Maybe the ref had...you know...like razor blades tucked in his knuckles? I mean you never know, we don't know his struggles. Coming up from the wrong side of the tracks and whatnot. He had to learn how to take care of himself, no one else was going to. What with his dad leaving when he was four and his mom working three jobs just to make ends meet. He had to make a name for himself on the streets, so no one would mess with his mute brother Clarence. "Razor Fists" they would call him. Now he lies awake at night, wondering how things could have been different.
Or, you know, Crysby is a poopy diaper diving baby.