Introduction

The Sampson genes are strong. The family whispers that when our mother delivered my twin Matt and me, we nearly tore her apart as we'd looped our umbilical cords around each other's throat, fighting even in utero. One early memory is my brother and me in the sandbox as toddlers, slamming our buckets into each other's heads, both of us crying but not backing down.

When we turned to bodybuilding, wrestling, and martial arts in our teens, we became each other's ultimate rivals. We met in competition after contest, testing ourselves against one another. After one match escalated into a knock-down, drag-out brawl, so destructive we both were taken to the hospital. We were separated by security when the fight reignited in the ER.

I moved to a new town, investing in a gym there and building the business. I pick up fistfights at a local fight club when I need extra cash and sometimes pick a brawl with the regulars at the local dive bar to blow off steam. I think each of us has fought all the others by this point. Looking for some action?

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