By Scott A. Klaft
[Originally appearing in the November 2004 “Christian Patriot” and re-edited here.]
Night drew on the excited town, and the fans noisily filed into the arena where the event was soon to be held. Much escalation had gone into promotion, and the fans were greatly abuzz, driving from vast distances to be in attendance personally. According to all of the experts, this was to be the battle to end all battles, the greatest contest in the modern age of the sport. Some inquiry had gone into the origin of the combatant’s names, being so unusual, but each man had declined to give pre-interviews, which added to the mystery and drama.
As the polls measured the audience’s partiality, the reigning Champion was clearly favored. Ambig had a tremendous following, and the ever-growing crowd seemed to have great affection for him. It seems that he had put on spectacular performances wherever he went, and he went just about everywhere taking on all who would contend. On the other hand, Perspic, though hardly heard from in the media, seemed to have a very dedicated fan-base, small in number though they are. From all accounts, his ability was as close to masterful as most had ever witnessed. Newspapers and magazines pitted one against the other in imaginary contests, exaggerating the match with dual credibility, but nearly always giving way to the popularity of the Champ.
The narrow seats were all filled. A dull roar ushered in the fortunate “standing room only” spectators until house-capacity was complete, and the sad latecomers had to be turned away. At the appropriate time, the excited onlookers hushed as the arena lights dimmed, except around the roped-in and raised square in the center. The important looking man, decked in his tuxedo, ascended and climbed between the ropes with something less than graceful agility. While a slightly more casually dressed man discreetly slipped in at the side, a microphone lowered into the announcer’s hand.
“Ladies and gentleman”, he boomed, eliciting a slight cheer and drawing every eye. With a prolonged invocation of the sponsor’s names and products, anticipation grew, and not a single individual was distracted.
“And now,” the announcer continued to build the sensationalistic anticipation. “Coming from the opposite end of the arena; please try to control your emotion and welcome into your presence, the greatest of the great, the best of the best, recognized across the globe as world-heavy-weight Champ-ion…” Exploding into applause and raucous cheers, the wildly enamored crowd barely allowed the announcer to complete the introduction as Ambig with his entourage stepped out from the shadows. His tremendous arms raised into the air, letting the silken robe hang open, exposing the huge gold and leather belt girded about his waist. With his gloved hands he blew kisses into the crowd and attended to their affections for so long, the officials thought it best to direct him to his corner of the square ring.
The preliminaries were brief when they met with the referee in the center to receive the usual instructions and rules by which the contest would take place. Perspic stared steely determination into the face of Ambig, who barely paid any attention, completely aloof, and hamming it up for the photographers by flexing his significantly sized bicep. They touched gloves according to tradition, though Ambig was looking off into his adoring fans.
Returning to their respective corners, one man near Perspic’s corner called out, “You know what to do, buddy!” He nodded in affirmation. Meanwhile, Ambig practically strutted from one side to the other, stirring up the crowd, putting his glove to his ear to induce a louder support. Soon the first bell rang, and both came out with enthusiastic verve, gloves raised and on guard.
Perspic carefully watched his opponent’s movements, and Ambig smiled a big toothy grin of self-confidence while they circled one another. The noise of the crowd increased, many of them calling out their quasi-expert advice, most of which was completely contrary to what the two professional pugilists knew to be right. Both of them threw a few test-jabs just to see if an upper hand may be quickly gained, but each was blocked or escaped.
Perspic let his contempt be known for Ambig’s brash self-confidence by a slight roll of his eyes. The Champ became angry and threw his heavy right hand at the smaller contender. Perspic saw the telegraphed punch and imperceptibly slid to the right. The sound of fist slamming into shoulder was thunderous, and Perspic allowed the motion to carry him a step away, inviting further attack. This brought a great swell of clamor from the Champ’s devotees, but to Perspic’s surprise, no follow-up blows were thrown. Ambig turned again to his followers, put his hands into the air in triumph and bellowed, “I am the greatest!”
Perspic cautiously came up behind him, and tapped Ambig’s huge shoulder. As he turned, Ambig received a high-speed straight right hand to the jaw, sending the mouthpiece, along with a rope of saliva, flying into the multitude of horrified onlookers. ‘Boos’ overwhelmed the small amount of cheers. The Champ’s people thought it was a cheep shot, but the referee just shook his head and directed the men to their respective corners while Ambig was given a new mouthpiece to go with his now bleeding lip. Before they could have any further significant exchanges, the bell rang. The first round was over, and the score was decidedly in Perspic’s favor.
Embarrassed, and now huffing with rage, Ambig resolved to “get serious”. The second-round bell rang, and they both popped into place, hands drawing circles in the air, and feet constantly moving. Perspic stepped aside from Ambig’s clumsy jabs with amazing swiftness, and this time the attempt to draw his opponent into a lunge worked. Once again, a thunderous right hand plowed into a shoulder, though Perspic’s face barely even seemed to notice it. A wild roundhouse from Ambig was easily eluded and Perspic’s driving uppercut caught the Champ off guard, sending him reeling backward.
From Merriam-Webster’s Collegiate Dictionary:
Ambiguity: the quality or state of being ‘ambiguous’ especially in meaning:
Ambiguous:1: a.) doubtful or uncertain especially from obscurity or indistinctness; b.) INEXPLICABLE
2: capable of being understood in two or more possible senses or ways: OBSCURE

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