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When considering a $400,000 Ferrari, do you really have to ask the floor salesman, "What's under the hood?" I wanted to know, somewhat arrogantly, I suppose, who Northcutt really is, as if I didn't already know, as if I had a right to question what was so obviously on display without the smoke and mirrors of the usual low-budget showroom. I also wanted to ask him, more than anything, about what goes on beneath his apparently fiberglass, perfectly smoothed shell. In the ornate lobby of the Grove Hotel in Boise, Idaho, I wore jeans and a white dress shirt buttoned at the collar in a nerdy street preacher affect and stood near the elevators waiting to interview Northcutt about his upcoming UFC fight, and about his life as a perceived mannequin. Cartoon Lightningīut before all of that, I might have also thought Northcutt was weird, meaning atypical from my vantage-as a physical specimen, an Aberzombie, a child of God put on this earth to look better in a T-shirt than most of us mortals, to fight better, to make more money at a younger age, to eat all of the meat and drive all of the cars. Shades of death were in front of me, Ottow's eyes doggy paddling toward the back of his head, the crowd in my periphery at a roar. I was octagon-side and felt microscopic hairs on the back of my neck wincing to find an exit. Or perhaps he dreamed of nothing, lost in the deep black without thought, drifting away. Ottow was out cold, dreaming of being younger, perhaps, or more handsome, an up-and-comer again, what many people dream of. The older opponent held to Northcutt's left ankle like a man clinging to the outside edge of a boat, the stormy waters of unconsciousness tossing him from side to side as Northcutt leaned over and thrashed him repeatedly.
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Northcutt beat the tar out of Ottow with hammer fists to the head, eventually hovering like a dark cloud above the splayed-out Ottow.