One time when I finished my height cut for an underground street ultimate street boxing championship title fight (when I was only 16) I was benching teh 270 and an aging, bald fight promoter shook Bruce Lee by the hand and said 'it is what it is' and pointed in my direction. I quickly went over and touched him wit teh jab only for Bruce Lee to throw spinning shit at me. Luckiy, I threw the overhand right correctly (learnt it in walmart) and he did more spinning shit before falling over sleeping. The fight promoter got up dazed and look me in the eye and said 'that's fucking illegal' before I curb stomped him into dust and rode to the water fountain on my go kart.
It was then that an owl came from the blinding lights of the gym and handed me a letter from K-1 asking me to fight Bob Sapp for the utimate K-1 title fight championship.
You forgot about Todd.

