This one's a no brainer. The Captain will pummel The Rob, dance a merry jig and then piss on the flaccid, prone body of Johnny Canuck before vomitting viloently on the assorted hangers-on. Because, you see, The Captain will beat seven shades out of the pretender to his throne while intoxicated to an impressive level with that famous Burnsie glazed-over look in full swing. The Rob will have trained at high altitudes and existed on a diet of organic Muesli, and bird food in an effort to be fighting fit but, sadly, he will, not to put too fine a point on it, get his cnut kicked in.
I would have to give this to the Captain when is was in his prime, but he's old and slow he is also fighting more injuries that Saku Kovu has fought in his entire career. In short Captain is a paper tiger.
If it's not his groin it's his ankles, not the ankle it's his knees it it's neither of those it would probably be because he had just got laid 10 mins before the bout and it's messed with his follow through.
If it's not his groin it's his ankles, not the ankle it's his knees it it's neither of those it would probably be because he had just got laid 10 mins before the bout and it's messed with his follow through.
Fortunately, I have only broke my wrist once. It was my right wrist in grade 11 but my left hook is still devastating. I have floored a plethora of 12 year-olds over my last 5 years in Tsawwassen. I can go south paw to avoid straining my hip-flexors. Besides, the fight would have been over about as quick as a Westside/Surrey United game.
Anyway this post is moot now because it looks like I throttled the poor fellow from the Valley.