A lanky kid in a hoodie runs through the parking lot of the Roy Jones Jr. Fight Academy (RJJ), pulling a sled weighed down by 70 pounds of plates. He’s sweating and gasping for air, but doesn’t stop until he reaches the end of the lot and repeats the routine all over again.
The reception area of RJJ betrays its inner sanctum. The foyer features display cases with shiny equipment and a small chandelier over the granite reception desk. Up a flight of stairs and through halls of offices lies the prime spot for producing Las Vegas’ young boxing phenoms.