DOC 'CUZ' HOLLIDAY vs. JOHNNY 'SIS' RINGO

The lights are dimmed, the atmosphere is hazy (that would be the fish poaching...) the protagonists face each other on either side of the arena...(well, the kitchen table actually.) On one side the campaign veteran, jaw set, lip curled, eyes squinting, his hands coiled like a cobra ready to strike...on the other the contender, fresh faced, cool, her soft exterior masking the steely glint of determination behind her look of wide eyed innocence. The host gulps down another shot of vodka to calm her nerves and goes scuttling to a corner of the room (actually I went to see how the fish was doing...)

And then he speaks, his voice like gravel, his lips set into a thin, cruel line: "You've gotta ask yourself one question punk: Do I feel lucky? Well do ya punk?"

The contender locks eyes with her opponent and smiles sweetly as she reaches towards the middle of the table...the veteran recoils, hands instinctively twitching...she parts her lips and her low, husky voice resonates like a death toll around the room..."My deal" she whispers...

Ok, ok, I've slightly mixed up my block busters, but that's poetic license and the performances were worth an Oscar any day of the week...for goodness sake you two get a grip!!  You've had your rematch and now it's one all...the champion infuriatingly magnanimous in defeat and swearing he meant to throw the match...but what's this? A new contender for the title: fresh, young, ruthless, fiendishly disguised as a dumb blond disguised as a raven haired beauty...Ladies and gentlemen, in the green corner, I give you LEELEE LOLLIPOP, hurrah!

Oh, and I actually came second so DA MAN was thrashed by both his cousins...just thought I'd mention that in passing...hee hee.

Comments

[l'anglaise]

Don't know about the lolly sucking, she might just be chewing you both up and spitting you out next time!

[Baby Sis]

Be afraid Cuz! Be very afraid! And as for the Lolly.... she sucks!