Playboy: Yes! Now I can kill this guy and get my awesome 'Wild Party Girls Gone Wild' DVD out!
Hardcore K: Finally they're using weapons... I don't know how much more I could have taken of headlocks and arm bars or whatever those two were doing out there.
Jack Knife: Well, as Canada's Greatest Export, like you love to say, you should appreciate it.
Hardcore K: Look, I've seen enough wrassling. At birth, I was taught the Sharpshooter. It's just a Canadian ritual... give birth... teach offspring Sharpshooter... turn in to wrassler.
Jack Knife: Well, believe it or not, those maces are heavy! And Playboy is swinging it around like it's nothing!
He is a strong one, indeed. But it's the centripetal force that does it. Like that Disney commercial said so many years ago. He grits his teeth, using his right arm to make large swings with the said mace. When The King of New York arrives at the area of weapons, he removes a javelin for himself after taking off his gloves (as to grab the weapon, ass).
*SLAM!*
Jack Knife: Oh your religious figure! Playboy might have taken off Juan's head right there! And if not, that helmet is definitely not going back on that suit...
Hardcore K: Yes! Destroy him! Oh! Right to the legs!
The metal legs reduce to nothing but bent pieces. Playboy, losing control of the weapon, slings it in a totally different direction. Juan, realizing this, uses the javelin to take the aggressor off of his feet.
Dr Kiebler: What kind of death fight IS this!? Where is the blood!? The agony!?
Pazuza: I do not know, Kiebs. Shall we release the secret weapons?
Dr Kiebler: Oh yays! I thought you would never mention it! The secret weapons!
The steel gates preventing the entrants from escaping raise up. The two look at one in particular where growls can be heard coming from. In a sight of distress, their eyes widen.
Hardcore K: Whoah... hold on.... this is going to be awesome. I can already tell.
Jack Knife: Awesome? What the hell is going on down there!?
Hardcore K: Don't you see the secret weapons? Man... I, Hardcore K, am glad that I am not down there.
The megalomaniac dwarf claps his hands more-so. Happy The Clown laughs
even more sinister, and Dungo throws feces in to the fighting pit.
The Secret Weapon...
