Wax On. Wax Off. Simple As That.

Mr. Lobo tells of our Karate match:   Oh, It's ON. No, Wait ... It's Off Again.

"As I stare up at the roof of the ambulance, I suppose there were a lot of reasons not to except a challenge from LuciaGirl.

First of all, from the locker room to the cage in the center of Madison Square Garden was a really long walk. In retrospect, this was part of her strategy I'm sure: by the time she was gluing the broken glass shards and razorwire to her gloves I was already winded.

I don't really remember much after that ... just a lot of fuzzy images of her staring down at me going, "How do you like me now?" [foot to head] "How do you like me now?" [fist to appendix] and "Quit crying, you sissy!" [appendix to face] ... then there was a whole lot of screaming and begging, mercifully followed by confetti and Hannah Montana songs."

LuciaGirl say: "Ahhh, Lobo San. You fought well, grasshopper.  You fine warrior but much better writer.  I look foward to our next mighty battle.  But...for now...I recommend putting on a bag of frozen peas 'cause your face looks like a pizza!"

See how I got into this mess in the first place...

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