In the Skybox:
Icehawg: Thanks FYI Guy. Man, you really can’t understand what the hell
those AoD people ever are talking about, can you?
Burnt: Nope. Not even back in the iAPWF.
Icehawg: Yeah, they’re no “Hitmen,” are they?
Burnt: They sure aren’t.
*high five*
Icehawg: Anyways, we’re just minutes away from the last match of the first
round of the first ever Wrassle[dot]Net associated Barroom Brawl. But as soon
as this match ends, the second round begins. No rest for the weary Burnt.
Burnt: No kidding. And boy were those some awesome matches earlier
tonight, huh Icehawg? I can’t believe it when [name here] won the first match!
Icehawg: No kidding… and who can forget the amazing finish by [name here]
to end match two?!
Burnt: Oh, surely the only way it could ever be forgotten is that if
people are still in the incredible wake of the amazing events when [name here]
triumphed in the third match!
Icehawg: I agree. Wow. Are those amazing results or what? I mean just look
at ‘em!
Burnt: It makes me proud to be involved with this great organization, *sniffle.*
A bell chimes.
Its not “Hells Bells” by AC/DC nor “For Whom the Bell Tolls” by Metallica…
because the sounds of Latin chanting begin to echo.
Icehawg: I guess that means The Disciple is out first.
Burnt: *nods*
Anastasia: From Chapel Hill, North Carolina; representing the MIA…
The Disciple!
Disciple
begins to walk down the ramp, looking all pious and such.
Burnt: Now this guy thinks he’s on a mission from God or something?
Icehawg: Sounds right to me.
Disciple
slides into the ring and kindly gestures for the mic from Anastasia, which she
hands to him. He clears his throat and begins.
Disciple: Whatsoever things are true, whatsoever
things are honest, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever
things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report: if there be any
virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things.
Burnt: Is that from Steel Magnolias or something?
Icehawg: No. It’s probably the bible. Or maybe not. Who knows?
Burnt: Hrmm, Bridges of Madison County?
Disciple: I am The Lord’s weapon, a weapon to fight against evil and for
just. And from what I see of my opponents - they are both impure.
Icehawg: *checks watch*
Burnt: *taps fingers*
Disciple: First, a woman who uses vile language and who can do nothing but
insult those who are good. I hear that not long ago she was widely loved and
admired, but she has shunned those ways. All to gain some slight advantage, all
to settle some odd UWF quibble. I must win this because I have been called,
called to defeat evil.
Burnt: Does Chevalier have an illegitimate kid?
Disciple: And the other, a “Doctor Abortion.” If this is not the pure
entity of what I am fighting against here, then I do not know what is. How can
this place let in a man so crudely named? He pays tribute to all that is wrong
with the world. He makes a mockery of the beauty of life. There must be Salvation.
This, and praise, shall only come through his defeat. And I know this will be
true because it is right.
Icehawg: Oh, those wacky cult guys!
Disciple: Be not overcome of evil, but overcome evil with good. This is
what I must do. I mean to think that the killing of an unborn Holy Spirit could
such be-