Liz Claws Back By Vanqvisher

Okay, so you may or may not remember that my friend Vanqvisher 's girl Joanna and I had a little tangle one night at a local dive bar's oil wrestling night...YOU may remember it but I don't because the bit chocked me out and left me laying humiliated in the pool of oil while drunken perverts took pictures of me at my worst. Well, I showed up back at that bar on a nightly basis sipping on nothing stronger then diet coke knowing that one night Joanna would show up again...she was after all the new fan favorite for what she did to me. Then on a warm Friday night it happened...Joanna walked in to a roar from her many fans, all wanting to buy her drinks. I wanted to get to her while we were both stone sober so I stepped between her and her favorite booth.

"Hello again Joanna...you up for a rematch with me? It's foxy boxing night and I'm looking to even the score between us."

"It's your funeral" Joanna responded "meet you in the ring in half an hour...I'll tell Mike the bartender to dial 91 and keep his finger over the 1 button so he can push it as you hit the floor and get the paramedics here ASAP to pick you up."

30 minutes later we meet center ring and beat one another black, blue and bloody. When the smoke cleared and the dust settled I had my satisfaction. Joanna was down for the count and I had my hand raised in victory. 

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