In the Bar, Pestilence and Pentagon have both entered the ring, and are taking a momentary break. (you gotta think they are tired)Tony has regained his senses and now sits at ringside, nursing his jaw. Chip and Alyssa are still making out, Dale is awake once again and spouting off about the nature of the universe, while Grimm, who is out of liqour, sits at ring side talking to a potted plant. (Chip, who is taking a breather) (quasi-exestensial Dale) Back in the Ring, Ok, Pentagon, you ready to make a match of this? Yeah, ya big baby, rested up yet? You are the one that wanted the break red....Pesti doesnt say anymore as Pentagon is crossing the ropes into the ring... Looks like we are FINALLY underway here tonight. Pentagon taking it straight to Pestilence here folks.. Hes rocking his world...Chip leans over and kisses Alyssa. Dale looks up at the match... Wow, this is soo. interesting.. i see all the possible moves Pentagon could make, and he always chooses the path of least resistance...Grimm, who is hugging the plant, turns to the ring once again... This match is so.. DEEP.. And you are too Dale.. I.. I.. Dont say it Grimm, its just the alcohol talking...I love the world man... Everyone ROCKS in my book.. all but that damn MTV guy, Carson Daly, he sucks...As the three ring announcers continue to prattle on, Pestilence has gotten the upper hand back in the ring.... Pentagon has made a crucial mistake, and Pesti has moved in on it. Pesti is now kicking the left knee of the big man, trying to get him off his feet. Pentagon reaches out, snags Pesti by the arm, and whips him chest first in to the nearest turnbuckle... Oh that had to hurt... Pesti is feeling the BURN now... Wait.. Pentagon with a big splash... jamming pestilence right into the turnbuckle...Pesti rolls back off of the turnbuckle as Pentagon steps back. He hits the mat with a thud and Pentagon goes in for the kill. Tony Danza rolls back into the ring, seeing that Pentagon is going for... Oh man.. Pentagon going for is patented submission hold... the Flashback. He locks it on... Wow.. this is a DEEP match man.. Back in the Ring, Look at that, Pesti just snapped his arm out of the socket and jerked free of Pentagon. This is crazy folks, just crazy i tell you... Someone stop the match... Pesti is back in this match people, hes on his feet.. whats he doing... Pesti is doing the ONE thing that is on his mind, setting that shoulder. He rebounds off the ropes, appearing as if he is going to clothesline Pentagon, and jumps... Landing shoulder first on the mat. SWWNNNAAPP!! The crack is audible, and the crowd gives a sigh of pain as Pesti climbs back to his feet, standign before the massive mountain of man that is Pentagon... Looks like that took more out of Pesti than he thought it would.. Hes really sorry for that one.. I can smell it on him... Chip looks over at Dale for a moment, and sees the IV is still dripping into his arm, he checks the bag... 110 mg Morophine Drip, 12 hour supply The bag is half empty. Chip shuts off the valve and turns back to the match... Got that taken care of... Where were we.. Oh yes... Pestilence is looking up into the eyes of the big man... Pesti is looking up at Pentagon, as Pentagon begins to reach for him, he stops. Pestilence takes a step back, so does Penta. Pesti takes another step back, so does Penta. What the hell is going on...Looks like Pesti has hypnotized Penta... Someone teach me that... you cant can you miss plant? Pesti suddenly charges Pentagon, and knocks him backwards, into the ropes, and over to the floor below. Learned THAT from Dragon... where is Dragon anyway...In the Back of the Arena, We see Dark Dragon sitting at a table in the Barroom Cafeteria, having a conversation with three fine girls, whom all look similar to Britney Spears. As they speak, three officers step into the room, along with one disheveled looking detective. Thats him.. "They're the ones that beat the s*** out of us.. And stole our clothes too..." Nevermind, just arrest him.. ill be in the hallway...The three officers step closer to Dragon. He stands up, stares at them for a moment. Then offers them his wrists... You may arrest me, but ONLY if you can get those handcuffs on me...Back in the "Bar", Pestilence is doing a number on the cranium of the big man, but i dont think its phasing him...Hey, look theres Jimmy Hendrix in the crowd...Where.. i dont see him.... I swear, if ONLY i hadnt stopped drinking.. c'mere Alyssa...Chip and Alyssa go at it once again, kissing that is, and we are left without announcers... Back in the Ring again, Pestilence stares at him, and begins throwing hard left and right closed fist punches. He rocks the big man back on his heels a bit, then preforms a standing drop kick, which sends the big man into the ropes... Oh.. Hold it Alyssa.. Pestilence just dropkicked Pentagon.. Oh my lord.. Pentagon has collapsed on top of Pesti.. He cant get the big oaf off of him...Tony Danza comes over, not realizing that Pesti isnt tapping out and begins to call the match, but never makes it. He suddenly drops to the mat with a sickening flop... Pesti finally rolls the big man off of him and sees Tony passed out in the ring... What the HELL is going on here... As Pesti speaks those words, a familiar looking girl, in a referee stripes, rolls into the ring... Pin him.. NOW... Pesti gives her a cockeyed look... Then does as she says...
6:35 PM
Hey, why arent they beating on one another...
What would be the point, i mean on the scheme of life, the big picture.. why do we do anything.. why dont we just lay around naked and get suntans, why dont we just roll em up, light em up, smoke em up. Why are we here? Whats the whole point...Grimm is now hugging the plant and crying softly...
Pestilence is doing stretches, while Pentagon is cracking his knuckles. Pesti hops up and dances around a bit...
Pentagon is applying his finisher, the Flashback, to Pestilence, who is laying on the mat smiling throught the pain. Tony keeps asking him if he gives... he just smiles at him and shakes his head no. A few moments later, pesti visibly goes limp, and Pentagon, not realizing his mistake, lets off a bit.
6:45 PM
Pestilence has taken over in this match. He is now in the process of beating a hole in the head of Pentagon with a Steel Chair...
Pentagon reaches up, snatches the chair in mid-flight, and proceeds to THROW it into the crowd, knocking a drunken Triple C off his chair...
TWO...
THREE...
Looks like another win for the "Unstable" One, Pestilence... I Swear this guy can win withouth outside interference...Whom even hired that "sniper" is gonna get fired... im sure of it...
"sniper"?? Oh shi... I am the one that hired her.. HER.. HER!!! Jeez, how could i be SOO stupid.. i need another drink...
Grimm pulls out his flask and drains the last few drops of liquid from it...
Looks like its up to me... Pestilence is the winner here tonight, he moves on to face either Antispawn of the AWO, or Barbarian of the CGW. This has been Jim Dale, Chip Young, and Grimm from the Bar Room Brawl Arena in Brawlsville... Signing off...The cameras cut out and we now move to the backstage area for a word with Pestilence...