Last winter Matt had fallen under hard times and was working at a Christmas tree lot to make extra money. I felt bad for him and bought a 8' Scotch Pine off him. As he was helping me carry the tree to my vehicle he said to me "Will you be putting this up yourself?" I replied "No, I'll be putting it up in my living room, you sick fuck!" We dropped the tree and went at it. I hit him with an inside crescent kick to the liver, followed up with a spinning back elbow, which put him on his ass, and then proceeded to ground 'n pound him, finishing him off with heel hook. Let's just say he won't run his smart mouth at me anymore.