RE: Just The Facts
04-30-2012, 04:47 AM
The seagull soon gets his answer, as El Niño and his opponent close in on each other. El Niño's hands go straight for the red-masked wrestler's throat...
And then he ducks. El Niño's strike misses entirely, and the smaller man slips away.
"You challenge El Niño to a fight, yet you run like a coward?" El Niño growls. "How pathetic!"
The red-masked wrestler says nothing. But there is a smile on his lips.
El Niño charges at him again, but the man quickly leaps to the side, and El Niño falls flat on the ground. The large wrestler quickly picks himself up, visibly annoyed.
"You cannot hide forever, you pathetic little flea," he snarls. "El Niño will crush you!"
The fight continues in this vein for some time - the smaller wrestler never makes a single attack, but none of El Niño's strikes can hit him. The crowd is now standing up, and booing El Niño every time he misses.
But the seagull, with his keen eyes, can see El Niño sweating heavily. And he realizes that this is the smaller wrestler's plan - he does not neat to outfight El Niño, but rather, he need simply outlast him.
The seagull is not the only one to realize this plan, however. In the stands, one man near the front row reaches into his coat and pulls out a brick. He holds it up, watching the ring closely, waiting for the right moment to strike.
That moment soon comes as El Niño falls to the ground again. The man sees that the red-masked wrestler is facing away from him. He smirks, and flings his brick towards the back of the challenger's head. The great El Niño shall never be defeated.
Unknown to the brick-hurler, however, the seagull overhead saw his throw. The bird moves quickly to save the wrestler.
And then he ducks. El Niño's strike misses entirely, and the smaller man slips away.
"You challenge El Niño to a fight, yet you run like a coward?" El Niño growls. "How pathetic!"
The red-masked wrestler says nothing. But there is a smile on his lips.
El Niño charges at him again, but the man quickly leaps to the side, and El Niño falls flat on the ground. The large wrestler quickly picks himself up, visibly annoyed.
"You cannot hide forever, you pathetic little flea," he snarls. "El Niño will crush you!"
The fight continues in this vein for some time - the smaller wrestler never makes a single attack, but none of El Niño's strikes can hit him. The crowd is now standing up, and booing El Niño every time he misses.
But the seagull, with his keen eyes, can see El Niño sweating heavily. And he realizes that this is the smaller wrestler's plan - he does not neat to outfight El Niño, but rather, he need simply outlast him.
The seagull is not the only one to realize this plan, however. In the stands, one man near the front row reaches into his coat and pulls out a brick. He holds it up, watching the ring closely, waiting for the right moment to strike.
That moment soon comes as El Niño falls to the ground again. The man sees that the red-masked wrestler is facing away from him. He smirks, and flings his brick towards the back of the challenger's head. The great El Niño shall never be defeated.
Unknown to the brick-hurler, however, the seagull overhead saw his throw. The bird moves quickly to save the wrestler.