Dale sat on his couch with a glass of Jim Bean and coke, the livingroom dark with only the T.V lighting up the room. He was watching the reruns of the afternoon fights, in the ring he used to fight in with the glory he once had. Only it was a you get lad... More flexible and athletic than his own...

"Fuckin' goshite..."

He grumbled and was about to break out into a drunken frenzy if only the doorbell hadn't rang. With a groan he heaved his great bulk up standing to an impressive 6"8' feet. When he opened the door he was met with the blue uniform of a postman/woman