Mr English

Walking down the street shivering as he couldn't speak; he merely destroyed himself during a contest that wasn't worth it. Covered in sweat and blood all he could think of was how he was made a fool of but nonetheless he had made up his mind to do the thing. Well it didn't turn out the way he wanted and knowing himself as a violent freak all he could do was bargain for an uncontested fight which in turn gave him cuts on his face. Still thinking, he hadn't noticed that he was in the middle of another trial where now his savings were about to go totally unlike the other contest where he had deliberately forced himself into a tempting offer not knowing that the only people behind it were cons. So he looked and saw these unfriendly faces coming towards him from both sides and all he could do for now was to let everything go since he had no power to wrestle these mighty men. All he could do was to recognize one of the member's faces in order to execute revenge on the correct men so he did what any man in his position would do and that was to admit defeat and let alone be stripped off totally. Arriving home everyone was shocked to see what was standing in front of them, he was so messed up that even a vagabond would completely look more stunning than him. In the bedroom he told his wife that revenge was the key to establishing peace in his mind and he was certain that he was going to attain his independence as he was a well-trained vet so he promised to get back all that was taken from him.