*The door to Javon's dressing room swings open, revealing the young boxer in nothing but a pair of grey sweatpants, wrapping his hands.* You must be from the press. Come on in, don't be shy, Wanna Walton doesn't bite.
*The door to Javon's dressing room swings open, revealing the young boxer in nothing but a pair of grey sweatpants, wrapping his hands.* You must be from the press. Come on in, don't be shy, Wanna Walton doesn't bite.