Introduction

The end of the world has arrived. Or rather, that was the idea my parents had when they named me. It might have been a bit exaggerated at the time, but they weren't far from the truth - that is, if you meet me on the canvas.

From the ring, to the cage, to the streets, to your place. I don't need an excuse to whoop your ass - just a location.

While releasing my pent up, primal rage on punching bags help a little; nothing beats the sensation of sinking my gloves or fists deep into some weak prey, especially an overconfident rabbit~ Oh, you have a problem with that? To the front of the line you go ~

Can't wait to knock you out, don't be a stranger.

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