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Question Mark: Now the two have switched chariots!
Dr Kiebler: Oh yays! Theft! This is punishable by DEATH!
Question Mark: Errr... okay then. In any case, they are trying to ram in to each other again!
Dr Kiebler: Yes! Havoc induced upon each other! Oh yays!
Both contestants gritting their teeth... both having the will to win with authority... both wanting to advance in the Bar Room Brawl and make it to the third and final round... and finally, both wanting to destroy each other's chariot. Aurora reaches in to the back of Chain's chariot and tosses out a spear. It drives through the arm of Jay Marco causing him to wrench in agony. Still, he pushes to win.
Question Mark: Oh man! Aurora is just going relentless on Chain Reaction! First a spear and now a wine glass thrown at his face!
Dr Kiebler: I see blood! BLOOD! Maybe he will bleed his life away! Oh yays! Bleeding to death!
Question Mark: Tell me... why did I accept this job as play by play commentator? I could have stayed in the USOB Arena and been happy.
Chain continues to bleed as Aurora takes advantage of it. She rams in to the chariot once more, only for it to flip over. It crushes under it's own weight as the lifeless body of Anna Nicole Smith, Samantha the Prostitute, Helga the Opera Singing Hooker, Miss Fit, and The Gothic Emo Chick feel the pain. Chain's body flings from the chariot and out in to the open field with Aurora, Ollie the Magical Bum, Hobo John, Homeless T, Mister Glass, and Hopper show a sign of glee.
Aurora: I won! I beat Chain Reaction in this destructive chariot race!
As Aurora raises his arms in victory over the fallen Jay Marco, Question Mark and Dr Kiebler stand up. The surrounding blood-thirsty crowd tones down the volume for the moment as the Chief Event Coordinator lowers the microphone to his mouth level.
Dr Kiebler: Oh noes! Aurora, you did not win the second round of the Bar Room Brawl!
A look of resentment and confusion spreads across her face like a wildfire. She lowers her arms to shoulder level and cocks her head to the side. It is apparent that the chariot that Chain Reaction was in was destroyed. It is also apparent that Aurora caused it to happen.
Dr Kiebler: Aurora, you had your own chariot to use! You switched over and used Chain Reaction's!
Question Mark: Oh come on... this is a screw job if I've ever seen one. Over a technicality, Kiebs?
Dr Kiebler: SILENCE! Chain Reaction's chariot was not destroyed, and yours was! He wins the second round! Oh yays!
Aurora: What!? That's not right! It's not fair!
Question Mark: You know, I have to agree with the NGPW representative on this one. You can not do something like that over a technicality...
Dr Kiebler: It is settled! Chain Reaction advances to the third and final round of the Bar Room Brawl! Oh yays!
Aurora sulks as she drags her feet away from the scene. Jay, finally pulling himself to his feet and making sense of what happened, realizes Aurora's failure. With a smirk on his face, he glares at his crew of homeless stallions.
Chain Reaction: Wow... seems like this worked out for the ****ing King anyway, now didn't it?
Striding away from the pit in which the chariot race was held, the self proclaimed King and Messiah greets Aurora in the catacombs where she can been seen gathering her belongings and complementary second round Renaissance and Bar Room Brawl prizes.
Chain Reaction: So did you actually think you were going to **** win something like this against me? ME!? I'm Chain ****ing Reaction, you Amazonian beast...
Aurora: Excuse me? I don't have time for you right now. I'm kind of pissed off at the fact that I was screwed outta the Bar Room Brawl...
Chain Reaction: Whine, bitch, moan, complain, and anything else you want to do. It's not going to reverse the ****ing decision. Face it, whore. You lost your only shot... and now? Now I move in for the kill in the third round to claim what has been mine since August of 2005 when Hardcore K screwed me out of the Medal of Honor. Yeah... Davros is a ****ing idiot. All of this gravitational and electromagnetic **** I went through... and then the God damn race against a ****ing wannabe egomaniac? I ****ing deserve it this now. And you're not going to stop it. No one will. Not even Dr Kiebler.
Nodding her head and attempting to ignore Jay Marco, she zips up her duffel bag and throws it over her shoulder. Since... you know... manly type women don't wear purses. They wear duffel bags... and other big type things. Maybe even suitcases.
Chain Reaction: Yeah... you better ****ing walk away. Run along to Japan and tell them how you ****ed it up midway through the event.
Snickering at the fact that Aurora failed Chevalier, since... you know... Chain only faked his death to get away from NGPW anyway... he gathers up his own items and prizes. Hobo John, Hopper, Homeless T, Mister Glass, and Ollie the Magical Bum make their way down to the catacombs. She leaves.
Mister Glass: You did it! You won the event! I knew the hero would win! It always works like that!
Chain Reaction: News flash for ya, prick. I'm the villain. Always have been. Always will be. Evil beat good this time. And in the next round? In the next round, evil will win the war. Like it is supposed to be. I know I'm an ass, and I've come to terms with that.
Hobo John: I told you if you kept talking bad, I would have to do someth--
*THWACK!*
*CRACK!*
*SLAM!*
With a look of vengeance in his eyes, Chain Reaction continues to beat down the homeless man that stabbed him on the bus prior to him defeating Cooneyrj4 in the first round of the Bar Room Brawl. He quickly jerks his neck around to take a look at the other paid hobos.
Chain Reaction: Now... you mother ****ers stay away from me. If you want, since it's the only action you're ever going to get anyway, go **** the dead Anna Nicole Smith body more than likely still laying outside on the ground. Peace.
Heh... peace... said by Chain Reaction. It's just funny to me.