The Giant

Momma had never taught him the business side of things. She took care of all of that. The booking, the money; that was all her side of things. He just had to show up for the fights.

When she died, his steady income vanished. He wandered about Greenland, looking for any sort of employment. He fought local gangs for charity but that only paid so much.

And now this short man with the long name stood in front of him. An opportunity to start a war. Money and something to do. He figured it was the best chance he’d get.