Out of the Phunee team pancho was the one to fight last, following the little boy and Porn. His fight was listed as the 9th out of 15.
The nap Pancho had attempted failed. Despite being relaxed and calm the bumpy ground and loud noises around him made sleep a difficult enterprise. So eventually he roused himself to watch some of the fights. Aside from witnessing this spectacle he also felt the urge to slip out under the plastic tarp to go to the toilet in the bush land beyond. He returned just in time to happily observe the little boy win his fight by elbow knockout. Then urged by his advisor Pancho met Superboy and got a preflight photo with him. As all Thais Superboy was thoroughly friendly and polite, despite the fact that he must have felt like his doom was imminent.
When the youngest member of their team won his fight (at number 5) Pancho ignored the comment by one of the spectators that he would be up in two fights. He thought this guy to be one of the drunk buffoons that you find in many such places. So while vigorously agreeing he thought to himself “read the fighting order you idiot, I am listed at number 9”. Returning to the Phunee camp he watched as they started preparing Porn for his fight. Suddenly something caught his attention though. The announcer said something through the loudspeakers that slightly disconcerted Pancho. All he understood was that fight number 7 would be Superboy vs Pancho Wingchattour...
His camp suddenly froze along with him. Pancho had no time to realize that he himself had been the buffoon for not listening to the friendly fellow earlier.
Everybody jumped up and rushed Pancho onto the rice mat. He took off his clothes and stood there in thai boxing shorts while 4 people started applying Vaseline and namman muay for the final time. When Pancho got his hands free he grabbed a drink he had prepared containing a tad of whiskey and an energy drink just to make sure he did not run out of steam during his performance.
Despite the tempestuous commotion around him, Pancho was still amazingly calm. The singularly expert control he had over his thoughts and mind made him as calm as in the days of his youth. The days when he had to sit exams that would as they told him decide the fate of his future, whether he ended up a bum or a billionaire. And instead of feeling excited he couldn’t help but put it into perspective. Pancho’s hand wraps were now prepared expertly by his coach (Porn’s father) and some sort of glucose drunk was mixed additionally for him, to maintain his energy. The glass was handed to him. As Pancho had not had a fight before he was not aware of what exactly was to be done. He downed the whole glass which caused everybody around him to protest loudly. Pancho felt a faint worry that this could prove disastrous but was relieved that their only worry was him being too full of liquid. As there was no danger of immediate death through glucose overdose or anything else utterly ridiculous he failed to worry. As if having a full belly would be an issue to a man of such greatness. Throughout all these preparations Pancho was still remarkebly calm and unexcited, with the exception of making sure he managed to put is box (the groin protection) on. It would prove to be of singular importance in fact.
When he was finally prepared, including having put on the box, the previous fight had already ended and it was time to approach the ring. Pancho slipped his flip flops on and was escorted by his supporters to his corner. He calmly climbed up the metal ladder while all eyes were on him. Superboy had not approached the ring yet. He climbed over the ropes. And once inside the ring, people down below started shouting last minute instructions to him with an unintelligible clamour. His gloves were put on and laced up. And finally Superboy found himself on stage as well. The Phunee’s mayor greeted the two fighters (in honour of Pancho) on stage. Then the traditional Thai boxing music started and the time had come to pay their respects. Every fighter performs a dance called the Ram muay which pays respect to their teachers. Each fighter conducts similar moves in different combinations creating their own personal dance. Pancho’s lasted significantly longer than Superboy’s an ended with a courteous bow at the end (Porn’s personal little touch that Pancho quite liked). And finally the referee called the two fighters in the middle and clarified that Pancho understood any rules and commands he would give in Thai. It would be three rounds now. Pancho still calm but feeling a certain excitement in his limbs had a clear plan on how to make this fight a spectacle.
Then the bell rang and they were off. Pancho in his red shorts and Superboy also in his red shorts (luckily there was no issue distinguishing who was who). They touched gloves. As usual for Pancho when starting off he took it easy and just tried to teep (push kick) Superboy in his fat stumpy legs. And then Pancho outdid himself by trying a pathetic little kick… he realised immediately that that would not do. So in following up he went for a proper teep which was blocked however. Superboy acting as if he were relaxed and all (how could one when facing Pancho) threw a kick at Pancho’s now exposed leg, but he skipped aside spectacularly nimby. The next kick connected and hard crashed hard into Pancho’s leg. Pancho realised that he had been hit but still it did not seem to register fully. His body in turn seemed to have registered. Not being used to beign hit any longer, for the lack of adequate training (sparring). Instinct took over. All the preconceived plans Pancho had devised with his genius and those impeccable tactics were gone. Wiped clean from his mind. All that remained was the raw animalistic fight or run mechanism. And Pancho’s indestructible sense of superiority of course. And this superior instinct was definitely set on fighting. He continuously advanced on Superboy who seemed to skip away like a little fairy. Bam! Bam! Bam! Superboy would repeatedly thump Pancho in the left leg while he threw wild punches back against which Superboy could only lift his flabby paws in pathetic defence.
