Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-34263048-20181001143651/@comment-36855838-20181002044127

Oh joy, a Lizardman!

The crowd cheers as she steps into the ring, and my heart fills with dread, but I stand tall, ready to fight.

"You single, dear?"

We both remove our shirts at the same time, tossing them back into the pit around the cage.

"You know it, mister!"

With three great clangs, the fight begins.

"Yankovic, prepare to meet your maker!"

"I won't lose to you, gator elbows!"

"Tough talk, you filthy ape! But the bell has rung, and you're trapped in here with me!"

She throws a powerful punch, and I feel the wind woosh past my cheek.

"I'm sorry, miss. Really, I am."

Another punch goes just a millimeter wide, and I get closer.

"But I'm not trapped in here with you."

I weave under another punch, and dodge a swipe of her tail, I put all of my force into a slug at her back, and she stumbles forward, if not for her tail, we'd be starting her Ten Count.

"It is you who is trapped in here with me.