Making Good On A Raw Deal

When he agreed to fight his opponent, Tim “Gumby” Sanders, he was going off a memory. The pair were on the same card two years prior, and he recalled a scrappy guy with arms and legs that could reach halfway across the cage. 

On the day of weigh-ins, he stood across from Sanders; however, this was not the same individual. It was as though his limbs had been filled with air and then tied into place with thick veins; his neck only existed in theory. The only way he connected this walking fire hydrant to the Sanders of before were the tattoos brandished upon his hardened physique. 

In his mind, he went from Goliath to David, and he was eager for the challenge. 

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