You write and run an extremely popular article/blog about the latest and greatest fights and fighters. You're well respected among the community, let's say that. You hear about the Thai God of War, it piqued your interest so you book a flight to Thailand to see the heavy weight boxing championship. King Rama spots and instantly recognizes you. Calls one of the security guards to bring you over to the Royal Suite viewing area. Wants you to meet Gaolang and exchange numbers so you can write an article about him. Something about it bringing more tourists. I mean, that was your plan in the first place. After the fight is over, King Rama escorts you to the locker room. And there he is, sitting on a bench with a towel over his shoulders. Sweating, but not harmed like his opponent.