Luckily he acted in this way. Both fighters were unaware that if the fat kid had been in any way able to box he could have easily picked through the superhero’s overconfident defence. The fight loitered on, with Superfatboy kicking and Pancho punching. One of Pancho’s wild and uncontrolled bouts of hooks connected strongly however and Superboy went to down. Here Pancho made his first crucial mistake. His thinking was evidently running on instinct only. Otherwise he would have confronted his opponent standing up and rushing to exact revenge. Instead Pancho retreated and failed to capitalise on the momentary weakness.
In between they their pathetic exchanges they circled each other before Superboy would skip away again when Pancho tried to make a move. Thus the end of the round felt like it was long overdue and luckily he had no time or energy to concentrate on what had just happened as in hindsight Pancho would have been very unhappy to say the least with this spectacularly bad performance. He had come to offer a spectacle of never before witnessed brilliance and instead it more or less drifted off into a poor slogging match.
But very opposite to his usual uncanny talent of observation, caged in his instinctive behaviour Pancho failed to realise any of these facts. During the break both fighters settled down on their little metal stools and relaxing had their legs and arms massaged to loosen up the muscles.
And in no time the bell rang again and round 2 was on.
They tapped their gloves and Pancho lost no time this time going in punching and driving the fatso to the ropes. He landed a nice punch and then went on to clinch.
After having been broken up both contenders were nervous about being hit and only tried to attack half heartedly. Slowly Pancho felt shame creeping up from somewhere at this very unspectacular performance here. Where was the greatness he had promised?!
But round two improved somewhat. Or one claim it was more interesting. Life in the ring was definitely more heated. Both “fighters” frequently ended up in clinch not producing any results. That was with the exception of Superfatties talent at kneeing Pancho not just once but twice in the groin (lucky to have remembered that box). Then on one occasion as Superboy went for another big kick into Pancho’s left thigh Pancho threw a right hook that connected nicely with Superboy’s flabby excuse for a face and sent him crashing. It was not hard enough however as the blob was standing again in no time. And once again Pancho failed to capitalise on his exploit. At one time during the round while he was once again wildly going about throwing uncontrolled punches Superflab managed to sneak a straight punch in that made Pancho’s head recoil fantastically. But Pancho’s animal instincts barely too heed of this little fact.
The round finally ended and Pancho was feeling the strain now. All that went through his head was that he was happy it wasn’t 5 rounds.
And then the final round. This round was an utter mystery for Pancho. Nothing much happened during this round except for Superguts slowly backing away and lifting his arms making funny movements as if he was a retarded bird. Pancho after having danced a bit because he thought he ought to do a bit for the show himself had two guesses as to what this strange behaviour could mean. Either he was telling Pancho that he had had enough and didn’t want to fight anymore or he was telling Pancho to come closer and finally attack. Pancho just wasn’t sure and being the very polite gentleman he was, he hesitated before attacking. As can be expected nothing much came of this except for confusion on Pancho’s side. The conclusion that Pancho came to was either one, that Supersausage was a lazy wimp who was too tired or two, he was a lazy wimp and a cheeky bastard as well who indicated that Pancho should come and try something while himself still backing away like a little crybaby. In any case nothing much happened anymore and when the bell rang Pancho couldn’t care less, he was happy it was over and he could relax and finally wait for his mind to take over from instinct again. Though he certainly did not understand why the judges decided that Superfatkid had won, at that moment, with all the adrenaline he could not care less and was all friendly.
Other people told Pancho afterwards that they thought had been his fight. And in Pancho’s opinion, though he had fought horribly badly he believed the same. He had scored two knockdowns and been kneed in the groin twice while all that Superboy had to show was quite a lot of connecting kicks (granted, they did score more points than punches) that however never really impared Pancho in the least.
In any case, the fight was over, Pancho went to the doctor to get his bleeding shin cleaned up and slept well that night. The reality of things would only kick in the next day however.
