At the oceanfront in Virginia Beach boxing has a stronghold. A place where training means everything in the pursuit of the enlightenment of battle. No stone is left unturned to reach the goal. Two a day workouts, running more miles than the shoes can handle, choking down can after can of tuna to shred up, reviewing boxing films till 3 in the morning, sleeping on the couch to get away from temptation and grueling workouts that only be described as sadistic to the common man. This is a brotherhood of blood and leather and this is our house, this is our life, this is our stronghold and thats why we succeed.
