What if I told you that TMS bartender Rich and I have rolled all the greatest physical, mental, and emotional challenges from those fields into one special custom maki roll of pure iron will? Surely it would be the greatest sport of all time. And so it is. BEHOLD!
Inaugural Championship Divisions
- Hot Pastrami with Spicy Mustard (Knuckle Sandwich Classic)
- Nashville Hot Chicken (Knuckle Sandwich Diablo)
- Chicken Tinga Tortas (Bocadillo Nudillo)
- Lettuce Wraps (Gluten Free Knuckle Sandwich)
- Battle for the Galaxy (1 LB Astronaut Ice Cream, Ring is a Trampoline)
- 6' Party Sub (Knuckle Sandwich, Heavyweight Division)
- Endless Pieogi Hell (Golonka Kanapkę)
- Knucklopoulous Sandwichipillos (Gyro Brawl)
Names will be made. Legends will be forged. As intense as MMA, but without all the sweaty wrestling and sexually confused man-boy fans. A thousand years from now, when Mike Trout is naught but a set of bones in the Space Smithsonian, the Sultans of Mars will wildly throw their Mars Dollars at the greatest eating and hitting and eating-hitting champions the solar system has to offer. Torbog Ricketts IX will finally hire TheoBot 9000 to rebuild the proud MarsCago Fighting Stable to the glories of the past. Past, present, and future will all rush to claim glory in a sport built for the screaming rush toward dominance that is the heart of mankind. And you were here to witness its birth.
Float like a butterfly, sting like a ham-laden Kathy Bates. Make way for Knuckle Sandwich!