Hardcore K: Damnit! And then it's going to be slow!
Jack Knife: It would probably not be in the best interest to doubt anything that happens in this match. Your mouth just might get you in trouble. And I'm willing to bet on it, Mister K.
Using his quickness, Playboy uses his shoulder to ram the back of the metallic Juan Shan. He stumbles forward as the DRW Bar Room Brawl representative speedily conspires for another way to take him down. A single pivot kick to the back of the leg has no effect.
Hardcore K: Do you see what is happening? The loyal HcK fans are booing these losers...
Jack Knife: I would not go so far as to call them loyal "HcK fans", but yes, I am under the belief that they expected more out of a death fight than wrassling moves... as did I.
Hardcore K: What did you expect from someone that is not I, Hardcore K?
Jack Knife: I expected a half way decent fight to the death. But to be honest, fights in the Coliseum were not always to the death. Sometimes it was until the other man passed out!
Hardcore K: No! This shall be to the death! I can not have simple knockout fights! As a former Bar Room Brawl champion and winner of the Medal of Hono[u]r recipient, I demand that this is to the death!
Jack Knife: And as a former Bar Room Brawl champion, I would rather it be a knockout fight. But then again, the final decision is up to our Chief Event Coordinator, Dr Kiebler.
Moving along with the action, Playboy tries his hardest to surpass the metal armor of The King of New York. He hops on his back and attempts a choke out, but to no avail. Using the advantage he has, Juan Shan grabs the back of Playboy's neck and slings him forward, slamming his back on the dirt.
Hardcore K: Action! There's finally some action!
At the section with Dr Kiebler, Pazuza, Happy The Clown, Dungo, and Gob...
Pazuza: Is this what you expected for this session of the Bar Room Brawl?
Dr Kiebler: Oh noes! This is turning in to something horrible! Release the weapons! Oh yays! Weapons!
A questionable look spreads across the face of Kiebs's counterparts. He lifts a lever as one of the gates open up. A man dressed as an insane clown brings out a wheel barrel laden with Renaissance and middle age style weapons.
Dr Kiebler: Yays! *claps hands* DESTRUCTION!
Happy The Clown: *sinister laugh*
Choice Of Weapon...
