Mark TKO v Fantana - the fight 9 years in the making is finally on....

He lay face down in the desert sand
Clutching his six-lagers in his hand
Punch from behind, I thought he was dead
But under his heart was an ounce of leather
But a spark still burned so I shouted to my wife
And late that night I saved the life of TKO

(TKO... TKO . . .)

She nursed him till the danger passed
The days went by, he mended fast
Then from dawn till setting sun
He practiced with that deadly right
And hour on hour I watched in awe
No human being could match the cross of TKO

(TKO... TKO... )

One day we rode the mountain crest
And I went east and he went west
I took to manliness and wore a star
While he talked of Ipswhich near and far
With gloves and blood he gained such fame
All throught the West they feared the name of TKO

(TKO... TKO... )

I knew someday I'd face the test
Which one of us would be the best
And sure enough the word came down
That he was going to watch Ruiz in Manchester town
I left my wife out in the street
And I went in alone to meet TKO

(TKO... TKO... )

They said my speed was next to none
But my lightning jab had just begun
When I heard a blast that stung my cheek
The gumshield went I let out a non-gay shreek
And I was looking down the fore
Of the deadly right hand of TKO

(TKO... TKO... )

They say that was the only time
That anyone had seen him smile
He slowly lowered his fist and then
He said to me "We're even, you fat fuck"
And so at last I understood
That there was still a spark of good in TKO

(TKO... TKO... )

I blocked the path of his retreat
He turned and stepped into the street
A dozen crackheads spit fire and lead
A moment later, he lay dead
The town began to shout and cheer
Nowhere was there shed a tear for TKO

(TKO... TKO... )

The story spread throughout the land
That I had beaten TKOs hand
And it was just the years, they say
That made me put my fists away
But on his grave they can't explain
The tarnished star above the name of TKO

(TKO... TKO... )
(TKO... TKO... )

thats either the dumbest thing I've ever read - or a modern masterpiece

unfortunately thats where your talent ends

bad blood for 9 yearsm lasck of respect and an attitude problem

there will be two hits - me hitting you and you hitting the canvas. My beer won't even get warm

What kind of fight will it be? IN the Ring, in the Street, will have some pin up dressed in fancy get up like in porno magazine to turn the crowd on or?