So, one day you call for a house cleaner.
This little Filipino guy shows up and shoves half a million dollars in MONEY into your hands, shouting "YES OR NO! YES OR NO?" Of course, you go "yes."
Unfortunately that little Filipino guys tours out to be Manny Pacquiao, whose country was recently removed from the surface of the planet by a certain Alien Emissary(no big deal, since he has so many homes in the US...) He starts ranting "He's going to fight me! He's going to fight me...! bubububububuuu~"
Before you can clear the situation up, BOB ARUM appears and put another 10 million, MONEY, in your hand saying "you'll get the other 65% after the fight, with purse."
SO! In three months, you're going to fight The Mexicutioner in his farewell match. And you can be assured that he'll be wanting to go out with a performance worth of his reputation. At your expense.
Unfortunately for you, the only people who are even willing to look at you are the RGBA; the Robert Garcia Boxing Academy. Worse, this is what it looks like...
...while they're mucking around. So you won't only be training with the multiple-championship-winning madmen of the boxing world, with one of the best all-time trainers, but you'll also be exposed to many of the hazards distributed evenly between Oxnard and Riverside: snakes, spiders, Miguel Garcia's homicidal driving, and horses with a taste for HUMAN BLOOD. To say nothing of being beaten senseless every other day by some of the biggest names in the sport.
Can you survive 3 months of Hell , in order to meet Pacman in the ring and claim your 65% with purse?