The Fight of the Last Few Minutes!

Me vs. me!

                                                             

The Fight of the Last Few Minutes!

 

"In this corner, weighing in at, err--no comment,

 

In Trunks, Reality-Based Mike! In that corner,

 

Weighing in at 180.5 pounds, not in trunks, Wild Thoughts Mike!

 

The ref is telling them both to go to their corner--hold on, WTM

 

Is adamantly saying that no one back him into a corner!

 

RBM says it's the rule, and to just get over there

 

WTM is yelling, "Screw you choirboy!" and all hell's

 

Breaking loose--both fighters are headed out to fight immediately,

 

It's obvious these two hate each other,

 

And one thing is clear to this announcer, I sure

 

Wish WTM would put some trunks on, it's a site

 

I'll never be able to un-see--another thing is clear,

 

These two fighters have wildly different fighting styles

 

RBM is methodically jabbing, looking for an opening,

 

Probing WTM's defenses if you will,

 

While WTM is throwing desperate haymakers at RBM's head

 

And screaming bitter, profanity-laced epitaphs questioning

 

Everything from RBM's sexuality to his origins     

 

******

 

The end of the tenth and final round is almost upon us and

 

Both fighters appear to be out on their feet,

 

They're standing toe-to-toe, just rearing back

 

And teeing off on each others' head--both looked dazed,

 

Although that's how the both usually look,

 

So it's a little hard to tell--they're both leaning heavily

 

On the other, propping each other up so they can

 

Continue to land punches on the other

 

I don't see this ending anytime soon--wait a minute,

 

WTM is down, apparently not from any punches landed

 

By RBM, it appeared that he exhausted himself

 

And just fell over from the weight of his own crazy thoughts

 

RBM is headed, stumbling really, to a neutral corner,

 

His face is a pulpy mess, one eye swollen shut,

 

Watching the ref count, "...eight, nine, ten!"

 

It's over, at least until the inevitable rematch,

 

Which will no doubt air on pay-per-view

 

Something tells this announcer that these two

 

Will always be fighting--WTM's unconscious limp body,

 

And I'm referring to his whole body, is a bleeding lump

 

Sprawled unmoving on the canvas, while RBM appears confused

 

He looks to be wildly searching the crowd for someone,

 

"Adrienne!" he's shouting--not sure what that's about,

 

But anyway, until the next bout, this is your announcer,

 

  Ringside Ralph, saying so long, once again,

 

In ten bloody rounds, your winner is Reality-Based Mike!"

 

Reviews

[Marie]

I'm glad Reality-Based Mike won, even if he doesn't know that Adrianne is from another world altogether...

[Michael Stevens]

Thank you Marie, and I think Rocky Balboa would be a little upset, don't you?