Challenge out, news spreads, the crowd gathers behind church.
Chanting:
Fight! Fight! Fight!
Baying for action – if not blood.
My opponent – a name forgotten.
Shaped up in classic Queensbury,
Then rolled around in not-so-classic Greco-Roman.
Home with ripped shirt, dirt smears, blood stains (his).
Badges of honour? courage? skill? … or waywardness?