“Leave it to Aidan Morag and Jack Clemmens to cast me as boy named Jack this week. Whether I want to or not, I have to take those two’s magic beans and plant them. As soon as that stupid beanstalk grows, I have to climb it all the way to a shooting range in the sky. Once I’m there I get to be target practice for a Polynesian giant and his Megalodon sized rifle. Hurray!”

“So yeah, dropping the sarcasm and the cliche fairy tale, it is pretty easy to guess from my description above that I’m facing Vin Wesley this week. There is no shying away from the fact that is going to be a tough match for me. Vin is a big guy. In the past I have not faired so well against big guys. See my fights against Damion Darkside and Lord Raab as proof. Vin’s size is not what makes him dangerous though. He’s a very cerebral fighter that can easily calculate the exact amount of force he intends to use. A behemoth with brains. Fuck. Me.”

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There is no better feeling than getting to celebrate that achievement. Or so I’ve heard. I never got to enjoy my moment in the sun after I won and successfully defended the Vendetta Championship. Vin, you and your buddy Seth Daniels decided to hit the ring in the every week in the build up to ‘United We Stand’ and put the boots to your potential opponents. Y’all did it to me three times. Three times I could have basked in the glow of personal achievement. But fucking no, you guys had to prove you had the biggest dicks in the room by running everyone down. You and Seth both had to belittle my belt and wins just to prove how bad you were going into the tournament. Fighters don’t get a lot of personal glory Vin and you dirtied the few happy memories I’ve accumulated in my career. Now it’s time for me to finally collect one at your