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Dino King
From The Great Outdoor Fight
The Middle son of an immigrant cobbler, and a native dowager, Dino King stood among the few men to use non-traditional standards to win the Great Outdoor Fight.
Born in 1926, King grew up as a busker on the streets of New Orleans, and it was there, working to both make a living, and keep his reputation as a streetfighting man, that his unique fighting style was born. A practicioner of Voodoo Fu, a fusion of laosian and eastern fighting styles, King was one of the only men in the history of the fight to scare his final opponent to death. Through manipulation of his army to utilize the fallen, and careful acquisition of the warmth barrels scattered throughout the Acres, King set the stage for his victory. Upon the second day, King declined to attend the meal in the snack tent, instead giving his portion of turkey (and brandy) to his rival.
King's plotting is what, in the end, brought low his last opponent, one Kensie Mackleroy. Mr. Mackleroy, a known over-imbiber with a weak heart, staggered from the snack-tent upon the second day, having drank two bottles of brandy, and gazed upon a gruesome sight.
Perched atop a burning pile of his opponents, naked, and screaming, stood King.
The sight of this firey hellish visage, on top of three days sleep deprivation and two bottles of fine brandy, was too much for the already dicky heart of Mr. Mackleroy. Dino King, by default, stands tall among the "New-Age" fighters, and high among the legends of the Great Outdoor Fight.
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"Rattle me Bones as I cross the Floor, and the Bones in your Grave'll rattle no more! Loa Legba, Loa Legba, Papa Ghede, Papa Sakpata... Houngan King! Nkisi Raffles, PWEN! " --To Bob Raffles in a 1966 interview, on the Decade aniversary of King's Victory.
"Boy might be a bit of a pansy, what with that "Hoodoo" Malarky... But 'ya gotta love a sonuvabitch who puts the terror on that wordy pantywaist." Young Jude Surrency On King's interview with Raffles.
