The story goes a tad differently depending on who you ask to tell it. One verbal account paints a picture – until the tale is interrupted halfway through when a detail is disputed. “He kicked my face,” Valter Walker interjected, as his brother Johnny Walker halted his recollection of their first-ever professional training experience together. Johnny, with a big grin, tried to push back a little, “It was just boxing.” “No,” Valter said, also smiling. “… This guy kicked my face.