“Some say he was forged in the flames of Week 16. Others say he is the flames.”
Before he was El Scorcho, he was simply Fink.
A numbers guy. A fantasy architect. A man who didn’t just draft rosters—he crafted weapons.
In 2018, he stood on the brink of perfection.
13–0. The first and only perfect regular season in Legacy League history.
He had Mahomes, he had Tyreek, he had Saquon Barkley, and he had destiny in a sleeper queue.
He steamrolled through the league like a fire tornado on Red Bull.
No team came close. Projections? Laughable. Waivers? Irrelevant.
He was inevitable.
But then came Championship Week.
Maybe it was hubris. Maybe it was matchup luck. Maybe it was the fantasy gods needing content.
Whatever it was… he lost.
He didn’t just lose.
He melted.
Witnesses say he didn’t speak for hours.
Just stared at his laptop, muttering things like “How can this happen???" & " Why did it have to be to him!"
And then, he vanished.
The following draft, he arrived late.
Wearing a mask.
Red. Glowing. Charred at the edges.
He no longer answered to "Fink."
He simply wrote "El Scorcho" on the draft board.
His notes were in cryptic symbols.
His auction bids were precise, surgical… terrifying.
One time he nominated a kicker in the first round just to watch the room sweat.
Since then, El Scorcho has remained one of the most feared and respected managers in Legacy history:
3 Championships (1999, 2005, 2013)
75 career wins
Over 19,000 points scored
One soul-crushing, lore-shaping 13–1 season
He doesn’t trash talk.
He doesn’t gloat.
He just drafts. And wins. And sometimes disappears into smoke when the final whistle blows.
They say if you listen closely on draft night, you can hear the crackle of fire when he opens his laptop.
They say if you face him in Week 1, you’re already 0–1.
They say... he’s not here to make friends.
He’s here to El Scorcho.