A Festive Fight (To the tune of While Shepherd’s watch their flocks by night)
She wanted to fight did Gemma Rox and climbed into the ring,
The Duke was waiting there for her and the bell went ding ding ding.
Fear not said he when she saw his size I won’t hurt you much,
But he never got a chance to cos she kicked him in the crutch.
Holding on to the painful bit he dropped down onto his knees,
And Gemma being very quick saw a chance to seize.
The Dukes eyes were a watering he knew he was in tro-uble,
As she grabbed both of his feet and in a boston bent him do-uble.
He is such a great big guy and used his strength to get him free,
But as he was just getting up his head met with her knee.
The stars they burst around his head his mind was all afloat,
Then from a very high start she punched him in the throat.
Gasping air as best he could she stomped and kicked and punched him,
And all this put together was making his muddled mind dim.
He was desperate to escape as he realised what would result,
But never had the chance to move as she performed the Gemmasault.
He lay quite still as she then spun round and whispered Duke you’re mine,
Then thrust his beaten body into a vicious full grapevine.
This little rock chick counted loud and everyone could see
That she was the victor as they joined in one, two, three.
