who wanna kill me

Referee:

“Everyone is an absolute nut job y’know…”

Referee:

“And here comes THE TITANS…

I swear, I always end up face-down on the canvas floor. God—just BREATHING wrong, Bald Bull sends me on a one-way flight to Istanbul.

Super Macho Man. Truly, it’s an HONOR to ref for him. After the match, his colleagues were handing out merchandise. One of them gave me a CD on ‘How to Be Totally Rad like Super Macho Man.’ I was intrigued, so I found the nearest trash can for safe keeping.

Oh, Aran Ryan… ‘one of me favorite’ boxers. That absolute— God-awful—LUNATIC. I tried to put Lucky Charms back to his corner… (ahem) I ended up in the corner instead…

As for Mr. Sandman, I don’t really have a problem with him. But I will say one thing. That man, is TERRIFYING. I’ve watched him club boxer after boxer—without breaking a drop of sweat. I don’t even know if anyone actually laid a punch on him. All I remember is how many boxers he sent to the hospital.

And when he wins—when it’s over? I’m the one who has to raise his glove. That same glove that annihilated every opponent.

Tell me—who wouldn’t be afraid?”