Perfumed and air-conditioned, the interior of his unique, chauffeured purple Quicksilver G1 supercar was posh and lined with leather. Diamond grills in his mouth, dark emerald hair slicked back with diamond earrings, rings and jewelry chains adorning a lean and tattooed frame peacocking in a ritzy Ermenegildo Zegna ensemble, the Connoisseur paid a narcissistic, nearly psychotic attention to his visage. Seated next to him in the backseat and before him in the front seat were his cronies, his goons, his bodyguards. "This is a pretty sweet ride boss!", exclaimed a bodyguard, his gloved hands on the steering wheel, the intoxicating roar of the Quicksilver G1's 7.0 liter V-8 engine drawing a smile across his face.
"Turbocharged and supercharged V-8 engine spittin' out over a thousand horsepower. Decked out in high tech and special seats, ha!", the Billion Dollar Boss grinned, "This shit's hotter than any f***** Lamborghini! Doors open up like a seasoned whore too", the Connoisseur jested, drawing raucous laughter from his cronies, laughter partially from humor and largely from fear. "Man what I wouldn't do for a ride like this", one of the cronies, Dwayne, confessed, admiring the fine leather lining his seat. "Yeah?", the Connoisseur paused, wide-eyed and piercing Dwayne's gaze with a sociopathic quality, his diamond draped wrist raised for all to see, "First you gotta get a wrist so cut it looks like a shark bite. Second, you need a bunch of m*********** sour at ya for makin' billions while you spend weekends at the Villas Resort with their moms doin' stunts on boogie boards. Third.. have a hard time holding alligators down".
"And you think I can pull all of that off?", Dwayne asked, his expression expectant, hopeful even. And the Billion Dollar Boss' answer? Laughter. Hysterical laughter. "Man f*** all of you hoes! Course you never pullin' that off. Cause credit card scammin', liquor store robbin', crack selling m********** like you will never f*** with stock stealin', health-care robbin' OGs like me!", the Connoisseur laughed, scoffing in venomous disrespect. Silent and casting his gaze downward, Dwayne said no more, and the soon the car came to a stop. They'd arrived at the nightclub, a notorious haunt for mobsters and criminal monarchs. It was here that the Certified G was to meet with the head of the Corleone Family; Don Vito. Stepping out his G1 supercar, the Connoisseur's instructions were clear, "Two of you goons are rollin' inside with me. Dwayne you stay in the car".
"Don't ya dare drive off with it, son. Cause if you do, if you do! I'll strangle ya so hard your neck's gonna be thinner than a Puerto Rican's moustache", the Certified G warned, his pale features wearing an earnest intensity. "But I love ya kid, so relax", he laughed, demeaning Dwayne with a kiss on the top of his head, exiting the car with two large cronies flanking him from each side. Peacocking into the nightclub with a gold-embellished cane and a gold-plated, ivory glitzed SMG called the 'Bona-Fide Stud' held by his vest, King Con strode with a show-stopping swagger, his two bodyguards following faithfully behind him. He soon slid into a seat by the corner, his cronies standing by him, their arms folded behind their backs. Don Vito had yet to arrive. The discussion of Gothic's reconstruction was an important one. And while he waited, the Connoisseur ordered a glass of Johnnie Walker's Blue Label scotch whiskey.
So Jason Guida's got a professional MMA record of 19-28. These are the kinds of fighters who have no business getting into the fight business. Seeing a record that bad, it's hard not to worry for his health if he's getting beat the f*** up that frequently. I look at that record and I wonder who are the 19 people this guy beat, LOL.
@_alistar_: I think he needs to defend his title. If he doesn't want to and just wants to stick to superfights, he can vacate the title. Because as you said, the entire division is at a standstill because he doesn't even seem to have any intention of defending his title.
If Max Holloway was a trash talker, he'd have been guaranteed a title shot by now. Nine straight wins in dominant fashion? He shut down Ricardo Lamas and the last ten seconds of that fight was a special moment you just can't manufacture. I'd love to see him in a rematch against Conor. I think he might actually win a rematch if Conor decides to defend his title.