[mr ploppy]

Bare Knuckle Bitch

I was just your average street-fighting hustler, yeah? Smacking people around for fun and taking the contents of their wallets to pay for a night out on the booze with my mate Shaz. Life was simple back then. We were always skint but it was a good laugh.

Then I met this skinhead called Dave. He’s a bit rough-looking, but that’s the way I like them. A proper man, yeah? Not like that bunch of useless walking pricks who beg for mercy as soon as you raise your fist to them.

Dave introduced me to the world of underground cage fighting, something I didn’t even know existed, and a way to use my skills to make some serious money. Enough to get a deposit together for a bedsit so that I don’t have to put up with my pathetic dad any more.

Dave introduced me to some other stuff too, but I’ll let you read about that for yourself. That’s if you think you're hard enough. Either way, if you ever see me on the streets you'd better stay out of my way or I'll deck you.