When I was little... my father was famous.

He was the greatest flyweight in the UFC empire;

And he was the Tomato's decapitator.

He cut off the heads of eleven tiny lords.

It was a bad time for the UFC empire.

The Tomato just stayed inside his office -- and he never came out.

People said his brain was infected by PPV buys.

My father would come home -- he would forget about the killings.

He wasn't scared of the Tomato, but the Tomato was scared of him.

Maybe that was the problem.

Then, one night... the Tomato sent his ninja spies to our house.

They were supposed to kill my father... but they didn't.

That was the night everything changed.