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Exploring Life & Business with Ricky Ray Taylor of BoxerDRILLZ Corporation Today we’d like to introduce you to Ricky Ray Taylor. Hi Ricky Ray, can you start by introducing yourself? We’d love to learn more about how you got to where you are today? Miami/1969 – My Dad was a stand-up comedian, Mom-a Filipino-Tahitian Dancer – 6-months later they flew to Vegas to get ...

Clockwise from top:
-Edwin Furgeson
-Dave Reid
-Leon Richeson
-Vernon Forrest
-Ricky Ray Taylor
-Mike Vail
-Greg Lindsey
-Frank Gentile, SR

Dave Reid & Leon Richeson chillin in the TV room @ the OEC

Clockwise from top:
-Mark Burse
-Frank Gentile
-Dave Reid
-Edwin Furgeson
-Vernon Forrest
-Jerome Mcentire
-Ricky Ray Taylor (took the pic)

“Holyfield”

“It’s never really been my way to celebrate in a big way. I don’t dance, and I don’t rub it in, especially when the other man is standing there feeling like everything’s just fallen apart.” – Evander Holyfield

Respect.

“The Tyson MINDSET”

Teddy Atlas: “I remember taking Mike to the Junior Olympics, his first time at the Nationals in Denver. Back then, everything was on me. We got there early, around 7 in the morning, and the place was packed, a gym full of young fighters. The tension was thick. Nobody was there for fun, they were there to fight.

“They were all looking around, sizing each other up, wondering who they might face. And there I am with Tyson, this is really his first big stage. He’d had maybe twenty fights, mostly in the Bronx where I’d been building him up. Now he’s in his first proper tournament.

“I’ve got him standing there and I can already see what he’s doing. He’s using his presence. He’s fourteen, but he’s about 210 pounds, solid, all muscle. He doesn’t look like a kid at all. The others look their age, skinny, spots, no real definition. And Mike is just staring right through them.

“He’s playing into what’s already in their heads. Letting their imagination run wild. They’re thinking he’s older, that he doesn’t belong there, anything but a normal fourteen year old. And he lets that grow. He feeds it without saying a word. When people speak to him, he just stays quiet.

“That’s when it hit me. He wasn’t a soldier walking into battle. He was something else. Like a Trojan horse. He knew how to get inside their minds and take away any belief they had before they even stepped in the ring. And he understood that instinctively.”