His handlers, Jill and Hunter,  sent him out for the 2nd round, his mouth piece, Karine Jean-Pierre, touted that the Big Man was fine. Been down a half-dozen times in round one, punch drunk, legs like rubber, the corner can’t stop the bleeding, at his direction they are ordered not to throw in the towel. Their man says, “I know I can beat him, yes like a drum.” “Yes, I’m the only one.”

They push the dead man walking out for the final carnage to face an opponent who has no mercy, one who is out for blood. It’s a one-two punch, set up by a left jab (what an irony) then a vicious uppercut that he didn’t see it coming – neck stretched, head snaps back manifesting a dizzy array of confused like expressions, eyes roll back into the skull, in a sliver of consciousness Stupid realizes what has transpired.

His head catches the ropes, a split second before going down in a flurry, with a dazed facial utterance, the brain dead skull hits the canvas bouncing off the tarmac like canvas, in a slow motion sequence, not once, not twice, but three times. The pundits call it a disaster of the third kind. The corner came in rendering help, if there was any to be given.

Stupid didn’t want a doctor, he knew it all, with his cauliflower ears, wasn’t hearing none of it. For the punch drunk brain dead favorite said a neurological specialist was not in the cards. One step away from inhaling his last breath, he still knew it all.

Deaths door finally arrived, a long time coming, but for this lying feces, it could not have come soon enough, lies will only get you so far before you run out of them. The Big Guy, stupid being stupid, had lost his pride, had nowhere to hide as the world’s 9 billion watched in disbelief the end to this Mother Fucker.

There will be no party, no comeback this time, no acknowledgement but the hole dug by him. Down goes the Dementia One, no fanfare, no more victories, but a devastating loss for all to remember. The blood bath

was so severe, the devastating loss so great, being unconscious, Stupid never realize what happened.

His tombstone read, “Here lies a liar and his bunch of lies, that is the simple truth.” MAWS (make America weak again), beaten to a pulp by MAGA for the ultimate loss in retribution to a stolen election.

This time The Steal

was stopped in its tracks  when the final hammer came down.