Round 2
d.: Okay, Cal.E., I don’t agree with how you did it, but you have an advantage now. The ring is really small, though, so you may need to stand your ground. If The Tuxedo is blind, however, you may have a chance.
C.: First, let me say that it’s on honor and a privilege to be here in a replica of the place where Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. gave his last speech in Houston before he was murdered on the day that we choose to honor his memory. I feel privileged to be a part of an historic event. Now, what were you saying, d.c.?
Tom the Tabby: That was a dirty trick that tricolored trickster pulled on you, but there ain’t no rules in a Texas Cage Match Catfight. What do you want to do, Tux.? Do you want to continue on, or should I throw in the towel? It’s up to you.
Tuxedo: All you gottta do is pour water in my eyes. That’s better. The cat ain’t the one dat worries me, doe. That d.c. scot is ubiquitous!
T.the T.: Not only that, but he’s everywhere! He’s the trickster’s manager, the ring announcer, and the referee. It would seem that team Cal.E. has an advantage, but again, no rules apply to this kind of fightin’, so, here’s what we’re gonna do. Just land one good punch and we’re both home free. That frail little pussy cat ain’t got the weight to stand up to a punch thrown by da likes a you! Just gather all that weight you have on you and put it behind the punch. Dat’ll end da fight pronto, and me and youse can get started celbratin.’ (ding, ding, ding)
dc. the announcer: And it looks like the challenger is trying to avoid the huge paws of the tuxedo. She’s doing a much better job of bobbing, weaving, dancing and moving…
Tux.: (Now, if I select an exact ninety degree angle to the cat’s lower jaw and put all my weight behind it, the force should equal forty-two point five pounds multiplied by my fury and anger at her for her dierty trick, add the incentive of getting to do dis legally, and the possibility of getting dat pretty cat’s awesome motorcycle, it would be enough to knock her out. But she’s moving to fast. I must wait for the right opportunity. I’ll just stand in the exact center of the ring and wait until she runs herself down. By my estimation, that should be with about forty-five seconds left in dis round. Den, I’ll punch her lights out and she won't get up ta fight in da next round. Den, I’ll be declared da champion of da world again.
C.: I’m hoping that I can run for the next two minutes, but I’m really tired. I suppose I should have gone on some of those epic hikes with d.c. so I could keep running, but I’m just too tired. I can’t keep running until the bell rings.
Tux.: Here’s my chance…
d.c. the ring announcer: And it looks like The Tuxedo is getting ready to throw a punch. Here’s the windup aaaaaand (ding, ding, ding) saved by the bell. Cal.E. Kat will live to fight another round.
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