And with one mighty slurp the fighter’s face was ripped clean, he bled a lot and might have tried shedding a few tears, but the most brutal part about it was he’s been quoted often as saying he couldn’t tell any difference.

“I think it makes me look even better, he is said to say with his lipless mouth a constant grimace of black-ale stained teeth.

“Nary a difference,” he would say and stare off at the horizon.

But one thing did change, he was never again first through any door.

Published by Bryan Aiello

Raised on Florida’s Gulf Coast, Bryan served in the Army, graduated from the University of South Florida and now calls Brooklyn home. For more of his fiction and updates on his podcasts, follow him on Twitter: @bryaiello and Reddit: /u/voyage_of_roadkill.

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