s Awful and King Kev amass weaponry Sir Jeffulot enters the commentators
booth with his sword drawn. Quietly slitting the throats of those that
would praise the King and piling the bodies in a corner, Sir Jeffulot grabs
the mike. "Hear ye, Hear ye, the King is a fag", echoes throughout the
arena. The crowd roars... The King scratches his head... Bodhisattva looks
confused... The battle begins...
The Awful One finally begins to show signs of his old form as he maintains
a dead heat with the King. The bookies begin to see some action and Sir
Jeffulot howls though the PA every time the King is fragged. The
frustration of falling behind begins to affect the King as he whines that
he has a wound from the previous match. The Awful One looks at the puffy
scratch and laughs. No blood is seen and with Awful leading the King
vanishes. The crowd screams...
Upon his return the King fights with an extreme ferocity that causes the
crowd to begin to hide their headless "King Kev dolls". Awful recovers and
again the match is his for the taking. With Jeffulot screaming and
Bodhisattva not knowing who to cheer for, Awful takes an irrecoverable turn
for the worst. Falling and spinning the Awful One can only hurt himself as
the King develops a deciding advantage.
With King Kev still riding his wooden pony in the castle and the Awful One
pacing about Wadasia frustrated and bleeding, it is decided amongst the
warriors that King Kev is indeed defeatable. The crown will be ripped from
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