texts: Jake, you're the one who said you could get down to 155! What did I do, pull it out of the fuckin' hat?
labels: Well, sometimes you shouldn't listen to me! Now I don't know if I can make it down to 155. I'm having trouble making 160, and without telling me, you sign me for a fight at 155 pounds. And if I don't make 155, I forfeit $15,000! You're supposed to know what you're doin'. You're supposed to be a manager!