Very early on in his career when he was a prospect. Doesn't change the fact Cooper was nothing but a gatekeeper. Corrie Sanders might lose to Kabayel, let alone Frazier
I don't wish to speak ill of the dead heroes of life but they used to call Corrie Sanders "Corny Sanders" because of all the corn and corn products he would consume during training. A favourite of his was/were cornmeal muffins, topped with heavy whipping cream, bourbon and pure powdered cane sugar with granulated birch tree xylitol and "Racahout des Arabes du sirop de l'arbre aux noix de novembre." It was lewd; it was lascivious; it was ribaldry masquerading as endoscopy. He, my friends, was a gluttonous glutton who ate sweets in lieu of mutton. Frazier would pound that gut off of him. In training camps, yes, it's true, he would be scoped out by passers-by and local restaurateurs would call him "The Beast of Seven Chutes." as he ate black beans and corn salsa on corn tortillas and drank corn liquor from the jug, paying local street urchins to shuck corn for his daily corn baths and shave corn, from the cob, so it wouldn't get stuck betwixt his dental apparatuses and apparitions, partitioning and apportioning a-to and a-forth his own beguilement of the aphoristic beatitudes. Nary a trainer was there ever who could stop old Corny Sanders from sucking up that cold corn or hot. And nary a nonstandard not could be knotted in twain or in triplicate when old Corny were a fussin' about on his corn cob pipe shoes and corn corduroy socks and slippers. May he rest in peace, lo, but what a rapscallion was he as an athletic specimen! A-golin' and a-cornin' was old Corny, the "A-Corn of The Plains."
Wow this is actually more one sided and brutal than the beating Frazier would put on the chinny, and stamina-less Sanders (and yes Frazier would wreck Sanders)