Joe’s gonna kill you

A stare down,
as simple as that is how this begins,
they both look into each others eyes,
hatred runs through these two,
much like the fires of Valhalla burn.

They engage in a fight of words,
so much is at stake at this point,
these two warriors will collide in a battle,
that will bring forth blood and pain.

They start with punches and kicks,
enraged in that animosity between them,
one falls,
the fallen warrior is lifted by his neck,
and brought slamming down with a thunderous thump,
the ground shakes as the crowds roar,
they thirst for such carnage,
they feed of this energy.

As they continue to fight,
it clearly begins to show how much one has the upper hand,
man-handling the other with such might,
that even the gods look down from their Olympus to witness such a glorious fight.

One rushes the giant,
as the crowd begins to wail…
"Joe’s gonna kill you…Joe’s gonna kill you"
Fear begins to creep inside the opponents mind,
will death come at the hands of such a ferocious beast,
or will he be able to tame such an animal in the ring.

Joe, our archaic "hero" as they say,
begins to pummel away at his helpless opponent,
he brings him to a corner and begins to fire away,
he knocks him down,
but that is where the fun really begins,
He lashes at his face,
driving his boot through the poor mans eyes and nose,
it seems this has ended the pain,
but its only the beginning of what’s to come.

Joe steps back and takes a running start,
he lunges at the helpless man knee first,
and drives it into the beings skull,
the crowd roar at such carnage,
and begin to wail again…
"Joe’s gonna kill you…joe’s gonna kill you…"

The man is bloodied and bruised,
and Joe signals for the end,
he places the mans face under his arm,
lifts him up unto the skies,
hold both legs while looking at the crowd.

The man’s neck is now above Joe’s shoulder,
and is lingering helpless at such show of strength,
This is the end of this young man’s life,
and the crowd feel it, and again begin to wail away,
Joe then slams his body down,
impacting the man’s neck on his shoulder…
there is crack heard in the arena,
and all is silent.

A fighters neck is now broken,
and the crowd begin to cheer,
Joe reaches for a towel,
to wipe off the blood and tears of the man he’s just killed,
once done with his cleaning,
he places it around his neck,
one more man for record,
one more blood stain to add to his track.

(I’m a wrestling fan and got inspired to write this today, dont ask why. If you don’t know who samoa joe is look him up on you tube, and his move, called the muscle buster…trust me it does more than bust muscles…enjoy the read everyone…Hasta!)

Prophet-
Sherman R. Tovar