"Fighting out of the red corner, with a record of 16 wins, 3 losses, this man is a generalist, fighting out of Espera, Molossia. Standing at five feet, ten inches, one-hundred eighty-three pounds, he is " The Micronation" Kevin Bulgh!"
The crowd roared their excitement. Kevin was an excellent fighter.
"And now, fighting out of the blue corner, with a record of 20 wins, also a generalist, 7 losses, fighting out of Paris, France. Standing at five foot nine inches, he is "The Frog" Francis Bonnefoy!"
The two men circled each other, each positive they were going to win. Losing meant certain death after all. This was underworld brawling.
The Frog started the fight. A straight jab found the Molossain in the unforgiving grip of the shorter, but considerably stronger Frenchman.
WHAM! The Frog's knee sailed smoothly into the Micronation's ribs, striking hard multiple times before said American could catch his breath, and the Frog started in on the takedown.
Oh hell no. The Micronation knew better.
The Micronation turned around and landed a solid kick to the groin, effectively knocking said howling Frenchman onto his back.
The taller man pounced.
Fists slammed over and over again into the face of the beautiful Frenchman, almost promising the victory...when a suprise superman punch from the supposedely immobile Frenchman knocked the Micronation out cold.
The crowd was rabid. Cheering for blood, screaming their assent when the Frenchman rose and gestured to the man on the ground. Screams of joy turned to boos as the Frog propped the Micronation against the cage and walked away.
"I couldn't do it even if I tried." Francis thought to himself as he changed back into his clothes. "I love him after all."
-Well, what did you expect?-
Hey! Hope you liked it, because I researched all this morning to fill the request from Austria's buttscratcher . And even then this wasn't nearly as good as I'd hoped it would be. But hopefully you guys liked it more than I did. Please review if you want to!
Hasta la Pasta!
