Welcome to the...

Bar Room Brawl
XIV
Return to the Bar
Round Two

Pestilence
vs
Pentagon

(Welcome back! Glad to be here myself, what? oh me.. yeah.. i know.. im just the narrator but i deserve SOME credit dont I? No.. well.. Ok.. I guess you got a GOOD point there...)

In the "Bar Room Brawl" arena,
2:00 AM

We now join Pesti immediatly after his celebration for winning the First round. All of his "friends" have retreated to their hotel rooms, all but Dark Dragon. Dragon sits in the corner of the tiny locker room assigned to Pesti, meditating on his book. Pesti is passed out on the couch, an empty bottle of Crown Royal sits at his feet. He is snoring lightly, its a pretty peaceful scene...

Two Hours Later,
4:00 AM

Still passed out on the couch, and snoring louder now. Dragon has turned in for the night and now rests his head lightly on his chest. Still pretty quiet night, considering Pesti snores like a freight train. A slight rustling sound is heard from the corner and Pesti slowly cracks one eyelid at the sound...

..eeh.. ehhh.. bbb... BD.. BDR?

The rustling noise stops as he speaks and Pesti quickly falls back asleep.

Two Hours Later Still,
6:00 AM

Sunrise, though there are no indications of the rising sun, Dark Dragon opens his eyes and rises to his feet with cat like grace. He steps over to Pesti. He shakes his head in disgust and exits the room, in search of breakfast.

Three Hours Later,
9:00 AM

Pesti awakens and begins to sit up, only to collapse back on to the couch, clutching his stomach in agony.

Ahh hell, not NOW...

He slowly gets to his feet and steps into his tiny bathroom. He does his morning prayer to the porceilin god, flushes, and then proceeds to relieve himself.

He steps out of the bathroom as Dragon re-enters carrying a large sack. Dragon retreats to his corner and begins to pull out various health food items.

Good god man, you are going to..

Eat THAT? Ewwwwww...

Dragon ignores the comments, reaches into the bag, and pulls out a bag of cheesy poofs.

Yeah.. Cheesy Poofs.. Thats the ticket...

Dragon throws Pesti a granola bar, while opening the bag of Poofs and proceeds to eat.

Whadda hell is this? Granola?

Damn no chocolate chips... Got anything else D?

NO he doesnt WE arent gonna eat this mess. Lets go get some REAL food.

Pesti turns and exits the room, leaving Dragon alone with his bag. After Pesti is gone, he reaches into the bag and pulls out a Mt. Dew and a Kit Kat...

One Hour Later,
10:00 AM

Pesti has been wandering the back of the arena in search of the cafeteria. He is sure there IS one... but he just cant FIND it. He walks down a unmarked hall, and enters the door at the end.

As he enters the room, he is standing in the same hallway he just exited. He turns to leave but smacks face first into the wall...

What the HELL is going on here... This HAS to be a nightmare....

Nightmare.. WHY did you have to say that.. Now IM sure that if this IS something is going to happen to us...

Pesti just nods his head at himself and walks down the hall to a door marked,

PENTAGON

He stands there for a moment and then turns to leave only to see the same door on the other side of the hall.

What the HELL is going on here...

I dont konw but this DONT seem like no DREAM to me...

Pesti turns again and the door is still there...

What the .. Wait.. Something wants us to open this door... Ok no problem then...

Wait DONT...

Suddenly Pesti is standing in the ring with Pentagon...

Holy S***!!

Holy HELL!!

Pesti turns around and walks into the chest of the big man...

You want some? YOU WANT SOME? ...

Lets not pish the big man off bro.. red.. red...

COME GET SOME!!!

Pesti tries to kick the big man but never connects...

Back in the REAL World,
4:00 PM

Pestilence lies sleeping on the couch, still enough alcohol in his system to kill a good sized animal, and Dragon sits in the floor before him, reading from his book...

... time... coming.. FEAR.. Love.. Hate.. Life..

Pesti slowly begins to stir and sits up...

What the .. Where is Pentagon.. i was just about to kick his ash...

Musta been a dream man.. just a bad dream...

Dragon slowly stands and hands Pestilence a towel...

You reek of alcohol, one must be clean of body to be clean of soul.

In other words.. Take a friggin shower..

Yes, shower.. SOON.

Pesti slowly stands and begins to do some stretching excersizes, with what little room is available. He soon works out the kinks, and climbs into the shower...

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