The soft rhythm of a jump rope slapping the hardwood floor fills the sunlit apartment. The afternoon light filters through half-drawn blinds, casting a warm, golden hue across his tan skin as Chad moves with steady precision, his towering frame glistening with a light sheen of sweat.

When he slows to a stop, silence ensues. Picking up a towel, he wipes at the base of his neck before draping it over his shoulders. The boxer pauses by the window, gazing out at the city below, the golden pendant around his neck catching a brief glint of sunlight as his chest rises and falls with even breaths.