The Aussie fighter title – Chat fight

Peter: I am not sure how much longer I can put up with the shit from the sunstruck state, for those from overseas, that is Queensland, the part of Australia given over to guys who wear flip flops cause they can’t tie shoe laces, and they drink beer called XXXX cause they can’t spell beer,

Peter: Everyone knows I am the king of the ring in Australia, but this guy Dave has been dissing me right, left and centre, telling me that I am too old, over the hill, have no balls, and so on, so finally with an excuse to see friends and family I take a night off, my gym bag and go to an underground club in Fortitude Valley to line up with this guy, no rules and stakes he wants, no rules and stakes he gets,

Peter: Get into my gym gear, high five a few horny guys, 5 9 and 225 of ripped Victorian muscle, speak slowly to cater for the locals and make my way to the ring in green and gold trunks and bare feet.,

Dave: Its been a long time coming, but my match with Peter has finally arrived, Despite the bush he’s been telling everyone about me I’m keen to get in the ring and show this guy who the owner of the Australian wrestling title should be. The match has been organised in a seedy fight club and I head in shaking the hands of a few mates in the crowd, my reputation as a new fighter quickly gaining momentum as I’ve been working my way through the local studs.