You seem to fancy yourself a master storyteller. Well, tell me a story about a man who thinks he can punch people without consequence. That story’s not this story, but in the spirit of burying the hatchet, you get to decide what the consequence will be. You help me restore my honor in the ring with a cross-promotion between the DWL and Dystopia, or I hit you back and take everything you got. It is not for me to ask you why the consequences of punching me never occurred to you. Maybe they did, and you dismissed them. Not smart. So, you decide if you want to take the olive branch out of my bum and work together or if you want to watch me take every goddamned dollar you made for the rest of your goddamned life. I look forward to hearing from you.

Gully