You enter a gym, before long, a man with fists of fury enters, training, punching, sprinting, bearing his soul. He grew up with hyper masculine men as role models, and just continued in the family business, boxing. But when his personal sexuality becomes a roadblock in the only thing he can excel at, he has nowhere to turn. Thus is the brunt of Shadow Boxing where Jonny Collis-Scurll gives one of the most intense and hypnotic solo performances of this years Fringe. Mr. Collis-Scurll dodges and weaves around what would be emotional low points and steers clear of the sentimental all the while finding the openings to attack the audience with a strong left hook. This is an un-fussy production of a strongly written text that is expertly delivered which is something most shows at the Fringe can only wish they could be.