take your seats, the fight's just about to start...

LAY-dieeeeeeees and GENnn-tlemen!!!
in this corner, the challenger, wearing the threadbare scraps of hope and tattered ideals, and weighing in at 65 pounds soaking wet, the Windblown Wonder, the Thing that can't stand in the Ring, LOVE!!!!
(crowd laughs, throws things, spits politely)
and in the other corner, wearing the absolute assurance of concrete reality, and weighing in at a staggering 285 pounds, the Heavyweight Champion of the WORLD, the Bruising Beast, the Iron Shackles, LOGIC!!!!
(crowd cheers)
and they come to the center to shake hands. logic mentions that its clearly a missmatch and that he will not hold back, fighting withing the parameters the regulations allow but not sidestepping his duty as champion. love greets logic warmly and wishes him the best of luck in the upcoming bout. logic looks at love as though he were slightly drunk, and they retreat to their corners to await the bell.

(ding ding!)

and THERE IT GOES! and they're both out fast, Love comes in with a dopey look in his eyes and mutters something about being friends, but it's only half heard as the rest of what he wanted to say is crammed back into his throat along with a few of his teeth by the first blow from Logic. Love staggers around blindly, wondering what happened, and after a few seconds of realizing that's accomplishing nothing, moves once more in the vague direction of his opponent. his momentum in that direction is once more thwarted by a crushing left, and a right, and another left. Love is bleeding badly, has no idea what's going on. Logic, instead of finishing the fight, takes a moment to chat with the bellringer, a friend of his from college. Love has lost already, but the poor sap doesn't know it. and there goes the bell, the end of round one.

love staggers into his corner and throws some water on his face, but unfortunately, nothing can quite wake him up from this one.
and there's the bell again!

love doesn't even get a chance to move this time. logic is there immediately, and pounds love with a series of shots to the body that would drop an elephant. however, this is love, and love bears, endures, believes and hopes all things.
of course, none of that matters one lick.

and love is down on the mat. the crowd is going wild! the fight is over. Logic, in a clear victory, retains his Heavyweight Belt, and love is relegated to fighting preteens in the Little Girl Boxing League until it can prove itself.

unlikely as that might be.