6:33 AM

This was the first time in a long time that the worm would slink his way out from his humble abode and give fresh air a try, but it immediately did not agree with him. Rushing back inside, he concocted a plan to make his way to The Why, the large Thunderdome style arena where all of the recent boxing events took place, and it was not ignored by absolutely everyone. No sir, that place was definitely where everyone went to work out and train before their matches and not a pathetic and ignored gym venue that had shut down as quickly as it opened.

"Just one shot..."

The plan failed fabulously, as the shovel he used to attempt to burst through the land was made of nothing more than the dirt itself that it was supposed to be digging into. You see, everything that the worm had in his home was made of dirt-- it tied the house together, and the extra protein from the bugs was a nice added touch.

"My pure pale skin, this damnable sun!" 

Utilizing an umbrella this time, the worm made his way to one of the boxing venues that FutureStealer had popped up for his fights, mostly because The Why was not open anymore and this was the best shot he had at making his dreams come true.

"Dawson. I'm calling YOU out, sucker. We're fighting here and now. Well, five days from now, but probably here. Unless FutureStealer tells me I can't use his ring, but it should be fine. Let's go!"

So it was. So it shall be.

worm vs Dawson

February 8th!

Be HERE

Plastering these all around the ring, he waited for the man to respond to his call-out. This was against all regulations in the boxing world, but the worm didn't care. He was weighing in at 98 lbs and Dawson was probably well over 300, but that didn't matter either, there was something more than weight classes and muscles. There was the human heart, and the worm had five of those.

FIGHT ODDS: -5,000,000 worm

That's right, for every dollar you spend on Dawson, you'll make five million if he wins. So how does this work? That's simple, I've created a very easy formula to decide who wins this fight.

You can see it here

So, who was ready for the fight of the ages? Lifting his arms up in the air, already tasting the sweet victory on his tongue, he waited to hear what grovelling the man who was always hosting dinners would say. Or perhaps the general public would have some well words of encouragement for both of the brave fighters?

Who knows, perhaps this was only the first of many men and women that the worm would leave in the ring, defeated. There was only one way to find out, and that was by coming around on the 8th.

fs was having his morning coffee when worm rushed in

"Hey bud, uhh could I uhh borrow the ring for something?" worm started

"I mean we're not using it for a bit, sure why not."

fs had thought nothing of it until worm walked away grinning menacingly and laughing in a weird evil cackle.

"What are you up to?"

"Oh, nothing" worm responded

fs rolled his eyes and went back to his coffee.  worm walked away muttering "hehe twenty seven sided dice... hehe... oo we should get Rick... hehehe" under his breath.

As soon as Dawson heard about the challenge, he took the first plane to NY, where he had once destroyed the late Godfather SassyPeach in the ring. On the way to NY, Dawson smiled, fondly remembering that date. It was one of the biggest public demonstrations of pure and brutal violence seen in recent times. Dawson missed the ring and now he was being challenged by the worm. Perfect.

When he arrived, unfortunately the worm was not there. But Dawson saw the many signs around the gym and ring. The fight was announced. There were a few bellhop reporters and soon they surrounded Dawson.

"Well, what can I say? A worm with no boxing record wants to fight me, but I'm not a man to back down. He wants to fight? We'll fight. I'm even going to set up my training camp here in NY. He might come watch and learn a thing or two, as I'll be training with open doors. Are you hearing me worm? You got your fight."

When asked about the odds for the fight, Dawson simply said:

"I get to be the underdog, so be it. But of course worm won't mind if I bring some members of the Nevada Athletic Commission to watch this fight closely and make sure we have a fair fight. You never know, right? But I won't leave it to the judges, though. Big chances I just knock worm the fuck out. Anyway, I gotta go. Need to find me a good hotel with a boxing training center or a big meat freezer. Whatever comes first. Get ready, WORM! I'm coming for ya."

"Whoa, whoa, fucking WHOA. Who said anything a, about an ethics commission? Is there a need for such a thing? This is boxing, after all, and not some stupid mafia-based writing competition where we need judges to watch over what's happening, right? I don't want to bog things down in a bunch of bureaucratic red tape. I think we could all agree that all we really need is two muscular dudes, just messing each other up inside of this wild and whacky ring which FutureStealer definitely gave me permission to use."

