Or, the ACL chap arrives readied for bare-knuckle fighting; and is greeted by Fisher who's changed the remit to kung-fu, to street-dancing, to morris-dancing, to pottery glazing, to bee-keeping, to a hot-dog-eating competition, to a feet-measuring test, to times table reciting (but only 7's and 5's; unless it's a Tuesday when 3's are allowed), to tile-grouting, to change his mind and he's interested in nothing, and then onto a new SISU-devised snooker-scrabble combination that only he knows the rules to.
Notwithstanding all in the list, the ACL bloke's apparently reluctant to meet him on 'his terms' on any and therefore is inflexible. And broke. And a milkman
ACL Director Chris West could com out to Queen "I want it all" and Tim Fisher could come out to "We Don't Care" by Kanye West, First bell goes and they are panzying around then all hear you hear is "Scrambe" and all fans jump in the ring and batter both sides..
Hold on when the ACL guy wins the fight, surely Fisher would say it wasn't him in the centre circle, as he would never shake the hands of an ACL person. All about face now, shame Fisher's big head has nothing left in it, he is fighting for his own pride, although that evaporated a long time ago, trouble is he doesn't know it