May/Mac (to beard, or not to beard)

McGregors plan was always to grow the beard. He could dip that into something shady and smuggle it into the ring. Simple. All he had to do was clinch and rub it on Floyd's face in close. Shortly....... "my eyes, my eyes", but that could be either one of them. Floyd hits conors chin and then his eye, by round 3 they both look like Berto (you know the one I mean) and spend the rest of the fight staggering blindly around the ring, with audience shouting "he's behind you" in their best pantomime voices. Of course, this audience participation makes Uncle Rog think the voices have returned and promptly wigs out, suffering a complete relapse. "da Fuk" shouts FMS " I got a blind son and a gibbering wreck to contend with now". Meanwhile, things aren't going much better in the McGregor corner " dat fekkin maywedder is quick, so quick oi can't even see him" his corner then point out that he is in fact blind. "Oh, right........fekk! how do oi look? oi was hoping to get some selfies done between rounds! ya know, animal ears n stuff, yeah?". "Ok Conor, but for now lets concentrate on facing the right direction in the ring, you almost hit each other in the last round you know" Roight! And so it continues for several more rounds, one of which broke records for the amount of combined punches thrown! just under five hundred and not one landed. By this point the crowd are mildly annoyed and starting to look at facebook on their phones. Ellerbe sees this and springs into action "ok people, listen up. We got Paulie, Adrien and Junior on standby, in uniform and ready to deal with this situation. Get on it-STAT! I think I heard someone say boo! but they might have been just scaring a friend". As the opening bars of send in the clowns rings out, the sleepy faces look up from their phones with faint bewilderment, but this soon turns to smiles as they recognise the tune and what is happening. Max Kellerman is also pleased, pointing out to the audience that there are now five people in the ring and the chances of someone actually getting hit accidentally are probably higher, but he didn't have a calculator to say for sure. By round ten they are having a blast. Uncle Rog managed to make it to the toilets at some point and found an old contact, so everyone had shared his spoils and it was showing. The final two rounds were a complete triumph. Perfectly balancing slap stick with panto. The comedy trio were mostly protected from the shady stuff by their facepaint and noses, even finishing the fight with a five man conga, with Floyd in second and Conor in fourth position for support reasons (they were blind, exhausted and high as kites). As they go to the judges scorecards, we knew there were no real losers, but realistically there could be only one winner. You're winner, by unanimous decision.................... ......"ADRIEN BRONER" Now a quick word from our winner, over to you Adrien! "see, I told y'all I was gonna change, yeah! now where Chino at with his chessboard". FIN I was bored, Lol. All to be taken lightheartedly :boxing: