Knowledge collated and untimely shared,
Despite the reaction the broadcast is aired.

 Debate, argument, blown is the fuse,
Warning, strike, a fight ensues.

 Opinionated spectators shout and jeer,
In the shadows stand others in fear.

 Sides are taken and true alliances arise,
Passion and anger glow in their eyes.

 A wave of support travels round the room,
As the fighters threaten and attacks loom.

 Boxer, wrestler, martial artist in one,
Or plain natural instinct anything but run.

 David and Goliath or evenly matched,
Any opportunity the upperhand should be snatched.

 It may not be pretty but as long as one doesn't fail,
Showing who is most dominant or rather the alpha male.

 Its not like the movies choreographed and slick,
The two men grapple with the odd punch and kick.

 Scuffling and tumbling hitting the furniture and walls,
They bounce around like a couple of pin balls.

  As the energy and strength reaches an all time low,
It becomes harder to protect each deadly blow.

 As the weaker surrenders with a groan,
Sweat, blood, tears are shown.

The victor struts with an aura of reign,
While the defeated cowers and grimaces in pain.

 Cuts and bruises are the remains of the abuse,
Silence for breath before a truce.

 Tears of shame and yells of joy,
One feels like a man the other a boy.

                     The victorious fighter soon loses his smug grin,
                   As friendship could be lost and conscience sets in.

 The losing fighter feels the same,
As he soon realises he is also to blame.

 Apologies are exchanged with a handshake and a hug,
While the three legged table wobbles on a blood stained rug.

 No-one can say if this will happen again,
Its a spur of the moment brawl between two men.