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Chapter 1: I Knew I Was A Fighter The First Time I Beat My Dick Some people will say they knew they were a fighter the second they left the womb, and those people are lying idiots. How the fuck could you possible even remember that? I don't know one person who remembers being pushed out of their mom's uterus, let alone being aware enough to take stock of what the fuck you're going to do with the rest of your life. I'm pretty sure my first thoughts were "gimme some titty, I'm hungry as shit mom." Anyway, the first time I realized I was going to be a professional fighter was the first time I ever jerked off. The obvious joke here is that I was beating my meat so furiously and aggressively that I realized I was destined for something violent in my future but the truth of the matter isn't as dramatic. I was bored one day after school and saw a video in our collection at home I hadn't noticed before, it was a recordable VHS tape that had UFC 1 written in Sharpie on it. I had no idea what it was, but being burnt out on watching the same old crap movies we had I threw it in the VCR. To my surprise it was hardcore porno and the two hottest chicks I'd ever seen (up to that point, I've seen some shit now but that'll come later in this book) were blowing some lucky lucky pricks prick. Being a horny 13 year old I pulled my pecker out and started slapping the shit out of it with reckless abandon. So there I am cock in hand having myself a time and the screen suddenly switches to the actual UFC 1 event, I mean at this point I'm committed to finishing what I started so I carry on loving myself as Royce and his Gracie train make their way to the Octagon for the first time. Damn if I didn't climax right as Royce "tapped" Art Jimmerson merely by mounting him. My therapist still thinks this is the exact reason I always get wood when I'm making my walk to the cage. At any rate that was the moment I realized what I wanted to do with my life. I joined a gym that, at the time, was considered an MMA gym. All that meant was we had some boxers, kick-boxers, and wrestlers all cross-training together thinking we had any sort of an idea as too what this whole sport was about. The guy who owned the gym, Marcus Reynolds, considered himself an up and coming fighter manager and I signed with him after training there for about three weeks. About six months later he handed me my first pro fight contract. Yes that's right I took my first pro fight just after my 14th birthday. My parents weren't exactly "hands on" parents if you get my drift and they were willing to sign off on the waiver as long as I gave them 50% of my purse. I walked out to the cage that night to take on another fighter making their pro debut in Wade Wilson and I had one game plan in mind, throw as many punches as fucking possible. Which I did. I landed every single punch I threw but came up with more air than opponent when I was throwing combinations, or at least what I thought were combo's at the time. For whatever reason Wilson just wanted to clinch up and throw knees, he didn't throw any other strikes, just knees from the clinch. That was a weird game plan, fuck that guy he gave me my first win. It was pretty apparent I had some talent but needed to shore up my boxing if I wanted any real chance in this sport. I was hooked and willing to do whatever it took to get better, so that following Monday I dropped out of school and started training full time, maybe not the smartest idea but no one has ever accused me of being intelligent. I took my next fight almost exactly one month later and my opponent and his camp also had a singular game plan, but the difference was they wanted to take me down. He shot for eight takedowns in that fight and I stuffed them all. I landed three punches. Just three and collected my first knockout victory. Seeing a man get switched off like that was my new drug. All I wanted to do after that was steal mens consciousness and I did that another seven times over my next twelve wins. I also gathered myself four losses over that time but I managed to capture both the SFO and EFC Bantamweight Championships. My record was an impressive 14-4 and it was clear I had outgrown my current manager and gym. I decided to shop around and see about replacements for both. I let the legendary Barnabas Sackett manage me for one fight, a rematch against Jokke Mela who beat me for my title at EFC 78, and the fight went well. I won and Sackett was great but we both felt something was missing between us to form a longterm partnership. I left the arena that night a free agent again but it wouldn't be for long as the man who guided my career right up to the end was in attendance that night and was about to reach out. I think you, dear reader, know that man as one of the most famous, handsome, sexually gifted, and successful fight managers in the history of the Tycooniverse. Chuck Grace reached out the very next day and so began the most successful period any fighter has arguably ever experienced. Coming up next... Chapter 2: I Have A Chuck Grace On The Line For You, He Sounds Like An Asshole

Thanks to Callum McGregor for the video! Very rarely we would seen in the world of MMA Tycoon a fighter breakout and become a star towards the end of their career but one fighter who is doing just that is 35 year old MMA Helsinki Hall of Famer Leroy Morris (23-13). Leroy Morris has been quite vocal in recent times and being eager to prove himself as one of the best Featherweight fighters in the world he not so long ago called out the legendary fighter Clint Lomax (63-20-4). Clint Lomax wasn't to be the only legendary fighter who wanted a piece of the action: Sadly for all the Martel fans out there, Charles Martel (57-26-2) didn't come close to winning EPL, picking up only 2 wins out of the 10 EPL fights. On the other hand, Leroy Morris had his hand raised at the end of his gruelling 3 round fight with Clint Lomax, with many now calling for the former great to hang up his gloves after adding another loss to his MMA record. With no fight on the horizon, Leroy Morris may well have been the fighter who "broke" Clint Lomax and Leroy certainly believes that's the case. "Of course I broke him, I see him at the end of the fight, that punk knew he lost it, he came out acting Mr Big Shot and got schooled by me and was lucky that one judge felt sorry for him. Fortunately for me, the other two judges were watching the world class performance I was putting on." When asked about the challenge of fighting Charles Martel for the BW Syn title Leroy had the following to say. "The only thing I'm scared of the most is the weight cut. I've never fought at 135lbs before but I'm confident I can make the weight. Why should I fear a has been? I'm the legend killer, Charles Martel is just going to be another name added to the list! He should have retired a long time ago, much like Clint Lomax. I'm looking forward to getting that Syn belt wrapped around my waist, proving that I'm the best BW fighter in the world." We have no clue who's going to be winning this massive fight between these two superstars but one thing we do know, Leroy Morris vs Charles Martel is a fight you do not want to miss!