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Abella Mobisson has been around boxing most of her life. Her father was a professional boxer turned boxing coach & owned a gym where she spent much of her pass time while growing up.
After the death of her father...
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It's a Tuesday morning in Fort Worth, Texas; the place Anthony will call home for the next couple of weeks. Today starts a three week mini-camp to work with some of the legendary men of Ring of HopeBoxing Club.
That same feeling he had when Abella brought him here back in July is flowing through him now. After leaving Miami he came to Texas yesterday, but today's his first day in the gym.
He's staying in a rented house not too far from the gym with Gbenga, KD, and the other men of the training camp. Like all his other camps he's going to be breathing and sleeping boxing. He'll have a curfew of when he needs to be in the house and no women allowed in the home.
Even though today's his birthday it's time to get back to work. He did enough celebrating this weekend. He's seven weeks out until the Ruiz rematch and he's more focused than ever. It's crunch time.
Being a social and friendly person, Anthony had already went around the gym introducing himself to people. That whole southern hospitality thing is true because everyone has been welcoming to him.
When Anthony sees Tylon walk through the gym doors wearing a backpack he can tell he must've just gotten out of school. The teenager daps a few people then comes towards Anthony with his arms spread wearing a bright smile.
Anthony had been in contact with him ever since he met him back in July. Through all the insults and slick comments Tylon's a good kid who got the bad end of the stick when it comes to life.
"Wassup, AJ!" Tylon exclaims dapping Anthony before they pull into each other. They both sit on the edge of the ring.
"How's school?" Anthony asks Tylon as he unties his boxing boot.
"Good, ready to graduate," he says blowing out air.
"What do you plan on doing when you do? College?"
"Naw, I don't think so. I understand why other athletes go. It prepares you for the professional level, but boxing doesn't really get the same opportunity as football, basketball, track. I'm just gonna go full throttle with this boxing. Enter those tournaments and competitions you told me about. Maybe try to get to the Olympics. Build my name before turning pro. I'm a foster kid, ya know, so I'm gonna age out on my 18th birthday. Gotta start making money."
