Boxing a New Way

I guess that UFC match did happen in Muncie with 12 women there, but I was asleep, thus no memory, and no conscious victory. They brought me into the ring days later. It was in the back of a bail bondsman office adjacent to the police station, and just showed me the ring. I thought it was cool, but it didn't relate to me. Death is always a part of losing these matches. It is part of my intuition that I won against the crookedest female cops in history. I never mean to harm, but rage cannot be contained when the sky is falling that day. Mr. Tyson, you are in vicinity. You need to stay away or your fighters will pay. It is not me, but I will not show you my cards either. I want to remain non parapalegic for another day. The Line Deputy will ultimately handle all of you in the ring. Nasty sexuality towards me every day. He prepares in silence and clenses his inner violence. If I can take it, can't all of you? I think I was his KNOCKOUT all along. Hug hug, kiss kiss. Hope