JR: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Hell! It�s the first round of the twelfth Bar Room Brawl event! I�m Jim Ross, and here with me is Jerry �the King� Lawler.

King: I can�t believe we�re actually here, JR! Who�d have thought Grimm could organise this?

JR: Nevertheless, Bar Room Brawl owner and promoter, Grimm, has managed to negotiate with Satan himself, and here we are. Folks, after Ohio, this is the strangest place I have ever sat at an announcing table.

The cameras pan back to show the location for this event. It almost looks like a standard arena� almost. There�s no ring lighting� it�s all chandeliers piled high with candles. The entrance ramp bridges a river of molten lava. Then there�s the small matter of the crowd� or lack of it. Because apart from the commentary team, the timekeeper and the announcer, the Fink, the arena is utterly desolate. Not a soul, alive or dead.

King: Uh, JR? Where are the fans?

JR: I�m hearing on my earpiece that the orchestrator of this whole event, Grimm, is on his way out here to open up proceedings.

King: But there�s no fans�

Grimm makes his way out� climbing into the ring, he waves at the commentary table before taking up a microphone and addressing the TV cameras. There�s still absolutely no one here.

Grimm: Ladies and gentlemen, at this time I�d like to introduce my partner and co-promoter of this great event, the Fallen Angel, the Prince of Lies, the Master of the Nine Levels of Hell, the Stealer Of Souls, Hades, Old Nick, Marduke, the Great Devourer, the Morning Star, the Ultimate Evil, the Adversary, the Lord of the Flies, Mephistopheles, and a very close, personal friend of mine, please, let�s give it up for SATAN!

�Oops, I Did It Again�, by Brittany Spears plays, as Beelzebub makes his way out. Standing a fairly normal six feet tall, the horned and red skinned being treads down the aisle, and stalks up the ring steps� the steel melts slightly, leaving his footprints there permanently.

JR: There he is, folks, the most evil being in this, or any other universe.

Satan: Grimmy!

Grimm: Hey Satan.

Grimm and Satan exchange air kisses, and hugs, before Grimm addresses, well, the TV cameras.

Grimm: Thanks for coming out here, Satan.

Satan: Aw gee, no problem, Grimmy. Anything for you, honeybuns.

Grimm: Hey! Not out here, OK?

Satan: What do we have to be ashamed about?

Grimm: Just not right now, OK?

Satan: *sniff*� it�s always like this when your friends are around

Grimm: For crying out� look, just do that magic thing and get us a crowd. I was going to build your part up a little, but if you�re just going to get all teary-eyed, then you may as well go.

Satan: Fine. Be like that.

Satan clicks his fingers, and a crowd of twenty thousand lost and tormented souls appear in the seating.

King: This is a good deal for those guys.. I heard down here in hell they only get CEW programming� those poor bastards. You see, kids? You misbehave and go to hell, and you�ll only be able to watch CEW, too.

JR: Hey, look, King. In the celebrity section. There�s Jim Morrison, Napoleon Bonaparte, Robert Yell, Attilla the Hun, Pontius Pilate, and yes, that looks like the drummer from Def Leppard�s arm and leg Pilate is waving in lieu of a decent sign

King: Why is Yell in the audience?

JR: Don�t you remember that whole e-mail thing?

King: But� he�s not dead yet

Satan (overhearing): I'm just getting him used to it... He'll be here soon enough.

Ross: But what�s L. Ron Hubbard doing there?

Satan: What? Dianetics? The Church of Scientology? Who do you think came up with that? Me, of course... just less followers for that guy upstairs... Now Grimm, c�mon, sweetie. Time to go.

JR: Folks, Grimm and Satan are leaving the ring� Satan is trying to hold Grimm�s hand, but Grimm is not allowing it� we can only wonder at what�s going on there.

King: You can wonder, JR, I�m happy in blissful ignorance.

JR: Enough of this claptrap. Folks, we�re about ready to get underway with our first match of the evening - Prototype, representing the CWF, against the CGW�s Whitelight. Let�s head backstage to Michael Cole, who�s with Whitelight.

We cut to a dark and dank looking cell, one of a type that all the competitors here tonight are being forced to use as locker-rooms. Michael Cole looks around nervously before talking to Whitelight�

Cole: Good evening, folks, I�m here with the CGW�s Whitelight. Whitey, how do you feel about this match?

Whitelight: Well, Cole, it�s about time I had my shot at a little glory. The C-G-dub is the most under-appreciated fed in Cyberslam - and I�m gonna do my part to alter that by winning Bar Room Brawl XII. Prototype, you have no chance against the devastation of illumination. You may as well forfeit now, and save yourself. Because I don�t intend to take any chances� this match is going to be down and dirty, and I will win. Guaranteed.

