Certified by the American Board of Surgery and an affiliate of seven surgery centers, Dr. Clayton A. Frenzel completed more than 2,000 surgical procedures during his training at some of the nation’s most competitive surgical programs, honing an expertise he now brings to his practice at Advanced Cosmetic Surgery. Aiming to put clients at ease, the personable Dr. Frenzel consults each patient one-on-one before performing cosmetic procedures such as breast or body surgery, facial rejuvenation, or postbariatric contouring, designed to remove loose skin after significant weight loss. Additionally, Frenzel and his team noninvasively enhance physiques through nonsurgical procedures ranging from Botox injections to chemical peels.
Sunny yellow walls, tiled flooring, and the fronds of potted plants welcome clients as they step through the doors of dolce vita salon and spa, where a team of seasoned stylists snip locks to reflect both the latest trends and time-tested classic styles. In addition to shifting hair lengths and shades, the spalon staff pampers visages with custom facials, waxes away hair from upper lips, and brightens fingernails with bright coats of polish. Body wraps incorporate ingredients such as shea butter, seaweed, and pumpkin cream to stimulate circulation and dispel toxins, and Swedish, deep tissue, and hot stone massages dispel stress to restore your body to a nubile state of relaxed joyousness unlike any since you got your braces removed.
Though stylist Yolanda Gales honed her craft at the Aveda Beauty Institute, she first trimmed hair under the watchful eye of her mother and grandmother, both seasoned hair-stylists. Today, Yolanda leads a team of stylists in her own salon, Benote' Salon. The four beauticians apply their knowledge of modern styling techniques to cut clients' hair, and add color to tresses with coloring and highlights. Moisturizing treatments and L'Oreal Power-doses, meanwhile, help to soothe dry scalps that might otherwise try to drink rain water from thirst. Yolanda stocks Benote's shelves with hair-coloring and strengthening Chromatics dyes, silicone and sulfate-free Precious Oil hair shampoo, and wild ginger-infused Awapuhi conditioner.
The staff at Skinetics' Skin Spa understands that keeping up appearances leads to a healthier life. Their they act on this belief with a repertoire of med-spa treatments. Trained technicians use an 808nm Diode Laser Hair Removal System to zap unwanted hair, and for more extensive make-overs, Laser Lipo treatments melt excess fat, slimming waistlines just in time for hula hoop season. Skinetics' also offers laser lip to sculpt and slim the body, as well as permanent cosmetics, microdermabrasions, and spider-vein or cellulose treatments.
A specialist in pain management, licensed massage therapist Mariquita Smith and a team of therapists help clients relax muscles and release tension inside a cozy studio. Therapists treat chronic aches and pains with the more intensive deep-tissue and Thai modalities and penetrating relief of hot stones. To induce relaxation and promote wellness throughout the body, they utilize the gentle, flowing contact of Swedish and prenatal massage. Their reflexology sessions apply precise pressure on the hands and feet to relieve soreness attributed to stress or overly enthusiastic high-fives.
Ricky gingerly stretched his left shoulder as the bell rang, signaling the start of the third round. He wobbled back to the center of the ring and stared into the Sledgehammer's black shark eyes. Ricky glanced nervously at his opponent's gloves and bit down on his mouth guard. The tension in the crowd was palpable—it's not often that an amateur fights a pro.
Ricky knew the Sledgehammer was weak on his right side, but there was no way he could throw a decent punch with a bum shoulder. Coach had warned him not to over-train, but he didn't listen. Had to work on his left jab. Had to get stronger, but where did it get him? In a ring with the Sledgehammer and a torn rotator cuff, that's where.
The punch landed on Ricky's ear, and he was back on the ground. His vision swirled in a miasma of blue ropes and blurred faces. The blow muffled the sounds of the shouting crowd, but Ricky wasn't down. Not yet. He slumped in his corner, holding his head between his gloves. Just as the world started to right itself again, he felt a hand on his shoulder.
"Your coach sent me," said the voice that belonged to the hand. "Try to relax."
Fingers pressed into Ricky's shoulder, and pangs of discomfort melted seamlessly into utter relief. He groaned as his arms slackened and the pain ebbed away. "This won't be a permanent fix, but it might get you though the round," the voice said. "Be careful, though, or you could make it worse."
Before Ricky could express his gratitude—or even see the man's face—the bell had rung again. His legs shook as he rose and approached the center of the ring, gloves poised for attack.
The Sledgehammer took a swing, but Ricky ducked and aimed a left jab at his opponent's head. His legs drove the punch; momentum surged through his core. As his glove made contact, beads of sweat ricocheted off the Sledgehammer's face. His features went slack as he fell to the ground.
The ref tapped the ground three times. As the crowd spasmed and roared with satisfaction, the ref stood, grabbed Ricky's left arm, and held it high. The amateur had won.