Attempt to knock a dude out with a knee strike. The K1 fighter's raised knee froze like a statue and became more balletic as the hours passed of our regarding it.
Schoolchildren covered the fighter in wattle and daub. His frightened eyes trapped in his husk rolled in his burly bruised head. His tattoos were covered by dusk.
The kids tipped him over onto a flat-bed truck and drove him out to a field with a platform of pallets tied together with paisley scarves. They erected the K1 fighter in the centre of the pallets.
He looked from a distance like a scarecrow yet did not repel birds, quite the opposite. They flocked to the dark, dried mud figure and shat on it.
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