It's 2013, Deontay Wilder nervously walks towards the ring to face the glass statue that is Audley Harrison, 1 round it's over he's done it. An easy victory for one punch man. "Why was I so nervous?" Wilder thinks to himself. He understands his emotions but yet can't control them as his heart races out of his chest. Wilder is now building his profile in a pivotal stage of bum feasting. It's time to build the façade, but what for his nerves? "It's fine next time we'll put on the mask!", a mask which he will wear for all of his following bouts, this mask would soon become an entire costume. But behind the mask the face still grimaces, the nerves eat away. Tunnel vision. Twitchy energy. A fighting man can see it, a fighting man can smell it. The weakness. The fear. This content is protected
