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WEIGHTEYE vs. THE BUFF

WEIGHTEYE,

weighing in at 212 pound-a-roos,

will challenge the champion:

THE BUFF,

aka - The Banterweight Bum,

in a “stopwatch” match

at the Pendleton Pastures

on the Outer Horse Side

of the Ohj Field

on January 17, 2015.

-

Doors at 7:30 pm,

Horrors at 8:30.

—

be ready to

fly-by-fright right

 into

a gruesome grilling,

a ferocious feeling,

a devastating drilling,

an apocalyptic pounding,

an undulating unwounding,

for better or HURT,

’til death FROM THE START,

lower than the lowest score (call it BEYOND ZERO),

no delay at death’s door,

 when

an epidemic’s echo

&

a strange suppuration

make it

to

the landscape of laceration

.

the

Last Stop

at the

Last Resort

on a

Permanent Vacation

past the

Point of No Return

WEIGHTEYE vs. THE BUFF!

…they shall deliver

 be it

pain

or

shine

-r,

from highbrow to split brow,

from…

~BACKGROUND CHECK~

        THE BUFF lost his job on the lot (to which he said “thanks a lot!”) then THE BUFF began to BEEF UP, first practicing on the young kids and working towards bumpers. Can be found these days wearing other collars and screaming at the cart runner.

        When WEIGHTEYE wiggled out of the womb, he had a mean look. He was born mean and ready for this match-up (or should I say) mash-up, mangled faces in the conductor’s broken elevator shaft, the return to a shroud of gathered blood sources. When we turn inward, after juicing the softer points, will we call it “warm?” Is it everything it was meant to be? Is it everything they said it would be?

        When these two men give their bodies for us, screaming through the ropes and wires, vertical dance & eternal sacrifice, to satiate our lust, vicariously through their grand suffering, will we go home filled with gratitude, that, here on this Earth, J. Christs, in the ring, the eye of the storm, of the media mirror maze, give us everything, at TEN BUCKS A TICKET - will call

                                will call

  or will we run to the party with quips

saying “ I don’t know, it kind of sucked.”

         Well, let me tell you something, haters.

        THE BUFF is ALSO known as THE BURNER. ‘Cause when THE BUFF’s ears start to BURN, that means it’s time for a little ARSON.

        I’d like to poke every one of you spectators in every one of your eyes with every one of my smokers.  

Again and again.

It’s time to show a little respect.

        We all work hard at what we do, and THE BUFF is no exception.

        Come by January 17, 2015.    I dare you.

        BYOB