Cole: Strong words. How do you feel about having to compete in Hell?

Whitelight: I think it�s great� I like the unorthodox, and this scheme by Grimm is certainly that. In fact, I like it so much, I�m gonna kick the snot out of Prototype. I aim to rise from the depths of Hell carrying the Widowmaker trophy. Anything less has barely crossed my mind.

Cole: Won't you opponent be saying the same thing?

Whitelight: Prototype? That biatchabutuka is just a stepping stone for me, whether he likes it or not. He WILL taste the Electric Chair Drop. I guarantee it.

Cole: Very confident. Thanks, Whitelight.

Michael Cole leaves. The camera follows him across the corridor into Prototype�s locker-room.

Cole: Now I�m here with a CWF legend, and former Cage of Rage: Stable Wars holder, Prototype! Proto, your track record in this kind of event suggests you have a good chance of success. Do you think you will win?

Prototype: I don�t think. I know. One against one, mano a mano, I�m better than anyone. And Whitelight will find this out first hand.

Cole: Do you think competing in Hell will have an effect on your opponent here tonight?

Prototype: Definitely. He�s from the CGW, so he�s already used to being in Hell. That might be considered an unfair advantage, but I don�t care. We all got here, f**k knows how, but we�re here, and I�m going to enjoy my time here as much as possible. And I enjoy beating on pissant punks like Whitey.

Cole: How much do you actually know about Whitelight? Have you done your homework?

Prototype: I don�t need to do my homework. I have enough innate talent and ability to beat any man in Cslam like a Muslim wife. F**k Whitelight� basically, Mikey, he�s just the supporting act. I�m the main event here. Now get outta my damn way� I have some ass to kick. Proto shoves past Michael Cole and heads out of his locker-room�

Back in the arena, the twenty thousand denizens of Hell brandish their signs (�All Hail Satan�, �Mephistopheles 3:16�, �Jesus is Gay�, �Finally, the Bar Room Brawl Has Come Back to Hell�, �I wish I was watching RAW�, and many more), whilst gibbering demonically amongst themselves

JR: Folks, we�re fast approaching the entrance of the first two competitors in Bar Room Brawl XII. Prototype and Whitelight. Two very different competitors. Only here, in the Bar Room Brawl, can slammers from such varying backgrounds come together and unite in violence against each other.

King: What a beautiful little speech, Ross� I�m touched. Seriously, I am.

JR: I�m hearing on my earpiece that -

Jim Ross is cut off by a loud rumbling noise. Suddenly, every single one of the candles in the giant chandeliers is extinguished� the only illumination comes from the dull red glow of the molten magma running across the arena. As �One Man Army�, by the Prodigy, plays, and the words �Suicide Squad� twist into appearance on the Satantron, the demons making up the fans boo him. Even demons hate this guy. As the multitude of candles are cautiously re-lit, Proto treads slowly down the aisle. Specially booked by Satan and Grimm for the evening, Adolf Hitler handles the in-ring introductions.

Hitler: Damen und Herren, Willkommen zum zw�lften Stabrauml�rm! Vom das Vereinigten K�nigreich, 288 Pfund und stellung belastend 5 Fu� 9 Zoll hoch, das CWF darstellend, Ein bauteil des Selbstmordsquad, hier ist ihn zuerst anmeldend�

------PROTOTYPE!

Prototype rolls into the ring under the bottom rope, and pulls a hero pose on top of the turnbuckle. The fans continue to boo him�. Hitler checks his sheet of paper before continuing.

Hitler: Und sein entgegengesetztes, das CGW, einen jungen Mann darstellend mit einer gro�en Zukunft. Von den USA steht wiegen bei 218 Pfund und ihm 6 Fu� 1 Zoll hoch, geben bitte ein herzliches Willkommen zu�

------WHITELIGHT!

As �Illumination� by the Rollins Band thumps through the PA system here in Hell, the lava either side of the rampway erupts, sending a bright white flash throughout the arena. As the smoke clears, and the fans nearest the lava river finish burning, Whitelight steps, out onto the ramp. To a decent pop from the fans, he makes his way down to ringside, where he looks steadily up at Prototype, who is still posing on the turnbuckle. Cautiously, Whitelight walks up the steps, and into the ring.

JR: Adolf Hitler is leaving, and special referee Jeffrey Dahmer is calling the two competitors together. Genghis Khan has rang the bell! This match is underway!

