Matthew Stanmyer: At 11 o'clock on a Thursday night in August, the thermostat inside George Sullivan's apartment is cranked to 90 degrees.
This might as well be hell.
Over the next 20 hours, Sullivan, a professional mixed martial arts fighter from Brick, must lose 13 pounds. If he fails to shed the weight — 7 percent of his 184 pounds — he will jeopardize a full payday for his fight two nights later in Atlantic City.
Sullivan steps into his small, white-tiled bathroom and slathers his muscular body with Albolene makeup remover. The cleanser opens pores and makes it easier for sweat to flow. Next, he puts on a rubber sauna suit to raise his body temperature and draws a hot bath he will fill…
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