Tuesday, May 09, 2006

The Champ

Someone who is causing much delight on the street these days is the neighbour. Rebecca Murray, the owner of the yappy (but lovable) dog-next-door, became the Canadian savate kickboxing champ on Sunday, by thoroughly kicking the ass of one bitter but determined Anne-Laure Bouvier in three rounds of blood-spilling, contact-losing, flat-on-her-ass knocking action. The discipline known as “assaut” requires technical skill—you score points for accurate hits—less than brute force. Knowing that her opponent was jittery, insecure and ready to be easily knocked off her game, Rebecca risked two warnings for “too much power” and attacked hard and early.

The first round was close, and a few choice shots by Ms. Bouvier (hardly a name for a fighter, not like the Newfie-bred Murray) saw the Kroovy flow from Rebecca’s glass proboscis, but only because the neighbour’s nose had started to bleed before the fight. Thankfully, the judges weren’t adverse to a little mess, and between rounds, she got herself cleaned up.

In the second round, the decisive blow was struck: a boot to the gut and Bouvier was floored. Shortly thereafter, a face-shot from our hero took out the gnarled foe’s contact lense. Murray took full advantage and pummeled the little one-eyed bitch.

Sensing her shot at the title was about to miss the mark, Bouvier came out hard in the third round. Murray fought defensively, wary of a third warning for power. In the end, a majority decision handed the crown to the petite couples therapist, who after the match pronounced that all she wanted was some poutine and beer. With her nutrition regimen consisting of mostly coffee and cigarettes, it looks as though she plans to add some carbs to the mix in her run-up to the world championships in Paris. Hopefully she will be able to remain in her under 56kg weight class.

Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you the Canadian champ, Rebecca Murray of Montréal!

3 Comments:

At 11:26 p.m., Anonymous Anonymous said...

I always felt that Reb looks her best in "red".

The Guy Who Babysat Your Cats But Who Isn't Harold

 
At 9:36 a.m., Anonymous Anonymous said...

Dude. Fuckin' Ridiculous. Ovcjak and I are coming to visit Montreal... and SuperSex. Don't know when, but we will. I sent James Kearney and email and he told me to send him the script for the pilot (College Plug) that Dave and I are working on. Ridiculous!
Sam Roberts in Buffalo was sick. I don't remember most of it cause I was shmashed. Apparently, every time I go out with Dave, about half way through the night I turn to him and say "It's not fair, man! It's just not fair! I'm drinking just as much as you, and you're twice my size!" To which a sober Dave usually replies "You're cut off."
Two more weeks before I'm unemployed!

 
At 2:58 p.m., Anonymous Anonymous said...

Dude, don't you know how this shit works? I post a comment, then you're supposed to post one in response! Geez, man. Get your shit together! Faaaaaack.
Honestly, I just got back from a business lunch with Pat Magee (that's what we call it when we drink at lunch) and I'm a little lightheaded.

 

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