The service begins.
Roar of the crowd, braggadocio of the actors.
Pain from those body slams, a broken wrist.
The faces contorted, contestants holding wrists,
favored a leg and crying out.
An effort with the legs kicking out and surprised
grimace on the contender.
The final blow, a three count.
The crowd chants.
The king retains the crown.
The service is over.
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Author:
JDB (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 8th, 2024 04:50
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Comments1
WWA, reality show, family gathering, or funeral. A fun read
Fun writing it. Glad you enjoyed it.
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