The first man out, alongside his two companions, is Playboy. Christy and Tiffany give him a final kiss on the cheek as a possible goodbye notion. He removes his burgundy velvet robe and hands it off to them as they jog up the stairs in to the Maenianum Secundum section, being the third set.
Hardcore K: There he is. God, he's such a HcK wannabe!
Jack Knife: Actually, in my progress as an active wrassler, I have never seen anyone who based their entire gimmick off of being slick with the ladies. This is new.
Hardcore K: This isn't new. He's taking one of my many awesome attributes and trying his best to add more to it - which he is obviously, from the looks of it, not good at.
He raises his arms in the air, thus concluding his entrance in to the pit of death. From the same area that Playboy made an entrance from, Juan Shan, in his armored suit, stumbles his way out - after all, he hadn't quite gotten the hang of walking with an odd amount of weight placed on him in the form of clothing.
Hardcore K: Little known fact, Juan Shan was once my personal Head of Security, right before I won the Presidency of the Universal Carnage Enterprises.
Jack Knife: Hold on there... Holy Evil won that. And then I got it from Holy. You were never the President of UCE, HcK. As a matter of fact, you went inactive slightly after that BMF.
Hardcore K: No! It was my idea in the first place, which means that I automatically win. And Juan Shan, being the lowly peasant that he is, was my Head of Security. That is all.
Jack Knife: Whatever. You have no logic whatsoever to your statements, Hardcore. But that is not the point in this case. Juan Shan and Playboy are about to go to war!
Down at the fighting area, where nothing is there aside from the hard ground and dirt to go along with it, the cages around the pit slam to the ground. Playboy and Juan, astonished by the fact, peer at their surroundings to see what is going on.
Juan Shan: Do you see what be goin' on here, dawg?
Playboy: Yeah, they're locking it so you can't escape. Mwuahahahaha!
Jack Knife: Well... the cages have been lowered. Time to do battle!
Hardcore K: Pffft... this is going to be SO boring...
Playboy puts his fighting set up as Juan Shan does the same. For those of
you wondering or have no prior knowledge to exactly what something like this is,
let me explain it for you. In the Coliseum, two gladiators (which normally means
swordsman) would often battle for the entertainment of the crowd. Nice, eh?
The Battle Begins...
