s Awful and King Kev amass weaponry Sir Jeffulot enters the commentators booth with his sword drawn. Quietly slitting the throats of those that would praise the King and piling the bodies in a corner, Sir Jeffulot grabs the mike. "Hear ye, Hear ye, the King is a fag", echoes throughout the arena. The crowd roars... The King scratches his head... Bodhisattva looks confused... The battle begins...

The Awful One finally begins to show signs of his old form as he maintains a dead heat with the King. The bookies begin to see some action and Sir Jeffulot howls though the PA every time the King is fragged. The frustration of falling behind begins to affect the King as he whines that he has a wound from the previous match. The Awful One looks at the puffy scratch and laughs. No blood is seen and with Awful leading the King vanishes. The crowd screams...

Upon his return the King fights with an extreme ferocity that causes the crowd to begin to hide their headless "King Kev dolls". Awful recovers and again the match is his for the taking. With Jeffulot screaming and Bodhisattva not knowing who to cheer for, Awful takes an irrecoverable turn for the worst. Falling and spinning the Awful One can only hurt himself as the King develops a deciding advantage.

With King Kev still riding his wooden pony in the castle and the Awful One pacing about Wadasia frustrated and bleeding, it is decided amongst the warriors that King Kev is indeed defeatable. The crown will be ripped from his head...
~ Property of the WadAsian High Council


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