The nap Pancho had attempted failed. Despite being relaxed and calm the bumpy ground and loud noises around him made sleep a difficult enterprise. So eventually he roused himself to watch some of the fights. Aside from witnessing this spectacle he also felt the urge to slip out under the plastic tarp to go to the toilet in the bush land beyond. He returned just in time to happily observe the little boy win his fight by elbow knockout. Then urged by his advisor Pancho met Superboy and got a preflight photo with him. As all Thais Superboy was thoroughly friendly and polite, despite the fact that he must have felt like his doom was imminent.
When the youngest member of their team won his fight (at number 5) Pancho ignored the comment by one of the spectators that he would be up in two fights. He thought this guy to be one of the drunk buffoons that you find in many such places. So while vigorously agreeing he thought to himself “read the fighting order you idiot, I am listed at number 9”. Returning to the Phunee camp he watched as they started preparing Porn for his fight. Suddenly something caught his attention though. The announcer said something through the loudspeakers that slightly disconcerted Pancho. All he understood was that fight number 7 would be Superboy vs Pancho Wingchattour...
His camp suddenly froze along with him. Pancho had no time to realize that he himself had been the buffoon for not listening to the friendly fellow earlier.
Everybody jumped up and rushed Pancho onto the rice mat. He took off his clothes and stood there in thai boxing shorts while 4 people started applying Vaseline and namman muay for the final time. When Pancho got his hands free he grabbed a drink he had prepared containing a tad of whiskey and an energy drink just to make sure he did not run out of steam during his performance.
Despite the tempestuous commotion around him, Pancho was still amazingly calm. The singularly expert control he had over his thoughts and mind made him as calm as in the days of his youth. The days when he had to sit exams that would as they told him decide the fate of his future, whether he ended up a bum or a billionaire. And instead of feeling excited he couldn’t help but put it into perspective. Pancho’s hand wraps were now prepared expertly by his coach (Porn’s father) and some sort of glucose drunk was mixed additionally for him, to maintain his energy. The glass was handed to him. As Pancho had not had a fight before he was not aware of what exactly was to be done. He downed the whole glass which caused everybody around him to protest loudly. Pancho felt a faint worry that this could prove disastrous but was relieved that their only worry was him being too full of liquid. As there was no danger of immediate death through glucose overdose or anything else utterly ridiculous he failed to worry. As if having a full belly would be an issue to a man of such greatness. Throughout all these preparations Pancho was still remarkebly calm and unexcited, with the exception of making sure he managed to put is box (the groin protection) on. It would prove to be of singular importance in fact.
When he was finally prepared, including having put on the box, the previous fight had already ended and it was time to approach the ring. Pancho slipped his flip flops on and was escorted by his supporters to his corner. He calmly climbed up the metal ladder while all eyes were on him. Superboy had not approached the ring yet. He climbed over the ropes. And once inside the ring, people down below started shouting last minute instructions to him with an unintelligible clamour. His gloves were put on and laced up. And finally Superboy found himself on stage as well. The Phunee’s mayor greeted the two fighters (in honour of Pancho) on stage. Then the traditional Thai boxing music started and the time had come to pay their respects. Every fighter performs a dance called the Ram muay which pays respect to their teachers. Each fighter conducts similar moves in different combinations creating their own personal dance. Pancho’s lasted significantly longer than Superboy’s an ended with a courteous bow at the end (Porn’s personal little touch that Pancho quite liked). And finally the referee called the two fighters in the middle and clarified that Pancho understood any rules and commands he would give in Thai. It would be three rounds now. Pancho still calm but feeling a certain excitement in his limbs had a clear plan on how to make this fight a spectacle.
Then the bell rang and they were off. Pancho in his red shorts and Superboy also in his red shorts (luckily there was no issue distinguishing who was who). They touched gloves. As usual for Pancho when starting off he took it easy and just tried to teep (push kick) Superboy in his fat stumpy legs. And then Pancho outdid himself by trying a pathetic little kick… he realised immediately that that would not do. So in following up he went for a proper teep which was blocked however. Superboy acting as if he were relaxed and all (how could one when facing Pancho) threw a kick at Pancho’s now exposed leg, but he skipped aside spectacularly nimby. The next kick connected and hard crashed hard into Pancho’s leg. Pancho realised that he had been hit but still it did not seem to register fully. His body in turn seemed to have registered. Not being used to beign hit any longer, for the lack of adequate training (sparring). Instinct took over. All the preconceived plans Pancho had devised with his genius and those impeccable tactics were gone. Wiped clean from his mind. All that remained was the raw animalistic fight or run mechanism. And Pancho’s indestructible sense of superiority of course. And this superior instinct was definitely set on fighting. He continuously advanced on Superboy who seemed to skip away like a little fairy. Bam! Bam! Bam! Superboy would repeatedly thump Pancho in the left leg while he threw wild punches back against which Superboy could only lift his flabby paws in pathetic defence.
