Teddy Herms was born in the shadowed streets of Brooklyn, where the air seemed heavy with struggle. As a boy, he wandered Brownsville like a restless wind, fists clenched before he even knew what he was fighting. Trouble followed him, but it wasn’t aimless—it was survival, a child’s instinct to push back against a world that offered no softness. Fate brought him to Cus, an old trainer with quiet eyes who saw something rare in Teddy’s fury: not just rage, but a spark that could light the world. ...