THE ULTIMATE FUCKING CHAMPIONSHIP. WITHOUT THE FUCKING.

AHHH. SO NOW YOU FEEL THE WRATH OF MY DOUBLE CLUTCHING RUG MUNCH HOLD!!!

ITALIAN SAL fights. VINNIE ROSE fights. HABIB fights. Shit, even ANIMAL THUG fights, albeit very, very, very poorly. We ALL fight. In fact if there was one common factor like GODDAMNED GLUE holding this fucking jalopy together it's that we are just as likely to start whipping up on your ass for any variety of real, or imagined, slights, as we are to sit in front of your house with a silenced Walther PPK for laughing at one of our jokes a little too long.

What's that supposed to mean?

We don't know. What we DO know is that when cruising around the web for cooze and stumbling instead on this dealie we have figured out that which we should have figured out a long time ago: only HOMOS fight with other dudes for recreation. And so we are now redoubling our efforts to continue our fighting ways as much as if not more than before. The one small change?

Naked, faked titted sluts.

We will fight them. And we will be naked when we fight them. But we will fight them on the beaches. We will fight them in the trenches. We will fight them in the front seats of our cars. Because victory in and of itself has never tasted so sweet as when it's supped through a slippery slit. Or a straw stuck in a tropical fruit drink. In any case we think you get our point:

fight naked broads!