A while back, TTGF was walking past Saurfang on the way down to Paragons, and we started talking about how awesome he is. While we were talking about him, I realized that in Warlords of Draenor we might have to actually fight the younger version of Saurfang, and perish to his fearsome cleaves.
But then I thought about it a little more - what if Saurfang fought Saurfang? By this I mean the grizzled old veteran Saurfang we all know and love ("Old" Saurfang) versus the brown-skinned, less-experienced but younger and stronger Saurfang of the Iron Horde? ("Young" Saurfang).
And you know what? If we're really messing around with history, why not make it Old Saurfang taking on Young Saurfang and his brother, Broxigar? Would Draenor even survive this clash? Would the planet end up shattered and cleaved into pieces a la Outlands from the ensuing destruction?
So who would win in such a bout? I have to still think Old Saurfang would emerge on top. He's fought so many more battles than a pre-Azeroth Young Saurfang/Brox and has so much more fighting experience. And even if he's lost a step or two to age, he's clearly still a badass, judging from the scores of slaughtered mantid in the Underhold tunnels.
It'd be really interesting from a lore perspective, too, since you KNOW Old Saurfang wouldn't want to fight himself and his brother. But in their eyes, he'd seem like some nightmare apparition - an evil doppelganger, twisted and corrupted, with monstrous green skin. Young Saurfang & Brox would probably recoil in horror and immediately leap to defend themselves, especially given how superstitious the Draenor-era orc clans were.
After a pitched battle, Old Saurfang has used his superior skill and patience to defeat his brother and his younger self, and he's standing over their unconscious bodies, leaning on his axe, panting and gasping for breath. He won, but just barely, and he's never felt so tired and "too old for this shit" in his life.
Fighting himself? Fighting his long-dead, beloved brother? It's too much. He's thinking about how he's going to go find Thrall and tell him he can't do it anymore, that he's tired, that he just wants to retire and enjoy his well-deserved peace...
But his thoughts are interrupted as someone leaps in front of him, standing protectively in front of the two fallen orc warriors. Old Saurfang grunts in surprise and lifts his axe, preparing to meet his new foe. A smaller opponent, less muscular than Saurfang or Broxigar. Shorter. Younger.
Then Old Saurfang realizes who it is.
(Enjoy your Monday!)