/Proto/: Heh. He always likes to make the big entrance, I guess.
Proto kicks back on a pew, facing the door with his trusty shovel in hand, and waits for Brutal ...
A cold chill of wind blasts in the eyes of Brutal as he stands maybe twenty feet away from the dark Church of Ebola. The wind picks up a bit and Brutal's hair floats in the breeze. The camera pans out revealing Brutal in his normal wrestling attire, but in his right hand he holds the handle to the sledge hammer that is resting against his leg.
Brutal: Well, so help me God, win or lose I will ******* show Proto just how tough I am. I wonder if he is in there already?
Brutal has no clue that Proto is already lurking within the church. The loose gravel underneath his feet spreads out as he lifts the sledge hammer and rests it atop his shoulder. He steps through the gravel with a fire in his eyes, he is determined to show Proto just what kind of evil is within his own soul. He reaches the giant door of the church and reaches for the handle but stops.
Brutal: Why in the hell would I knock. I should leave a little message for Proto when he gets here.
Again Brutal is clueless with the fact that Proto is resting anxiously inside.
Proto sits in the closest pew to the door.
Prototype: ******* Brutal...better hurry up...although I could use a bit of rest...
Proto winces in pain slightly as he is a bit sore from his previous matches. He closes his eyes for a moment of rest when...
Brutal: Prototype...You won't walk out of here...you will be carried out...in a damn stretcher!
Brutal drops the hammer and stares down Proto as the tension can be felt within the church. Brutal charges Prototype, but only is fortunate enough to receive a shovel shot to the knee! He drops to a knee but shoots right back up ignoring the pain, this slammer has some serious bravery, he is dealing with a man that can only be classified as dangerous....The Fight is ON!!!
One question remains, will Ashlira show up or will she sit back and watch both her friend destroy each other? Because you know this one won't be pretty.
Brutal crashes into Prototype, and the two fall backwards, knocking over a pew. Proto's trusty shovel is trapped underneath it.
As he struggles to lift the heavy wooden pew to retrieve his favorite weapon, Brutal takes him down with a savate kick.
/Brutal/: Not so tough now ...
Brutal tips a bookshelf (You know. The ones that have hymnbooks and stuff on. Only they probably have evil hymn books on these shelves) over onto Prototype, and tries for a cover... Proto kicks out at two.
A ref has shown up, if you hadn't guessed.
/Brutal/: Good ... fight! I don't want this to be over quickly.
As Brutal heads for his sledgehamer, Proto shakes his head to clear the cobwebs.
/Proto/: Don't worry...
Brutal brings the hammer down, but before it makes contact Proto kicks his legs out.
/Proto/: ...it won't be.
Prototype throws the sledgehammer away, and manages to retrieve his shovel. Jabbing Brutal in the throat with it, he forces the youngster up against a wall ... as he raises it above his head to bash his stupid big fat face in ... sorry, too excited.
As he raises it over his head, Ashlira enters the Church.
/Ash/: Proto! NO!
Ashlira grabs the shovel and wrests it from Prototype's hands.
/Proto/: What the HELL is this?
Brutal leans against the wall coughing for a gasp for Breath as Proto just stands stunned in total shock of Ashlira's actions. He begins to walk towards Ash reaching for his shovel as Brutal drops to a knee in a weaker mode. As Proto turns his back against Brutal, the big man is able to get back to his feet.
Brutal: Son of a b......
Brutal is stopped in mid sentence as his foot kicks a book that must have fallen off the book case. He bends down and the book is none other than the "Detesting Bible". Brutal smiles as he sees this as a fitting weapon. He mumbles under his breath as he takes a step towards Proto.
Brutal: Screw You Proto....I am going to teach you a ******* lesson.
Ash backs up as Proto continues to reach for the bible. He has no clue he is about to get his lights knocked out. Brutal raises the "Detesting Bible" and brings it down with all his might.
Proto's eyes roll over and he collapses to the dirt covered floor of the Church Of Ebola. Brutal looks at the face of the book and sure enough a small smudge of blood is smeared across it, Ebola would be proud!
Brutal: Proto....you deserve this....
Brutal begins a series of bone shattering kicks, the man doesn’t aim for the chest, he goes straight for the face. Brutal is only able to get a couple strong kicks in before Ash grabs him by the arm.
Ashlira: Brutal stop this....you guys are going to kill each other....
Brutal shoots back with a sharp answer as he is caught up in the heat of the battle.
Brutal: That's the entire point Ash....get back it isn’t safe....
Even in the heat of this roaring fight, Brutal is still thinking about Ash, He turns his head to make sure she backs up a bit, and that is all Prototype needs. Proto tosses a handful of dirt from the ground into the eyes of Brutal and tackles him to the ground pummeling the slammers face. Brutal throws Proto off of him and jumps to his feet, the man seemingly is neglecting the notion of pain, he has found some strange era of strength and evil!
Brutal: You will have to try better than th....
Brutal is tackled over a pew by Proto before he can ever finish his sentence. The two men spill to the ground in-between to pews, as Ashlira looks on torn between emotions. She doesn’t want this match to go down....Someone is going to get hurt...
Ashlira continues to look on as the two slammers - both friends of hers in very different ways - continue to tear each other apart.
/Ash/: This shouldn't be happening ...
