It's seven in the evening on November Eleventh. I'm ready. I'm determined. Last year's champion was none other than myself. The year before was me. The year before that, me. Since 2004, me. Always me, never beaten since my first entry. The fight doesn't have some kind of gimmicky name and sure as hell never will. The rules are as follows: the two most powerful and tough men in the country square off, one from the hosts state and one voted from the rest of the US, in a four-sided ring, with the last man standing winning, always only one winner and one loser. The word loser is not in my vocabulary. The word winner is in my bloodstream. Tonight will mark my tenth consecutive fight night victory. The champion myself weighs in at 288 pounds of muscle, is from the lone star state of Texas and his name is Ryan More. The lone star in the Texas flag is me. Ryan More is also known as golden knuckles or the platinum fist. Ryan More has a girlfriend and a boyfriend. That's correct, a boyfriend. Judge me if you wish, you'll just earn a taste of the golden knuckles and the platinum fist. I've been called every name in the book for it. My motto is actions speak louder than words. The girlfriends called Belle and the boyfriends called Jaden. Jaden likes pink flowers and rom-coms. I think Belle works at a Wall-Mart and likes chocolate. The recently dumped girlfriend, Kate, has recently started dating my opponent, "Wide Eyes" Harvey Silver. Your average pussy boy who likes to think he's tough as nails. Am I concerned about this 160 pound lightweight from California, no. Am I annoyed that he has stolen my former blonde goddess, yes. I'm sitting on this seemingly ancient bench deciding what's the most painful way to take him out of the spotlight. The fight will take place in my house this year, well it's just down the road. Texas is where the powerhouses are at, so they chose us to host this year. The whole of the state will watch me, it's not just a trashy bar fight between a drunk and a rebel. Oh, and if you're asking why Mr. Pussy Boy is known as wide eyes, I really have no clue. Probably comes from how far apart his eyes are while his head is stuck in his own ass. Texas does not get along with the Golden Coast. Controversial finish when they hosted it in 1999 apparently. Newspaper headline read Super-Cali-Fornia-Ballistic, Ex-Convict-Atrocious. Wouldn't surprise me if they handcuffed the opposition to the ropes and hit them with a brick. Bastards. I do not get called a bastard. The meaning of the word is a baby who was born before their parents were married. My Momma's dead. She died while giving birth to me. My Dad raised me, he and my Momma never got married. I would do anything for her to come back. Then, at the prime age of 17, my Dad died. Every one of my victories has been devoted to them both. Only 1.21 hours until my golden knuckles connect with Harvey's cheeks, interpret as you wish. Payback time. 10 and 0. The anniversary. I ring Belle on my mobile. Jaden's not into my Fight Night stuff. But he'll sure as hell be at the after party. Let the celebrations commence.
