I stood. My eyes afixed in a stare at my opponent. He was mongo.





He stood, laughing, with a hardy throaty chuckle.



"You tiny rabbit!" he charged. then stopped. Laughed. Ran a bit more. As if trying to scare me.





Now, I had a few drinks under my belt. Nothing scared me. And I wouldn't feel pain either. However, my barings were wrong and I was drunk.





I staggered around the ring.



The he ran toward me, and with a great shout he flew through the air, trying to pound me into the ground with his massive body.





"Not this time...turtle,"



I sidestepped (by accident actually, as i had lost my balance) just in time and he slammed into the ground.



I staggered again, not really understanding what was happening. As I fell over, my fist flew through the air and slammed into his head.



a great 'phllllshhht" was heard throughout the tavern.



My hand was green. Covered in turtle blood. Somehow my hand had gone through his head like it was a rotten pumpkin.