You know something? You're right. I've been half assing it. I spent my time and effort running around in wrestling rings wearing leather loincloths, swinging into the ring on a vine with a monkey on my shoulder. You think I'm joking. I'm not. Go look up the XHF Rumble that just happened. I'm literally writing this while sitting in the lower deck of a cruise ship, because apparently nothing bad ever happened on a cruise ship. But that's beside the point. I've really been ignoring my fighting career. Not anymore. From now on, you get 100% of Ross Hanson's attention. That's bad news for Vincent Valentine over there, who thinks he's going to finish the fight that Gaia Galanos started (and then said she didn't want to participate in, because no athletic commission was going to let a 160-pound woman fight a 220-pound man despite the fact I can show you about ten different videos of her fighting men before she got to GCC...) God damn it, I go off track way too easily. Probably undiagnosed ADHD. Or maybe a concussion. I don't know. Fuck Cross Recoba, fuck whoever his partner is. and fuck you Alek. You don't know me, my dad, Gaia, or why we are the way we are with each other. We all have history that you wouldn't understand. I'm glad you spent all that money on your fancy little mouthguard, because it's gonna sell for a lot of money on eBay when it flies out of your mouth and someone dares to pick it up. I came here to fight, not run my mouth. You want to make this personal? Ight. Bet.
On May 8th, I'm ripping one of your arms off and taking it home with me.