- Well, Jeff, here we are, it's bout 6, and we have our first championship fight, not much analysis left to make, eh?
- Nope, it's clear as day. Italy needs to win or at least get a tie, to keep the chance of a run-off.
- Will it happen now, Jeff?
- I don't know, Bob, you said it would, 4-2, either way, that's what you said, remember?
- On a night like this, I am taken nothing for granted.
- You did.
- I should not be held accountable for what I've said. Let's just get on with it. And stop smirking.
The lights go out again in the Milennium Dome, but unlike before there isn't silence, but an expectant hum, some people even try to start a round of 'Allez les bleues', but the darkness damps it.
The red screen is this time accompanied by a drum crescendo,
and instead of canon salutes, the same crescendo repeats itself for the names of the two fighters:
ELODIE FREGE
V
MICHELA QUATTROCIOCCHE
Elodie Frege
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/%C3%89lodie_Fr%C3%A9g%C3%A9Michela Quattrociocche
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Michela_QuattrocioccheThen the crowd breaks loose, as the lights go up, and the two girls rush to reach the ring before their opponent, Confident 'Allez les bleues'-chants vying with hopeful 'Italia, Italia's
- Jeff, we just have time, is this the ideal championship match for France?
- I'd have to say not exactly, Elodie isn't the strongest French girl, and given the record of new girls so far tonight.
- Elodie's not a bad fighter though, you can't say she is.
- I never did,all I said was ...
- You talk too much, the fight is already under way...