Dear "King":
Sorry, I wasn't at your little freak convention in Vegas last month. It would be a little difficult to "come up to your face" when I'm in Houston and you're in Las vegas, don't you think? 
Sincerely,
G o a t b o y
Translation; For the past three to four years I've been trying to play Internet toughguy in front of my fellow Getbig brethren and each time I get made to look more and more like little MissMaryboy crying wolf. You're like a broken record with this shite Goatboy. Remember the old days of you saying 'I'll say it right to Kamali's face! I don't fear him! I'll say it right to his face!' What was that 3500 posts ago? Yes and you have kept a 500 mile forcefield distance from him at all times ever since. Nothing worse than reading your scared ole bitch posts {yet again} backing down {yet again}.
We get it, he was mean to you online, your hypersensitive feelings got miffed, you're scared of him in person, even though he would probaly be laughing so hard at the true reality of your 40 year old paunchy out-of-shape self in front of him, that he wouldn't be able to raise a fist to you.
Just put the g'damn Sunday School dress on already Goatboy! Heres a quarter so you can go buy a paper bag to fight your way out of.