Tyson would knock Van Damme back to Venice Beach so he can go break dance with Turbo and Ozone again.
Van Damme would watch his brother being brutally killed in two rounds by Tyson in a 'Creed-Drago' esq 'USA-meets-Belgium' style exhibition bout. This would leave Van Damme swearing revenge, at which point he flees to Okinawa to train with 'wise old man' who lectures on how 'revenge is a dangerous motive' and so forth. Training is long and arduous, but initial difficulties are overcome and Van Damme is in tip top shape and ready for Madison Square Garden... And of course he can now do the splits whilst his legs are attached to rope pullies wrapped around trees. Obviously. As the bell rings for round one, Van Damme surprises all concerned by asking to fight 'old rules', with hands wrapped in bandage, drenched in resin and dipped in broken glass. Needless to say, the request was declined. The first round is predictable, with Iron Mike unloading thunderous hook/uppercut combinations on a slow starting Jean Claude. This continues for twelve full rounds, until Jean Claude, on his last legs, finds time to meditate in his corner, seeing flashbacks of his brother's headless corpse being stretchered out of the Garden and into the morgue last year and gearing the 'call of eagles' from his training with the ancients, unleashes a vicious series of straight right hands to Mike's torso, which send him sprawling back towards the ropes. Jean Claude then fires a number of rapid fire, deadly double fisted shots to the head and chest of Mike, who keels over towards the feet of a celebrating Van Damme who, after being announced the winner, shows no mercy to his vanquished foe after he rises from the canvas and tries to attack him again. The 'Muscles from Brussels' decides to snap Mike's neck like a chicken. Revenge is sweet Van Damme by death
There you go again with faggot talk. I'm surpised though since neither of the mentioned fighters are black midgets, well, maybe Tyson could qualify as such, a very large black midget. ::
