If there's magic in boxing, it's the magic of fighting battles beyond endurance, beyond cracked ribs, ruptured kidneys and detached retinas. It's the magic of risking everything for a dream that nobody sees but you.

All fighters are pig-headed some way or another: some part of them always thinks they know better than you about something. Truth is: even if they're wrong, even if that one thing is going to be the ruin of them, if you can beat that last bad out of them... they ain't fighters at all.

Frankie likes to say that boxing is an unnatural act, that everything in boxing is backwards: sometimes the best way to deliver a punch is to step back... But step back too far and you ain't fighting at all.

There is magic in fighting battles beyond endurance.

Anybody can lose one fight, anybody can lose once, you'll come back from this you'll be champion of the world.

110, get a job punk.

Then he walked out.. I don't think he had anything left.

I saw your last fight Shawrelle. You spent so much face time on the canvas, you thought the canvas had titties.