Ronald "Winky" Wright +124
$400 to win $496
Watch the champions fall..........
:sadwave: :sadwave: :sadwave:
kneifl
$400 to win $496
Watch the champions fall..........
:sadwave: :sadwave: :sadwave:
kneifl
Take it to the bank...........
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(found this online and added a little myself.)
It's a Saturday night, furiously fantastic
The air is balmier, the noir ambience exotic
The lights in the Mandalay Bay have been dimmed
Except for the spotlights upon the boxing ring trained
But, inside of me, deep shadows of the rotunda forked
Threads of confusion, seclusion, and delusion
Ticket buyers rush to grab fliers with lineup of bouts
A ring announcer, monstrous screens, tidy scoreboards,
All keep the fans clued-up and on the ball
It gave a syrupy smell of a more intimate locale
It's with much prior wheeling and dealing
That these menacing mad dogs climb through the ropes
As if all-time enemies heading for an ultimate fighting
To annex their names shining on those scoreboards
Ready to carry on a bitter brawl, a bloody game
To claim oneself a royal predator, a great name
The crazed mob gears up for an action-packed show
Whistling, screaming, cheering, hooting--deafening bellow
Frenzied to see who has the eyes on the prize
One howled, "He is the karma! He's never been beaten."
Another brayed, "His robotic movements are unprecedented."
"Jab him to death, son."
"Just another speed bump on your road to victory."
"Go. Box him out"
Yelled the coach from one corner from top of his lungs.
"Go. Break his jaws. Kill him, son."
"You are hot iron. He is just wax."
Growled the other coach as if to chew the boxer's ear.
"Knock the hell out of him." Commanded he.
Pumped up, hyped up, and psyched up
Wearing bad moods and vomiting killer instincts
Both combatants looked steaming mad when the bell rang
One flicked out lightening quick jabs at his enemy
While another punched with thunderous "What-whap-whap!"
One whipped the other while trying to dodge inbound blows
Each worked hard to land more punches on the other
One bled heavily from his wretched nose
While the otherthe moment he got an accidental head butt
Incessantly, bled from a slit on his forehead
Repetitively, holding breath, panting hard, fumbling
Both of them carried on round after round
Until one knocked the other down on the floor
Quickly, the referee horned in, acting as a mediator
Banging on the floor with his right hand
While counting down on the faller's ill luck
He litigated with him to respawn or to give up
Because the decision has to be made
For the weak shall perish with defeat
And the strong shall subsist with victory
I bewitched all three of them in my mind
And pictured the trio as a reflection
Of our Id, the nature, and our Superego, the nurture
And our Ego, the authoritative verdict of mind
All three of them interplaying, resisting, co-existing
Manifested in every persona and embodied in every individual
It's an inseparable triad of character
That fuels the dynamics of human nature
Tonight Winky is no twinkie
most definitely he will dominate
all day making Taylor look dinky
right left jab hook their goes Taylors Fate
kneifl
(found this online and added a little myself.)
It's a Saturday night, furiously fantastic
The air is balmier, the noir ambience exotic
The lights in the Mandalay Bay have been dimmed
Except for the spotlights upon the boxing ring trained
But, inside of me, deep shadows of the rotunda forked
Threads of confusion, seclusion, and delusion
Ticket buyers rush to grab fliers with lineup of bouts
A ring announcer, monstrous screens, tidy scoreboards,
All keep the fans clued-up and on the ball
It gave a syrupy smell of a more intimate locale
It's with much prior wheeling and dealing
That these menacing mad dogs climb through the ropes
As if all-time enemies heading for an ultimate fighting
To annex their names shining on those scoreboards
Ready to carry on a bitter brawl, a bloody game
To claim oneself a royal predator, a great name
The crazed mob gears up for an action-packed show
Whistling, screaming, cheering, hooting--deafening bellow
Frenzied to see who has the eyes on the prize
One howled, "He is the karma! He's never been beaten."
Another brayed, "His robotic movements are unprecedented."
"Jab him to death, son."
"Just another speed bump on your road to victory."
"Go. Box him out"
Yelled the coach from one corner from top of his lungs.
"Go. Break his jaws. Kill him, son."
"You are hot iron. He is just wax."
Growled the other coach as if to chew the boxer's ear.
"Knock the hell out of him." Commanded he.
Pumped up, hyped up, and psyched up
Wearing bad moods and vomiting killer instincts
Both combatants looked steaming mad when the bell rang
One flicked out lightening quick jabs at his enemy
While another punched with thunderous "What-whap-whap!"
One whipped the other while trying to dodge inbound blows
Each worked hard to land more punches on the other
One bled heavily from his wretched nose
While the otherthe moment he got an accidental head butt
Incessantly, bled from a slit on his forehead
Repetitively, holding breath, panting hard, fumbling
Both of them carried on round after round
Until one knocked the other down on the floor
Quickly, the referee horned in, acting as a mediator
Banging on the floor with his right hand
While counting down on the faller's ill luck
He litigated with him to respawn or to give up
Because the decision has to be made
For the weak shall perish with defeat
And the strong shall subsist with victory
I bewitched all three of them in my mind
And pictured the trio as a reflection
Of our Id, the nature, and our Superego, the nurture
And our Ego, the authoritative verdict of mind
All three of them interplaying, resisting, co-existing
Manifested in every persona and embodied in every individual
It's an inseparable triad of character
That fuels the dynamics of human nature
Tonight Winky is no twinkie
most definitely he will dominate
all day making Taylor look dinky
right left jab hook their goes Taylors Fate
kneifl
