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Well, it looks like fencing's bad boy, Raphael De La Croix, has run a foul of the law yet again. Police in Monaco have issued a warrant for De La Croix's arrest in connection with a cat burglary of a priceless diamond from the Prince Renault Museum. Just another black mark for a man who's fast becoming a poster child for bad behavior in fencing. Will the International Fencing Federation finally do something about De La Criox? Or will he get off scott free once more? Break out your lobster bib because somebody's about to get steamed. The Steam Room brought to you by Coke Zero. Coke Zero, the official soft drink of sweaty Q and A sessions. Welcome to the Steam Room where we sweat the truth out of our experts. Along side Reggie Greengrass, I'm Tim Devannon. Reggie, you ready to swallow some hot steam? - The wetter the better. Then the Steam Room begins now. Reg, stealing the Monaco Diamond, come on. De La Criox, sure he's got a lighting-quick perry, but how can the IFF let this skullduggery go unpunished? I hear you, Tim, and De La Croix has got to answer for dropping that crystal chandelier on those museum goers. He hasn't taken responsibility for any of it yet. In fact, just this afternoon, he released a statement saying, "Me? Le Jaguar? Preposterous! Perhaps if the police weren't such bumbling fools they'd be able to catch this man and clear my good name." You buying that? - Come on. De La Croix is clearly Le Jaguar. How many six foot one men with pencil mustaches can there be who move with the grace and power of a jungle cat? - Right! For all of his villainy, there's no denying he's still da Vinci with the sword. Sure, but lately his coule has been overshadowed a little bit by his hot dogging off the floor. Well, no question. His behavior just keeps getting worse. Police searched his car during a routine stop. They found a priceless Rembrandt that they traced to a daring heist at the Louvre. Really? - Of course De La Croix said it belonged to a friend. - Oh, yeah, right. The League let him off with a fine. What is IFF commissioner, Peter James Whistleby, waiting for? What? De La Croix to kidnap a rare white tiger from Artis Royal Zoo? It's true, yes, he spends too much time giving out roses to young, widowed socialites in the stands, and not enough time deflecting his opponents attaque au fer. Widows whom he widowed, no doubt. Yeah, and this week he seduced, married, and divorced Countess Stephania Isabella de Uster of Switzerland, made off with $5 in Nazi gold and a locket that was owned by Catherine the Great. Scoundrel! The Countess spoke to OSN's under the bleachers about that incident. He told me that I was his true love. That I had tamed him. And then he left with my royal coronet while I was sleeping. I still love you Le Jaguar. I forgive you! Poor, sad lady. - Reg, it's time for the final sweat. You're dehydrated and dangerously low on electrolytes. Are you sure you can handle more heat? - I demand it. Here it comes. Is there no one who can bring an end to this dashing nave's reign of terror? I will, Tim. - No, it's too dangerous! I have no choice but to take off the foil once again and vanquish this ratton. God speed, Reggie Greengrass. You've survived the Steam Room. Go rehydrate. Well steamed guys. When we come back, sports music researchers have discovered a brand new Jock Jam to pump up the nation. Stick around.