You guys, making me spend my Saturday night culling through the hours of random footage we captured from the Strikeforce open work-out in Hollywood just for a King Mo montage. It’s cool, I had plenty of $2.99 Merlot that supplied just the right amount of energy to edit video…and drunk dial my ex. I should make a montage of me drunk-dialing my ex. That would be the most depressing film in earth’s history. You could stick a camera in the heart of Somalia and it would pale in comparison to me moping on the floor covered in Cheeto crumbs and self-pity. Regardless, here is that King Mo montage I promised you guys.