Well shoot, let me break it down real simple, we know why they're scared! — I’m just a fur trapper and logger who loves two things: stackin’ timber, trapping beaver, and stackin’ flapjacks. Ain’t nothin’ puts fuel in the tank like a tall ol’ stack of syrup-soaked flap jacks before hittin’ the mat.

I keep hearin’ chatter about Aberdeen, Montesano, and Bethel like they’re somethin’ to be scared of. Talk all you want! Logger Nation don’t do scared. We chew up lumber and eat bark for breakfast, wash it down with coffee blacker than midnight, and then roll into town ready to body-slam whoever’s standin’ across from us.

See, wrestling’s the same as workin’ in the woods — you grind, you sweat, and at the end of the day, only the strong ones stand tall. And buddy, the Loggers stand taller than redwoods.

So go ahead, bring your best. We’ll wrestle ya, pin ya, and celebrate with a golden stack of flapjacks so high it blocks out the sun.

Slammo!