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My brother's best friend, Marcus, was slated to compete in some kind of ultimate fighting event in Downtown LA tonight. I just found out from a friend that he got into the ring, was clobbered with three stiff hits to the head, and had a grand mall seizure in the ring.

He's at the hospital now...I can't get ahold of my brother to find out how he's doing. If praying's your thing, do eet. Marc's like my other little brother...grand mall seizure = "holy *crap*, that's bad", so...yeah.

ETA: I think it worked, guys...just got a call, he's got a broken nose and tooth? But he's okay...staying overnight for observation.

*iz relieved*

ETA 2: PAUL STANLEY FROM KISS WAS AT THE SHOW. I WAS SUPPOSED TO GO TO THE DAMN SHOW BUT MONKEY BOY COULDN'T GET ME A TICKET.

*flails, falls over, and hates her luck*

On another note, Marc's probably gonna sue the CA Athletic Commission...turns out the guy's got a record three pages long of wins and losses, and has a rep as a mean SOB. It was a total mismatch, and they actually closed the event after Marc went down.

So yeah...motherfuckers gonna pay. You don't mess with *this* family. Word. And represent. And all that good stuff. *nodnodnod* ;)