Das volk are captivated into a crippling trance state as the bell sounds. Sturm trips over his feet, Abe's arms cease up and get stuck infront of his face. It goes to the cards. In the spirit of this great event, both fighters get the win by majority decision. Sadly, as the ref tries to enshrine this historic occassion, Konig Arthur cannot raise his arm as it is glued to his ruddy cheek. His legion of acolytes are roused from their slumber into a deafening murmur. The regimented ranks of clientele become slightly misaligned. Anarchy reigns. A startled, well groomed judge knocks over his much needed 8th tankard of coffee. Alas! The scorecard is smudged! A committee deems it to not to meet legislative standards. A rematch is ordered. The Kingdom of Bavaria rejoices. BOOK IT :deal
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha very good .you forgot the god awful Heavy metal band playing with a fire works display as the crowd clap politely as angler Merkel dances round the ring with her T1ts out. I think I drempt the last bit.