Foxhunt: How it really went down!

Romeo stood wide eye looking down at the antics of Orlock as he clung to his leg like a screaming five-year-old. Orlock screamed something incomprehensible and pointed at an adorable spider stuffed animal with giant googly eye and a collar with “Tim” written on it.

The glittery film coating Orlocks face clued Romeo as to what happened. Just before the arena turned into a campy old world earth movie from the 80’s … some ASS in the crowd bought Orlock another weapon.

At first, it had looked harmless enough, almost like a joke unto it squirted a powder into the man’s face. Then his opponent had begun to run around screaming ‘My KING, My KING’ forgetting about Romeo entirely as he started ripping his shirt off.

Things only devolved from there as Romeo stood dumbfounded. This was the last thing he expected to happen in a fight but the crowd seemed to be eating it up, roaring with laughter to the music of Flash Gordon.

When the arena started moving that’s was when Orlock so fit to attach himself to Romeo’s leg like a giant tick. Orlock continued to scream about an anus sucking spider emphatically pointing to the stuffy laying limply on the floor and then something about not letting him fall into the ‘owchies’.

“Oh hell no ... no … get off … get the FUCK off.” Romeo said trying to pry the man who had a death grip on his leg, off. Orlock had a hell of a grip and trying to pry the man off seemed only make him hold on tighter! The man seemed to be half fucking constrictor.