“Revenge at last, Davidenko. You’re a cheat,” he roared.
“I won fair and square last time. You’re just a sore loser.”
“Nonsense, you used tactical battlefield missiles. Wasn’t in the rules.”
Davidenko shrugged. “If you like. OK, no missiles this time. I’ll win anyway.”
“We’ll see, let’s fight!” said the giant bully, grabbing the smaller man’s judogi. Within seconds, he was flat on his back, exactly as the previous time.