Can you feel it? Can you? Pound for Pound is back, full-time. We went into training in Siberia, grew the beard out, got back to our roots. That meant long runs in the snow, crazy situps from the second floor of my cabin, fucking with the KGB agents assigned to spy on me, listening to old electro, Miami bass, Screw tapes, obscure no wave singles, gay disco shit, staring at Scarlett Johansson photos, preparing. It wasn't easy, but it was worth it.
Now we're back and ready to crush the forces of evil, to face down the modern-day Ivan Dragos. I'm not totally sure what that means, but it's supposed to be a warning to all the fake blogs, the hype beasts, the hipster haters, suburbanites, j-Daters, rockists, Republicans, whoever.
Let's do this one, people. Let's do it for Apollo Creed, for America, for capitalism, for the stars and stripes. Let's do it for that kid in Nebraska who might never have had a chance to hear "Is It All Over My Face" or "Ass and Titties" in his whole life without this site. Let's do it. Pound for Pound is back, motherfuckers, tell the world. Music and parties later today.
I will crush you.
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