Might in the Old

Wondering what was raising a fuss, I was forced to the end of the banister, from where I was able to catch a perfect view of the scenery about to unfold.

It was one of those end of the year meetings that usually drew all old men to a particular zone (meeting spot) and it could have been a smooth event if not for the two old men who stood a distance away from each other threatening to engage in a fist war.
Suddenly, they rushed at each other, digging their arms into each other as they clashed.
Yh, these two entertainers were people's father and I shouldn't be enjoying such sight but then, each move made by the two opponents baffled me and all I wanted was more of it.

The older opponent seemed more flexible than his challenger, but he must have received a lot of blows to his head. His hand was only trying to get a grip on his challenger's shoulders as if to support his thin legs.

In utter amazement, I watched as the struggling old man skillfully swing the challenger onto the hard ground in what looked like a Scene from WWe.

The crowd let out a roar in honour of the indisputable champion who stood his ground above the whimpering heap of his challenger.
His once thin legs were now to me: a pair of concreted bones made solely for such athletic stunts.

I thought the fight would continue, but once the slammed staggered to his feet, he carefully looked for a perfect shade to seat and rest his body which almost lost the life in it.