My brother Titus and I had quite a few issues when we were boys, our father left us when we at a young age. It feels likes I've never met the man. The lack of a father figure resulted in us having issues with the family and the law. The city that we lived in had the its highest crime rate of all time, our mother didn't want us to be mixed in with the wrong crowds. While Titus was a hot head, I could keep my head straight and focus on the goal at hand. Between the both of us I was the brains and he was the muscle, but I always had his back and he had mine. He was a fighter at a young age, beating on kids at the playground because they went before him on the monkey bars, and all crazy things like that. When I was in High-school I Wrestled and played Football, Left tackle, and like the little brother he his, he followed me everywhere. All I cared about was the big picture, be successful in life by any means necessary. I thought to myself, how could I make money fast and easy? Titus, hes big, Tough, and a fighter, I asked him to sign up for MMA, he quickly accepted. Fight after fight, at his 6'4 stature, he knocked out everyone he faced. After High-School, I became Titus's Manager and started to book him fights. His international popularity was on the come-up. When his popularity started to grow, he became worried that he would disappoint the name of his home town, Baltimore. He bought small objects place under his gloves for the extra power in every fight. City after City, Country after Country there was one place that just didn't see his glory yet, Chernarus. We landed in Russia in early June to cut weight and just see the beauty of the countryside. We traveled over the boarder to Chernarus on the 3rd of July we stayed for a few days to take in the life and the views of the Countryside. All hell broke loose a few days later, people screaming and leaving town, the hell I didn't know what happened, I would soon find out.