
Heavy weights have been thrown on both sides of the ring, each contender having a score of fans backing their stance with factual knowledge, and hyped fanboyism. Truly it is a no hold bar brawl, and one for the ages. Â Tempered lance verse aged crust. Iron-clad Will verse petulant fuzz. A stomach trained on a Dragoon's life-time of devouring floor candy versus The Pantry terror that has plagued every household with it its fungus grip.Â
Two will enter the ring. One will leave.
Two will enter the ring. One will leave.