easyphloem
Branched out member
- Location
- Louisville, KY
In a fight to the death between me and Familytree,
Who would prevail?
I am talking about a no-holds-barred, fight to the finish where we both train for months in the lead up to this epic fight.
When we finally meet it will be in some back alley illegal-type operation and we will have dip our fists (which are wrapped in filthy rags) into a tar/honey substance and then into sharp tacks, there will be people all around screaming incoherently (you should get the picture by now).
The funny thing is, when it is time for the fight to begin, I get a phone call. I have to answer it, so I take off my filthy rag/tack fighting gloves, and pick it up....
Would you believe it, it's Mister T on the phone?
He tells me that he pities the fool who dares fight me in a death match, and I tell him that it is Marc Powell that I am fighting, and he says "who's Marc Powell?", and I say "that's what I've been saying this whole time!".
So I wrap my fists up in the filthy rags and apply the tacks back as best I can. The whole time, Familytree is standing there, getting cold, and totally jealous that Mister T calls me on the regular.
I walk up to him and make him flinch with a fake body blow, and then I kick him in the shins instead. It's all about diversionary tactics.
Just about the time that I am about to beat the ever-loving crap out of him, I realize.....I never waited for other people to chime in with their opinions of how badly I would beat Familytree down in a semi-fair fight....
SZ
Who would prevail?
I am talking about a no-holds-barred, fight to the finish where we both train for months in the lead up to this epic fight.
When we finally meet it will be in some back alley illegal-type operation and we will have dip our fists (which are wrapped in filthy rags) into a tar/honey substance and then into sharp tacks, there will be people all around screaming incoherently (you should get the picture by now).
The funny thing is, when it is time for the fight to begin, I get a phone call. I have to answer it, so I take off my filthy rag/tack fighting gloves, and pick it up....
Would you believe it, it's Mister T on the phone?
He tells me that he pities the fool who dares fight me in a death match, and I tell him that it is Marc Powell that I am fighting, and he says "who's Marc Powell?", and I say "that's what I've been saying this whole time!".
So I wrap my fists up in the filthy rags and apply the tacks back as best I can. The whole time, Familytree is standing there, getting cold, and totally jealous that Mister T calls me on the regular.
I walk up to him and make him flinch with a fake body blow, and then I kick him in the shins instead. It's all about diversionary tactics.
Just about the time that I am about to beat the ever-loving crap out of him, I realize.....I never waited for other people to chime in with their opinions of how badly I would beat Familytree down in a semi-fair fight....
SZ