I will save you the trouble old man.

Steven Solex.

Old man Solex…getting some grey in that hair bud.

I don’t think it matters who you are facing, rather what is at stake. No its not the championship at the end of the tournament. No its not Michael Best sucking off Old Man Kostoff, though i am sure our ratings could skyrocket in certain demographics. Money does make the world go round.

I am more interested in your well-being. Your health. You bleeding in the ring and someone having to clean and sanitize it after i drag you out of it.

I will keep this short, cause first salvos are merely the pretense, the greeting. I am here on the principal desire to beat the shit out of you and whoever to the finals…so that i can sign a proper new contract.


I don’t give a fuck about your past. Its not revelant. You only have to speak into a mic and say something to make me flinch. I don’t think you have it in you Steven. Again i am, just offering an opening shot that has nothing to provide.

You’re a stranger to me, almost just another potential homeless man i have to pick off the streets and set on the right path. But, you might have a savings if you showed up today.

Or you opened a checking cause Lee Best needed you more than he needed me to come back.

But don’t fret, i will fund your hospital visit and anything extra if you wish to continue on this journey. I will laud to the whole that Steven Solex was a scholar, a gentleman, and a damn fool. Probably would be best.

Don’t show up.