Josh Barnett. He would just go towards enemy lines, leaving a trail of suffering and blood in his way, only to return with the skulls of his crushed enemies.
Imagine you're at war, you've been locked in hellish firefighting with the enemy for several weeks, losing a man, taking two of theirs, losing another... In the end there's only you and a lone enemy left, and for three days you're shooting across a deserted field or the ruins of a derelict city. Still nobody can get the fatal hit.
When you've used all of your ammo, and looted the bullets of your fallen comrades and wasted those too, you shout to each other across a bloody no-mans-land and agree hand-to-hand mortal combat to bring an end and name a victor. You stretch, focus, steel yourself, and step into the wind, blood coursing and ready to wage all out war on another human body with your own flesh and bones.
A helmet skids across the breach, an empty AK47 clatters over the ground followed by a pair of empty army fatigues. An Affliction t shirt shoots into the air and floats down gently towards you on the breeze. From out of cover, in black boots and matching tight pants, steps the only thing between you and complete triumph, The Warmaster.
Win some, lose some.