I knew Ellard Watkins' secret. I knew it because I lived it. It couldn’t be hidden from me because I was a part of it.
After Ellard Watkins made Montegna Guzzaro and Filipe Paciendo world champions, everyone wanted Ellard Watkins to train their kid.
In the far west corner of the gym, next to this old rusty leak stain, there’s a picture of me and Guzz and Pac Man. I was better than both of em, ask anyone.
That don’t matter now.
All that matters is that I was older, and smarter, and a better boxer, and I told them the secret.
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