I had heard so much about this “New” soup that so many athletes use.  Even the everyday person has talked about the benefits of this new soap.  Well after reading all that I could find on it and listening to people tell me how great this soap was I had to get me a bar.  When I got my soap it seemed to glisten as I opened the package.  There was something unique about this soap but I wasn’t sure about it.  I had already showered that day so I left it on the edge of my tub and went to bed.  That night I was really tired and fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.  (https://www.facebook.com/pages/PNWfightsoap/163436610356751).

I awoke abruptly to the sounds of what I thought were burglars at first.  I grabbed my baseball bat and crept out of my room and into the hall.  I heard the noises again and discerned that they were coming from my bathroom.  I swallowed a lump in my throat and took a deep breath before making my way slowly towards the bathroom door.  I could see that the lights were on and by the color it was only the heat lamp.  ‘Strange,’ I thought.   Heard what I thought was a radio or something because it sounded like cheers of a crowd.  I slowly opened the door and surrounding my bathtub were every one of my bathroom supplies from shampoo to shaving cream to deodorant.  Even my toothpaste was among the crowd of cheering bathroom amenities.  I looked around and didn’t see any burglars but rather inside my bathtub was my razor, (Gillette excel) standing between my Irish Spring soap and my brand new bar of Fight Soap.  (http://astore.amazon.com/offautpagofke-20/detail/B000HCZ34E).

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                “Let’s get ready to rumble!!!”  My luffa was acting announcer and my razor was apparently the referee.  (http://astore.amazon.com/offautpagofke-20/detail/B000FUMCPQ).  I stood there in awe and watched just as though I were one of the paying spectators of the Main Event.  The fight began in the blink of an eye.  I saw a battered up bar of Ivory and Zest soap in the crowd acting as if they had already squared off with the current competitors.  Irish Spring came out swinging hard and with a blinding furry.  Fight Soap lived up to its name and defended the assault and countered with a low shoot and a double leg take-down but instead of taking down the Irish Spring, Fight Soap changed elevation and took Irish Spring up to the top floor before slamming it to the canvas.  Amazingly enough, Irish Spring took the slam like a true Irishman and tried to pull guard.  Fight Soap was already two moves ahead of Irish Spring and like Mike Pierce easily transitioned from top guard to side control in the blink of an eye.  Irish Spring attempted to scramble but Fight Soap already had side control and pinned one arm between its legs while lying across the torso of Irish Spring to weigh it down.  Fight Soap maintained perfect control as it took a tight grip on the opposing arm and stretched it out to a straight arm bar.  The submission looked painful, so painful that I had to look away.  Irish Spring was in pain and probably would have tapped if it had an arm free.  There was the sound of a snap and the bell followed.  A new legend was born that evening as Fight Soap took the title of Heavy Weight champion of all soaps.  (http://fight-soap.com/products).

By Kevin C Davison

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