The Tick Boxing Log is inaugurated on a late June evening
What had begun as a very simple posting at Fat Than's stump, the promise of violent entertainment, had managed to attract no less than a mob of interested ruffians to the site of that now notorious fallen redwood, a space all hollow and rotted away. Before the crowd, and behind a small ring, was a short stool, on which a strikingly coloured leporid stood, wearing not much more than an apron and black coat: none other than Sir Tich Tan himself.
"Why have you come here? I know why you have come here, and I tell you this: you are not ready for it! The Tick Boxing Log is the next generation in extreme affray! These ticks are fierce, these ticks are crazy! Their madness will inspire and delight you! Watch them box it out for victory, all for the title, all for the glory of being the champ!" Sir Tan declared, eliciting many cheers from the rowdy rogues, scamps, and scalawags who gathered in close around the circle for the live acari combat.
"My troupe of boxing ticks are linked by the common psychopathic desire to express themselves through the fury of fisticuffs, the purity of pugilism! This is no mere tiff, to-do, or tussle! It is a titanic triumph of the brawny over the brittle! Come one, come all, and see first-hand these miracles of modernity! Witness these ticks as they fight beyond all endurance, all for the prize!"
The fact that Sir Tich Tan's boxing ticks sprayed mists of toxic venom, frequently causing unexplained illness, and even occasionally laid eggs in the scalps and hides of half-crocked spectators was, of course, never mentioned in the advertising copy.
Nor was it ever mentioned that the boxing event was, in fact, only to serve as cover for a grand conspiracy...
the Audio interpretation of Mystery X