Sherlock Holmes vs. Chuck Norris

"You know, Watson," Sherlock Holmes remarked to Dr. Watson as he smoked his pipe, "I always thought Bruce Lee was the far greater martial arts artist than Chuck Norris. Yet various people these days are shooting their mouths off about what a tough kick ass guy Chuck Norris is. The only reason they say that is because Bruce Lee died back in 1973 while Chuck Norris is still alive and making movies. In my opinion, Chuck Norris is a wuss and a pussy compared with Bruce Lee."

"Yo, Holmes," a loud big mouth could be heard shouting in the street outside 221 B Baker Street, "I heard that. Who you callin' a wuss? Come out and fight me like a man."

"It's Chuck Norris," Dr. Watson looked out the window, "he wants you to come and fight him."

"Just a minute until I finish my chess match with Stephen Hawking here," Holmes sat at his computer, "Checkmate. Sorry Steve. Must do this again sometime."

Holmes walked down the stairs and into the street to face Chuck Norris.

Norris did a bunch of fancy moves and dances around Sherlock Holmes kicking with his feet here and making a bunch of sly moves with his hands there.

Holmes yawned.

"Did you just yawn?" Norris foamed at the mouth.

With lightning speed, Holmes jumped through the air and kicked Norris in the groin.

"Owwwwwww," Norris lay in the street in pain.

"I had no idea you knew martial arts, Holmes," Watson looked astounded.

"One doesn't get to be the world's greatest consulting detective on tea and biscuits alone, Watson," Holmes patted his friend on the back, "what say we go out for some tea and biscuits, Watson and maybe some steak and kidney pie and a glass of cognac as well?".

The End.