(Is that an Under Armour coat? Wouldn’t that be more like Outer Armour? Or just Armour? I’m confused.)
Hughes stresses that the bout isn’t "100% confirmed" yet, but he’s up for it and as long as Serra can work off his pasta weight without reinjuring his back there’s no reason they can’t finally settle this feud. And honestly, it’s about time. There’s only so long you can put something like this off until everyone, including the fighters, forgets why there was so much animosity to begin with.
Hold on, you thinking what I’m thinking? Maybe Spike TV could run a special reality series that follows Hughes and Serra as they share a studio apartment together somewhere off the Vegas strip in the weeks before the fight. Just imagine the hilarity. Hughes is trying to read his Bible in peace at the end of a long day of training, but Serra is in the kitchen blasting Frank Sinatra and making a pizza pie in his underwear. And just think of what will happen when Hughes discovers that Serra has been squeezing the toothpaste from the middle of the tube! Oh, these two will never get along. At least that show couldn’t be any worse than Double Shot at Love. It just couldn’t.