Proto looks up from where he is banging Brutal's head repeatedly aganst an upturned pew.
/Proto/: It's his fault, Ash. I warned you he was trouble, but noooo, you had to go and fu-
Brutal brings a knee up between Prototype's legs ... Proto keels over. Brutal picks him up, and slams him onto the altar.
/Brutal/: Now we end this ...
Brutal seems completely unfazed by all the punishment he's received as he scales a pillar to the side of the church
/Ash/: Careful, Brutal!
/Brutal/: See you in hell, Proto ...
Brutal launches himself at the prone Prototype ... as he connects, and the altar collapses with asickening thud, Proto's body almost seems to snap in half.
Brutal makes the cover.
One ... two ... thr - Proto gets a shoulder up!
/Brutal/: What the? How did he...?
Brutal makes a second cover. Again, Proto kicks out. As the stunned Brutal looks around for something even more final, Proto spits a mouthful of bright red blood out.
/Proto/: *cough* ... you'll have to do a lot more than that ... to keep me down ...
Brutal steps over a pew ... as he strains, and witha creaking the pew starts to tip over, Proto sees it just in time, and rolls out of the way... and staggers to his feet.
/Proto/: Come on ... show me what you REALLY got...
Brutal shakes his head disbelievingly, and fires a clothesline at Proto ...
The church is thrashed, pews are shattered, and turned up right, Book shelves are tossed to the ground, and the oak floor tiles are stained with blood and sweat. Brutal goes for the clothesline but Proto duck down and sends Brutal flying over Proto's shoulders with a huge back-body drop!!! Brutal smashes his back onto the wooden floor boards, and the wood creaks of age, and instability.
Prototype: Damn it boy....stay the **** down....
Brutal rolls around on the floor in pain, his back is on fire from the impact on the solid wood floor. He rolls around letting out an occasionally holler of agony. Proto limps over to Brutal a bit winded from the match. He sticks his boot atop Brutal's throat and begins to squeeze the larynx shut. Brutal punches the leg with all his might, but it is no use Proto is set on seriously hurting Brutal.
Prototype: Die you son of a *****!!! Damn boy you brought this on yourself...
The concentration in Prototype can be seen, as his forehead is soaked with sweat and blood. Brutal gasps for air as his intensity is still evident as he manages to give Prototype the bird! This is obviously enraging Proto as he leans on Brutal's throat with even more weight.
Prototype: It's over Brutal....just give up and I will end it nice and quick....
Brutal's face is a deep shade of purple from the lack of oxygen. He still has his wits about himself as he wraps his leg around the foot in which Proto is choking him with. Brutal pushes back Proto with all his might, sending Proto falling down to the ground.
Brutal: *Cough* **** You Proto...this is my damn...*Gasp* Time....
Brutal stagers to his feet gasping desperately for some bit of air. Proto gets to his feet easily as he has taken far less of a beating than Brutal but both men have kept up the same amount of intensity the match was started on. Brutal begins to run, and CRASH!!! His foot crashes through he floorboards, apparently the old Church Of Ebola is just that, decrepit.
Prototype: Now I have got you, you little *****...
Brutal lays on the ground, one foot through the floor boards and his other bent in a very awkward position. Brutal manages to free his leg from he hole in the floor just in time, but not in nearly enough time. He turns around and is greeted with a low blow by Proto!
Prototype: It ends now!
Brutal hunches over in pain as Proto sets him up for a powerbomb, apparently Proto has noticed the weak floorboards just a few inches in front of him. He lifts Brutal up high into the muggy air of the Church, and drives him down with the intent to harm...
Prototype: HOLY ****!!! Crazy boy......**** I didn’t know that would happen....
Apparently the basement to the Church was long forgotten since the last real use of the place. Brutal lies in a crumpled heat of dust and shattered wood. A long floorboard lies across his mouth as his eyes are closed shut and a bit of blood begins to leak from his forehead. Prototype is still in awe but has the mind enough to lower himself through the hole in the floor. He drops down to the dark and dreary basement of the Church and scans the room. A couple stacks of dusty books, an old bookshelf, and the remains of the old desk Brutal crashed through. Proto is amazed by the history in the church, or he may just be stupid. He finally turns his wandering attention back to Brutal.....
Ashlira looks down through the gaping hole, and sees Proto slowly walking towards the unconscious Brutal.
/Ash/: PROTO! Please .. he's had enough. Look at him!
/Proto/: Well ... maybe you're right.
Proto makes the casual cover. One ... two ... three. It's over. Proto looks down at the unmoving Brutal, and nudges him with his foot.
/Proto/: Hey.
Nothing.
/Ashlira/: Ohmigod...
She drops agilely down into the catacomb, and rushes to the side of her fallen boyfriend. Proto kicks him again.
/Proto/: Is he dead? I warned him enough times.
/Ash/: No - he's still breathing. Thank God .... Now. Get. The hell. Away. From. Him.
Proto shrugs, and turns away. As he does, Brutal's hand shoots out and grabs his ankle.
/Brutal/: This isn't ... o-over.
Prototype wrenches his leg free, and kicks Brutal one more time, this time in the temple, before Ashlira can stop him.
/Proto/: It is for now.
/Ashlira/: Get out of here. Please.
Prototype turns, and leaves Ashlira hunched over her out-cold love ... her tears dripping on Brutal's chest.
Bleed...
