The Thumpster doesn't train. He doesn't stretch. He stands in the middle of your living room at 3am waiting for someone — anyone — to take a shot.
Tip him over and he's upright before your cat has pulled her paw back. He isn't fast. He isn't clever. He is simply, infuriatingly, still standing.
The Thumpster is training. The moment he's ready to enter the ring, collectors on this list hear about it before anyone else — plus every new fighter that follows.
No spam. Just fight-night announcements.