My, Here Comes a New Challenger

The 90s There he stands, the 5 foot 9” ascetic, staring back at me with dead eyes. A terrifying string of yellow skulls adorn his neck, a not-so-subtle reminder that mercy would not be shown nor expected. I clench my fists, remember my training, and take a deep breath. 3…2…1…Fight. “If you spent half as…