In the Bar, The lights dim, the green and red spotlights pick up, thick fog rolls down the entrance ramp as the BRB-o-Tron flashes to life...
6:05 PM
Pentagon, Tony, Alyssa, and the unconsious form of Jim Dale, are awaiting the entrance of Pestilence... and keep waiting...
Down at the annoucners table,
Chip and Grimm are talking about the lateness of Pesti...
What the hell is he doing back there.. hes late.. I dont like late..
He's probably in some closet with one of the hotties from the crowd... but i dont think he would miss the BRB for anything....I dont konw.. but if he dont show in a minute hes gonna get counted out.. screw this stuff...Grimm stands up and enters the ring. He drags the limp form of Jim Dale to the edge of the ring, where some of the ever present cameramen grab him and help him to the floor. Grimm then walks over to Tony...
Tony, man, if he doesnt walk out those curtains in one minute count him out. Period.Seems kinda unfair, but hey, for you.. anything...Grimm walks over to Pentagon...
You heard me, one minute, and you win... On to the finals...
Pentagon doesnt register that he hears, as he is still watching the lithe form of Alyssa on the other side of the ring...
Grimm just shakes his head and exits the ring, and has a seat at the announcers table...
So what are we doing Grimm.. where is Pesti? Why am I here? Is there a...
Dont ask that one... I dont know really... Pesti has sixty seconds to get out here before the count begins... Back in the Ring,
Tony glances at his watch, then to the huge man, Pentagon, then back at his watch...
Thats it.. times up... Hes outta luck...
As Tony speaks, Pentagon springs from the corner and grabs him up like a rag doll. With a speed unlike a man of his size, he spins Tony around and plants him on the mat with a textbook (yes i know he is a submission but hell he has the SIZE for it)tombstone piledriver...
Tony flops the the mat, and Alyssa screams in terror at the big man, Pentagon. He stands up, touches her chin lightly, then steps over the ropes headed to the back to find his opponent Pestilence...
At the Announcers Table,
Grimm and Chip are in absolute shock at the turn of events...
Oh.. My.. God.. He just DIDNT do that.. He DIDNT just do that..
Yeah... Yeah.. He did.. and GOD i feel sorry for ANYONE that steps in his way...
Someone.. Someone call some EMT's for Tony... And get a camera on Pentagon.. QUICK...
In the Backstage Area,
Pentagon stalks the halls, looking for his opponent Pestilence. He steps up to Pesti's locker room door and kicks it in. He steps inside only to find an empty room. He walks back out into the hall and...
OOMMPH!!!
Pestilence, who was running down the hall, headed out front, runs smack into the chest of the big man, inturn knocking him self to the floor...
Ahhh.. just the.... Shut up.. Hey... we are.. umm.. on our way to the ring.. dont worry.. why did he stop counting...
I stopped the count, i wanted to whip you into Submission...Pesti, who is on one knee at the moment, looks up at the big grinning man... He does the only thing you can do in a situation like that...
THWACK!!!
Pesti unleashes a kick to the gonads of the larger man, who takes the shot like its nothing...
Why do we always do that..
And WHY must it NEVER work...
Pestilence scrambles away from the big man who stalks after him. Dark Dragon rounds the corner, almost tripping over Pestilence and stands face to face with the much larger man...
You must be Pentagon, we have much in common. If only we were not enemies at this undertaking. You must let let my friend here face you in the ring, not in a backstage brawl. Only then will you...
Pentagon, who is tired of listening to the prattling of the smaller man, tries to shove him out of the way. Dragon does not budge an inch.
One such as yourself CANNOT move me, you havent the POWER or the SKILL...
Sensing that Pestilence has had time to regain his senses, Dragon steps from Pentagons Path just as Pestilence, who is still in a toga by the way, comes rushing at the big man, bowling him over. Pesti rolls over the big man and takes off at a frantic pace towards the ring entrance...