He may be a nice fella in person, but Amir Mansour is a frightening dude to behold, with biceps that bulge like croquet balls stuffed into a gym sock and the perpetually agitated air of a man who woke up on the wrong side of a bed of nails. He looks like the kind of guy a dark alley would cross the street to avoid. All of this has Gerald Washington very, very stoked.
No man who steps into the ring to trade blows with another man qualifies as a chicken. And yet, that’s what Gerald Washington calls himself. To be fair, though, it’s a pretty badass bird.
A refrigerator weighs 300 pounds. A full keg of beer comes in at roughly half that. A Neapolitan mastiff tips the scales at an average of 170 pounds (at least 30 of which is jowls). Stuff the latter two into the former and plant that bad boy on Gerald Washington’s shoulders. Dude can handle it.
Gerald Washington was 30 years old when he made his professional boxing debut. You’ll forgive his opponents for being skeptical of that fact.