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2002-03-17

In The Eyes Of The Tiger

Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the main event. Llllleeeeeeeeeet's get ready to ruuuuuuuuumbllllllllle! Here it is! After all you have been waiting for, the wrestling event of a lifetime! Tiny versus The Asher! Who is going to win? This is a first for co-ed wrestling. Let's see how it's going to turn out! Tiny has entered the ring, she's looking confident as every. Talking with Artz, her coach, and most probably making a battle plan. Now, here comes The Asher and his coach, Clarz! Those two seemed to be looking a little smug tonight. The Asher seems to radiate confidence as he and Tiny step to center ring. The referee is explaining the rules to them. They seem to understand, and there it is! There's the bell folks to initiate the match!

Hey babe.

Tiny shoots out a quick punch. It makes contact straight in The Asher's chest. He seems to fumble with his footing. Clarkz is yelling something from the sidelines. We can't seem to make out what it is over the cheering of the crowd. The Asher seems to hear though and he regains his composure. Back into a fighting stance. The two fighters are circling each other.

You're such an idiot.

There it is! The Asher has lashed out with a fast spin kick, almost catching Tiny offguard. She stumbles backwards, leaving The Asher on the offensive. How is this going to turn out?

You'd make a really crappy lawyer.

The Asher makes contact! He knocks Tiny straight into the ropes! What a shot! His fist made clean, clean, contact! Tiny is losing it.

Your arguments have loopholes.

There's another punch doled out by The Asher!

...And you're so lazy!

Tiny can't seem to hold up. The Asher dealing out blow after blow. She's sinking, Tiny is giving under.

I'm going to watch t.v, which is way better than what you're doing: nothing.

There you have it folks! The referee is counting the seconds. The crowd seems to hold its breath.

...

She's gone folks! Tiny has lost this match. What a fight dealt out by The Asher. Wait... There seems to be a problem. Tiny isn't getting up. The Asher and his coach Clarkz don't seem to be paying attention, they're now sharing a victory drink. Artz, Tiny's coach, seems to have left the ring. The meds are coming out now. She's being lifted on a stretcher. How bad did The Asher beat her up, then? There they go! The meds are taking her away. She's off to the hospital.

Beep...

Beep...

Beep...

Beep...

Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep...

Dearly beloved, we gather here to say our goodbyes. Here she lies, noone knew her worth. The late, great, daughter of mother Earth.

Help ... me ...

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