The Legend of Half Beard

So there I was, walking through the tunnel, crowd screaming, music blasting, security on the sides, I can see the light, it's getting closer, this is the moment we have been waiting for, as we enter the light, hands come raining down, the crowd gets louder, this is the moment that will define us, our team, our training, our judgment, our future, all the months of training, the Half Beard sparring, if you can beat a Half Beard, no one stands in your way, except maybe another Half Beard, as we walk the questions come: Did we take this too lightly? Did we train too hard? Are we too confident? Are those titties real? Is that a man or a woman? Shit.
Ok..time for the pep talk..I tell him listen man, you got this...this is a cake walk for us, your gonna breeze through this motherfucker just you always do...you are the fuckin man! There is no question that dude ain't got what it takes to beat you...how the fuck could he? He can't thats the bottom line. Now get in there and fuck him up.
So I stand outside the Ocho, Half Beard nicely trimmed, heart racing, as it always does about this time. Again the second guessing comes into play, I mean a Half Beard training regimen ain't no joke. We had him grow a full beard, under water. Beard pull ups, push ups, then the sparring. 3 hours straight non stop spinning Half Beards, Superman Half Beards, Half Beard guillotines, listen you name the shit we did it. We covered all the bases.
Ok...first round over...man that dude dances way too much...I tell him...dude just bring him the action...takes this dude out...this is your future man...right now.

OMG WTF OMG WTF

Well guess the fuck what...........