me to actually box. Safe ta' say, my next couple 'a matches didn't go well. Never saw a guy who could hold two chairs at once... what a sight. But some kind souls got tired 'a me losin', and offered to help pick up the slack bossman was leavin'. I love the guy, but makeup can't win EVERY fight.

And remind me to ask this fella for his upper-body routine. I ain't felt my spine crack like that since that time bossman got me to fight that piledriva.

Artwork (and trainin' partna):  Eligecos