It slugged. Hard.
I swung back. Tenfold.
Back and forth we went
Hit after hit after hit
Weave after weave after weave
The result? I bet you already know.
No need for me to write down.
Obviously it was stacked.
Results were clear even before it commenced.
But a win is not what I needed
No. A victory means nothing at this point.
I just wanted to see the ol fucker struggle and take a knee.
