The exuberance rippled through his body, throwing him to the mat in an attempt at The Worm, but instead leaving him there with a separated shoulder. The flying knee that proceeded this all was the first contact from either man; the smiling hare armed with an anvil as dense as a platinum was a shadow if you blinked.
Johnny Walker stood next to Joe Rogan, arm draped over his cornerman, a confused Misha Cirkunov stumbled in a wave pool of fog behind them. Walker winced a smile of equal parts pain and embarrassment telling Joe Rogan that if he can survive himself, he can survive anyone.
Shootings stars inevitably disappear over the horizon but they sure are fun while they last.
