Brockton would charge in there, back Wlad up and hammer the krap out of him. He would lean on the big Ukrainians chest and pummel him with a sickening barrage of hooks to the ribs, then as soon as Mr Klitschko dropped his elbows, Brockton would unleash his fabled right uppercut. Like the hammer of Thor himself,the Brocksters devastating delivery would connect with Wlad's chin and cause the heavyweight champ to fold from the knees down. A great sound like Moses parting the waves would spread out through the stadium as the thousands in attendance and millions around the world drew breath. In slow motion the giant would crumble in a heap onto the canvas, and the refferee would begin his count. Just one minute of the opening round will have passed, and luckily for our hero who is already out of breath after a training diet of deep fried turkey, after just ten more seconds it is over. The ref waves his hand, and Brockton jumps onto the bottom rope in the corner his hands raised high in jubilant celebration. The rope gives way and Wlad's conquerer falls out of bed wakes up and has his cornflakes.