What Stinky Owes This House

I have stood in the center of this territory and done the work that every man here was too comfortable or too frightened to do, and I will not pretend that the recent ledger does not read against me, because it does, and I am a man who reads his ledger with clear eyes.

The Ghost of Death By Me put me on the canvas in two rounds at the top of the card, and I carry that result the way a man carries a debt he intends to settle, not as an excuse, not as a wound to display, but as a number that must be corrected.

Now I am told that Stinky has something important to share with an audience that paid to see work, and what Stinky has delivered is a sentence about someone's mother. That is the full inventory. That is the sum of what Stinky has brought to this house.

I want you to hear me, Stinky, and I want you to hear me with the same quiet you would give a man who has nothing left to lose from being precise: I am going to walk into that ring and I am going to take what this match is worth, and I am going to take it cleanly, and you will have nothing interesting left to say.

The audience is owed that much.