Some guys just want to beat you-beat you senseless. Tucked discreetly in Walker's Point, the gym hides at 111 W. Virginia Street. A paint manufacturer dominates most of the brick structure, and for First Street commuters zipping between Bay View and downtown, the club is easily missed. Enter, and one is greeted by the heavy smell of sweat and liniment, and a Rottweiler named Dante. A loud electronic shrill marks the rounds.
Training takes place in two carpeted rooms, both adorned with mirrors, heavy bags and fight posters.
Squeezed into the corner of the main space is a brawny ring. The walls of the club are white, the trim painted red and blue. He has been training for two and a half hours following a full day at work, and won't make it home until after 9. Yuen takes the beginners. Teaching allows Yuen the pleasure of meeting new people.