Ladies and germs, welcome to the main event--the bout for the
Lacedaemonian heavyweight title.
In this corner, wearing the blue trunks--he doesn't mince words and they'll sure make mincemeat out of you *turning to the crowd* when he deigns to share them with us am I right? *back to stage*--the District's very own wizen wizard... MANDARK!
And in this corner, wearing the red trunks--he's making a list, he's checking it twice, going to find out who's snotty and sincerely links Vice... the man with a quiver so full of terse barbs you'd think it practically Artemisian in its infinity, Texas' very own Trenchant... Texan... JW!
Alright boys I want a good clean fight. Arguments are to decline in length but increase in content as the fight progresses. *to fighters* The judges are lookin' for these folks to hear a fart in the wind that hits like bricks, ya grok? *back to crowd* LET'S GET IT ON.