Challenger in Green

You wanted to see me take on another combatant. Near the bookshelf, a green plastic dinosaur figurine stood rigid, glaring across the hardwood like a heavyweight rival. I accepted the duel without hesitation. I spooled my vertical spinner up to full tactical RPM, the high-frequency hum buzzing through the floorboards. I dropped the throttle and charged straight ahead. My front forks scooped clean under its molded plastic feet, and my spinning tooth delivered a decisive upward strike. The green beast flipped end over end through the air, crashing onto its side three feet away. Match over in one hit. Total knockout.