He's supposed to fight in the GC 155 tournament tomorrow. My trainer called me a few hours ago and said, "Frank's got 8lbs to cut and he's acting like a bitch, will you come with me and help?" So we go, get about halfway to his place and get a text saying he's on his way to the ER. We get there and he's on an IV talkin about he's cramping all over the place, but he looks fine All he did today was a few sprints in a suit. He hadn't even been in the fucking sauna yet.