Fine, I'll half ass answer your challenge...

[Trash]

If there's one force that can counteract the tide of lolcats, it's ponies.
Or rather, Discord.

"Discord" by Eurobeat Brony hits the arena speakers,



And Trash comes out, looking bored.

Trash : "I hear some brash newcomer, has some kinda sort of challenge here. Well, I have nothing better to do, so I laced up my boots and walked to the ring. Quite uncharacteristic of me, I know. And the song too. But whatever, it's not like anyone watches this show anyway.

Come on Shaun King. Let's do this"

Trash drops the microphone and waits for something to happen.








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[K.C. James]

Trash is in ze ring, waiting on ze appearance of Shaun King.

Perhaps ze competition should pull out his kindle fire, minimize his tantalizing chapter of fifty shades of gray and consult



Cause he is gonna need ze doctor when Sir Francisco is done with him.

Instead of Mister King, he will fend with ze master of disguise who has stolen his identity.

Prepare yourself, white man!





Ze lights go boom! And as they return Trash is inches away to a claw to face mamba.

To Be Continued if ze man dares!

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[K.C. James]

Trash, with his own cat-like reflexes dodges my claws of fury.

Luckily as all cats do, I land on my paws.

On the outside of ze ring, I come to realize how much bigger everyone is around me.



Thankfully, I know my own strengths, and I will in no way attempt a superplex on White Trash.

I will, however, stop meowing at myself on ze outside of ze ring, and claw my way back into ze David vs Goliath encounter.

So as I finally make my way up ze ring steps and under ze bottom rope my colossal opposition steps on my tail.

Of all ze underhanded tactics!!

I of course bellow out like ze virgin schoolgirl whose skirt floated up in ze wind.

The shriek causing everyones ears to ring.

I muster up all ze moxy that my madre Betruccia Elanore Marrieano endowed in me.

I furrow up my fur and illicit ze biggest roar that would even make my ancestry line proud.



I sink a claw into Trash's cleanly shaved calf.

As I expect, through clenched teeth, he reaches down and grabs me by ze fur on ze back of my neck and lifts me to his face.

He is, like most foul mouthed Neanderthals, yelling profusely at me spraying my well manicured fur with his dumpster-breath laced spit.

Makes me wish I wasnt fluent in Human sometimes, some of ze words coming from his suck hole.

But being inches from ze face, I perfect a one two wolverine punch.

My razor like claws making a tick-tac-toe board on his countenance.

He throws me across ze ring and I land on ze middle buckle in ze corner.

Ze Sanity Assman charges forward lunging for my prone feline body.

The closest to pussy he has ever been.



Then POW! He collides shoulder-first into ze buckle as I spring onto ze top rope.

As he hits ze mat ailing his shoulder. I spring into action!

I land on ze cajones claws first, locking in a submission maneuver that even ze tigers of Malasia are too scared to attempt!

To Be Continued...

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[K.C. James]

A pity, a pity said ze little kitty.

That ze only thing going for ze company.

Is a cute little furball who is well skilled in ze funny.



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As we head back to ze zene, we see me with ze hold of a lifetime on Trashman's sacred jewels.

He somehow musters the where-with-all to hit me repeatedly in my head _{fluff my fur with love}

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I lay on my side as my opponent gets back to ze feet with a slight limp from an ailment he will feel more later.

Don't worry. There's ice in ze cooler backstage.

Trash hovers over me like an eclipse cascading ze world in darkness.

When BAM! BOOM! POW!. Ze lights flicker as music crackles onto ze house speakers.



This apt distraction is overshadowing something far more important happening behind Trashman.

Me.



Thanks to a win in a poker game against this man::



I possessed ze ability to make one supernatural request.

And as everyone in ze arena saw. It was to become an unstoppable beast!

Trash turns around to a running clotheline that tucked his body inwards.

Made his lunch move like a cycle in a washer.

I stand tall admiring my handy work as the audience looks on stunned.

No one expected ze little kitty to become an impenetrable wall of muscle.

I lean down and grab Trash by his ponytail he's sporting this evening. I lean him against ze bottom buckle.

I head across ze ring fish held high in ze air.

Then barrel forward like a bullet from ze chamber. Boot extends.

CRACK!

Trash's head slams sideways from ze blow. Ze encounter sends spit firing from his suck hole!

To Be Continued!

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