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In an event that shouldn’t even be happening, one brainless Rabbid has somehow found himself in a sanctioned boxing match against the walking natural disaster that is Gorilla Rabbid. This is Logan Paul vs. Mike Tyson levels of stupidity, but somehow even worse.
It all started when this reckless, unhinged, gremlin of a Rabbid pissed off an entire biker gang—and not just a little. We’re talking full-scale war crimes. Maybe he knocked over their bikes, maybe he stole someone's hot dog, or maybe he just existed too loudly. Whatever he did, the gang wasn’t having it. But instead of jumping him right then and there, they decided to let their undisputed, undefeated, absolute freak of nature, Gorilla Rabbid, handle business in the ring.
And so, here we are.
The lights are blinding. The crowd is roaring. The air smells like sweat, gasoline, and bad decisions. Gorilla Rabbid stands in the ring, built like a refrigerator with arms, veins popping out of his fur like he’s been injected with jet fuel and raw testosterone. Across from him? A single Rabbid with the IQ of a potato, standing there like he just woke up in a different universe.
DING DING!
The bell rings.
Gorilla Rabbid charges forward like a freight train with no brakes. The Rabbid? He's not even looking at him—he’s staring at a butterfly. One punch from Gorilla Rabbid could probably end world hunger, but somehow—by pure accident or divine intervention—the Rabbid trips, dodging the punch in a way that defies both physics and common sense.
What follows is a fight so cursed, so legally questionable, that no one can look away. Will the Rabbid somehow fumble his way into survival, or will he get sent to the shadow realm in record time?
One thing’s for sure: this shouldn’t even be happening.
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