“HOLY SHIT, DUDE, WHAT THE FUCK!” Jax explodes. He shoots upright as he stares at Tristan in disbelief. “Jimmy got you a fight in the UFC?!” He jumps up and shoves his friend, but Tristan just continues to grin. Jax makes a move to shove him again—clearly being unable to handle news of this size without any kind of physical outlet—but then he stops and frowns. “If you're fucking with me, man, I swear to God…”
