In one corner of the ring stands the challenger, the Mystic Marvel. In the other corner stands the champion, the Supplanter. The Supplanter basks in all his successful conquests. He relishes that last match with Laban the Larcenist. It was such a sweet victory because the champ had beaten Laban at his own game ” somehow he had gotten away with more deceitful moves than even the underhanded Laban. The champ laughs as he thinks about how easy so many of his victories have been ” like taking candy from a baby. The champ is no stronger than the contenders against whom he is matched, but he is as sly as a grinch.

Even that first match with Esau the Redman had been won by sheer craftiness. The champ knew that Esau had a problem with his blood sugar, so he arranged to wrestle him just before lun…