Wiping some sweat from off his wormy brows, he looked over towards Dawson to see if he was buying the clear cut lie. There was no need for a commission, because the razor wire in his glove would be confiscated if that were to happen. Attempting to think fast, the man clasped his hands together and shouted out the one thing that could save him.

"LET'S FIGHT RIGHT NOW! HOP IN THIS RING! NO NEED TO WAIT!"

Did... did that work? There was only one way to find out.

worm was still there, after all. Dawson, surrounded by the reporters, didn't see him. After the teasing, Dawson nodded and began to unbutton the shirt he was wearing.

"It's ok. I can fight you anytime, anywhere. Let's do this right now."

Having unbuttoned his shirt, he leapt into the ring with an agility that belied his age.

"Call me The Early Bird, worm!" he said, raising his bare-knuckled fists in a fighting position.

JaymeBaxter was sitting ringside, carefully reserving seats away from Tutte and TheBeast so as not to cause a COMMOTION, taking in all the chaos that was unfolding before her, Guido and Guida keeping her protected; She SURE WAS POPULAR after her recent COUP.

As the man in the center of the ring tried to convince everyone that there was no need for an ethics commission, Jayme couldn't help but shake her head in disbelief. She had seen his fair share of shady dealings in the boxing world, but this was just taking things to a whole new level.

As the man shouted for a fight to start immediately, Jayme leaned back in her seat and crossed her arms, not quite sure what to expect. The atmosphere was electric, the tension palpable. It was clear that this was going to be a wild and unpredictable fight, and Jayme was just happy to be there as a ringside spectator.

She couldn't wait to see what was going to happen next......

There was an awkward moment between the moments that Dawson entered the ring and first took off his shirt where the worm debated on which of the five nipples of Dawsons to grab, seeing as how this wouldn't be officially refereed by anyone and there were very little in the ways of rules, he could technically get away with anything. 

Once Dawson began running towards him with all that his legs could muster, the worm started to wonder to himself... "I wonder if he knows that he's supposed to lose." the thought was quickly answered once the first blows start landing, with not enough time to dodge them all, there was a very meticulous attempt by both men to retreat away from where the punches were mostly happening.

Instincutally, he attempted to leave the ring, but remembered that this could lead into a disqualification of sorts, which meant that instead he would need to think more on his feet. What could he use to slow this man down? Think, you damn skinny piece of shit, think now! With everything going on at once, there wasn't a whole lot in the ways of silence to help him in this endeavor, but he was able to press himself up against one of the ropes and maneuver himself behind Dawson for just a moment.

"THINK FAST!"

Throwing some dirt from out of his pockets, he blinded the raging man and took a few punches of his own. This was his chance to win it all! Or was it? Apparently, dirt wasn't very much in the way of an irritant, so he would need to do some sort of underhanded deal to fix what was about to happen, and with that he threw both of his hands into the air and shouted:

"How about we take five? Ding Ding? Stop the fucking match, round one is OVER!"

But there wasn't enough time, and him throwing his hands into the air was just enough of an opening for Dawson to punch him so hard that he sailed through the air with much grace and landed outside of the ring for a moment. Dazed, but not confused, the worm then slowly crawled his way over towards his side of the boxing ring.

Round 1 - Over

Dawson seems to be up, but will he win it all? The worm has many tricks up his sleeve, and he is contractually obligated to win this thing. So there's that.

At the end of the round, Dawson walked to his corner of the ring. Wow, that made him feel good. There was something special about hitting a person (or a worm) in the face. A strange feeling of pleasure. Suddenly, one of his bodyguards was already in his corner, with a stool and a bucket, as well as a bottle of water. Dawson sat down on the stool and wiped his forearm across his forehead, wiping away the beads of sweat that had begun to form.

"Give me a goddamn cigarette." He said to the bodyguard, who quickly lit one for him.

Smoking, he waited for the next round to start.