ENTER DON KING*, WITH A PAIR OF CHOPSTICKS STUCK IN HIS GREYING AFRO: Ladies, gentlemen, good evening, day, morning, whatever time it is wherever you are. Welcome to the main event. Simmer down, simmer down, quiet around the ring. (Clears throat.) We've got ourselves a great fight tonight, ladies and gentlemen. Me, I've always been more of a boxing fan. But I like literature, I like reading. I've been known to do it every now and again. I read inflight magazines, shampoo bottles, cereal boxes, that kind of thing. And I love Chinese food—you see this stain on my shirt? That's sweet and sour sauce—that's right. Anyway, I'm honored to have been asked to introduce this here second round of literary sparring. Now, there's no floor ref tonight, ladies and gentlemen, so it'll be up to you to decide who wins the fight. You can vote online—log in and vote away. They look like some hearty fighters up here, so I'm ready for a good one, and remember, you can vote once every day. So come back now, yahear? Alright! Let's keep it clean, keep it classy, keep smack-talk to a minimum. Or not. Whatever. (Rings bell. DING DING DING.) DON KING EXITS, PUMPING HIS CLASPED HANDS ABOVE HIS HEAD LIKE A KING OF OLD TO THE ENTHUSIASTIC CHEERS OF THE ROARING CROWD.So begins the second round Ctrip's writing contest, My Chengdu Story (log in to vote for your favorites). As Don King mentioned above in his pre-fight remarks, you can vote once per day, every day. So keep coming back! Vote for your friends, or, if you'd prefer, vote for everyone but your enemies. Either way, it's in your hands, which is pretty cool. So read on, intrepid literati! *This is a scene from my imagination; Don King has not endorsed this message. The contest, however, is very real.