When illness overcame Leatherface’s wife he took it hard and when she died he let him-self go, letting his hair grow shaggy and he began to take on a smell. He could clear out a room so bad was the stink and being an athlete in training gave him opportunity and access to build and build upon the layers of grime. He had become obsessed with honoring her memory and her coaching, her final words on this night. And the time had finally come for fight night at the Shenandoah Valley Fair against a man known as The Hammer.