Luckily he acted in this way. Both fighters were unaware that if the fat kid had been in any way able to box he could have easily picked through the superhero’s overconfident defence. The fight loitered on, with Superfatboy kicking and Pancho punching. One of Pancho’s wild and uncontrolled bouts of hooks connected strongly however and Superboy went to down. Here Pancho made his first crucial mistake. His thinking was evidently running on instinct only. Otherwise he would have confronted his opponent standing up and rushing to exact revenge. Instead Pancho retreated and failed to capitalise on the momentary weakness.
In between they their pathetic exchanges they circled each other before Superboy would skip away again when Pancho tried to make a move. Thus the end of the round felt like it was long overdue and luckily he had no time or energy to concentrate on what had just happened as in hindsight Pancho would have been very unhappy to say the least with this spectacularly bad performance. He had come to offer a spectacle of never before witnessed brilliance and instead it more or less drifted off into a poor slogging match.
But very opposite to his usual uncanny talent of observation, caged in his instinctive behaviour Pancho failed to realise any of these facts. During the break both fighters settled down on their little metal stools and relaxing had their legs and arms massaged to loosen up the muscles.
And in no time the bell rang again and round 2 was on.
They tapped their gloves and Pancho lost no time this time going in punching and driving the fatso to the ropes. He landed a nice punch and then went on to clinch.
After having been broken up both contenders were nervous about being hit and only tried to attack half heartedly. Slowly Pancho felt shame creeping up from somewhere at this very unspectacular performance here. Where was the greatness he had promised?!
But round two improved somewhat. Or one claim it was more interesting. Life in the ring was definitely more heated. Both “fighters” frequently ended up in clinch not producing any results. That was with the exception of Superfatties talent at kneeing Pancho not just once but twice in the groin (lucky to have remembered that box). Then on one occasion as Superboy went for another big kick into Pancho’s left thigh Pancho threw a right hook that connected nicely with Superboy’s flabby excuse for a face and sent him crashing. It was not hard enough however as the blob was standing again in no time. And once again Pancho failed to capitalise on his exploit. At one time during the round while he was once again wildly going about throwing uncontrolled punches Superflab managed to sneak a straight punch in that made Pancho’s head recoil fantastically. But Pancho’s animal instincts barely too heed of this little fact.
The round finally ended and Pancho was feeling the strain now. All that went through his head was that he was happy it wasn’t 5 rounds.
And then the final round. This round was an utter mystery for Pancho. Nothing much happened during this round except for Superguts slowly backing away and lifting his arms making funny movements as if he was a retarded bird. Pancho after having danced a bit because he thought he ought to do a bit for the show himself had two guesses as to what this strange behaviour could mean. Either he was telling Pancho that he had had enough and didn’t want to fight anymore or he was telling Pancho to come closer and finally attack. Pancho just wasn’t sure and being the very polite gentleman he was, he hesitated before attacking. As can be expected nothing much came of this except for confusion on Pancho’s side. The conclusion that Pancho came to was either one, that Supersausage was a lazy wimp who was too tired or two, he was a lazy wimp and a cheeky bastard as well who indicated that Pancho should come and try something while himself still backing away like a little crybaby. In any case nothing much happened anymore and when the bell rang Pancho couldn’t care less, he was happy it was over and he could relax and finally wait for his mind to take over from instinct again. Though he certainly did not understand why the judges decided that Superfatkid had won, at that moment, with all the adrenaline he could not care less and was all friendly.
Other people told Pancho afterwards that they thought had been his fight. And in Pancho’s opinion, though he had fought horribly badly he believed the same. He had scored two knockdowns and been kneed in the groin twice while all that Superboy had to show was quite a lot of connecting kicks (granted, they did score more points than punches) that however never really impared Pancho in the least.
In any case, the fight was over, Pancho went to the doctor to get his bleeding shin cleaned up and slept well that night. The reality of things would only kick in the next day however.
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