Claudio Ledesma is a little guy who can punch.
A body blow from him means you're losing your lunch.
Adam Schortz's last name describes an article of clothes.
But if you make fun of this bantanweight, he will punch you in the nose.
The carnage is sudden, the bloodshed is fast.
In the blink of an eye Ledesma's kicking Schortz's ass.
The ref's seen enough, he'll take no part in the slaughter.
It's not like Schortz has slept with his daughter.
Ledesma's the victor and his face wears a grin.
He fought hard and strong, and came away with the win.
Doug Miller's in the cage now, Rich Van Houton's there too,
A pair of mean featherweights with something to prove.
Van Houton gets a slam and he ends up on top.
The crowd goes wild - in pro wrestling parlance, that's a "pop".
But Miller rallies back, and lengthens the fight.
He won't go down easy, he wants to win on this night.
The ending is brutal, violent and quick.
Dr. Wurmser whispers to Nick Lembo, "Ugh, I think I'm gonna be sick."
Van Houton's too much, his fists are like stone.
Miller crumbles. This bout is done.
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