King: Come on, let�s see some action at last!

JR: Prototype walking around the circumference of the ring� Whitelight is standing motionless, waiting for Prototype to make the first move.

King: Look at the size difference� Whitelight may be taller, but he�s giving away seventy pounds here! That could come into play, JR!

JR: Indeed it could, King� they lock up! Jostling for position� Proto throws Whitelight back into the ropes!

King: There�s that strength advantage I was mentioning. Whitelight is gonna have to use all of his speed and agility to stand a chance here.

Ross: Prototype moving in, and he nails Whitelight with stiff rights and lefts! But a big right hook is ducked by Whitelight, who counters with punches of his own! He�s working on Prototype�s body; maybe he�s trying to take the bigger man�s air away from him.

King: If you can�t breathe, you can�t wrestle. Kinda obvious, but very true.

Ross: Uh, yeah. Prototype now backtracking, and Whitelight on the offensive.

King: I forgot to ask earlier, Ross� what kind of gimmick is this match?

Ross: King, not every match has to have a gimmick

King: Yeah they do

Ross: No, they don�t

King: All good matches have gimmicks

Ross: No, they do not. Some gimmick matches are good, but some suck.

King: This match should have a gimmick

Ross: King, it�s set in Hell. What more do you need?

King: *mumble* *mumble*� tables� *mumble*� ladder match� *mumble*� flaming cage�

Ross: Sorry?

King: Forget it. Call the match, JR.

Ross: You�re getting harder to deal with all the time, you know that? OK. Whitelight forcing Proto into the corner of the ring, Irish whip to the far corner, and follows up with a clothesline, but no-one home! Proto moved out of the way just in time!

King: That was lucky, Whitelight was really moving there!

Ross: Whitelight drops to one knee, and Prototype takes advantage! Scoops Whitelight up.. big slam! Goes for the elbow, and connects hard!

Prototype breaks off his attack to pose for the crowd, who respond by booing loudly. As Proto turns round, he gets nailed with a flying forearm by Whitelight - the crowd cheer and wave their pitchforks, signs, and so on wildly.

Ross: I don�t understand Prototype sometimes� he has the advantage and he throws it away like that. Whitelight now throwing Prototype into the ropes� leapfrog by Whitelight, and a back body drop! Outstanding!

King: C�mon, Proto! Get up!

Ross: Hey, a little impartiality here, King? Whitelight now stomping Prototype� these two have had some harsh words for one another in the build up to this match, and the bitterness is starting to show, King.

King: I heard Proto called Whitelight a, ugh, well I can�t say it on television, but it was very nasty.

Ross: I bet it was. With Whitelight continuing his assault, Prototype rolls out of the ring to regain some composure!

King: Classic heel tactics there by the CWF man.

Ross: Prototype walking, stalking even, around the ring now, and Whitelight is sitting in the ropes, motioning him to get back in the ring! The fans are lapping this up! Whitelight is really giving Prototype something to think about here tonight!

King: Whitelight�s a lot better than Prototype expected.. maybe Proto should have prepared for this!

Ross: I think you�re right, King. Prototype is looking worried as hell - no pun intended. The referee�s up to seven, and Prototype rolls in to break the count, then straight back out again.

King: He�s stalling, to break Whitelight�s momentum. I should know, I used to do this all the time.

Ross: And most of your matches sucked, Jerry.

King: Hey!

Ross: Genghis Khan is ordering Prototype to get back into the ring now� he�s seen enough time-wasting here. Whitelight is stepping back, and beckoning Prototype in.. and Prototype slowly enters once more this time staying there. Whitelight advances� thumb to the eye by Proto!

King: He�s pulling out all the old textbook stuff tonight! Wonderful!

Ross: Prototype now pressing� shoving Whitelight back against the ropes, knee to the sternum followed by a clubbing axe-handle blow sends the CGW representative down to the mat!

King: I think he�s stepping things up here!

Ross: Prototype now picking Whitelight up� side suplex! Goes for the count� Genghis Khan is over there with the count� but Whitelight kicks out after only one!

King: It�s gonna take a lot more than that to keep him down, especially in an event such as this!

Ross: Prototype positions Whitelight�s head under the ropes� slingshot!

King: Whitelight�s throat was just JAMMED into the bottom rope! Nasty!

Ross: Indeed. The fans are booing, and Prototype is continuing to use every trick in the book to get the advantage over the younger competitor!

King: Now he�s choking him!

Ross: Genghis Khan isn�t trying to stop him! Damnit, that�s ILLEGAL, Genghis! I don�t think he realises, King!

King: I KNEW Grimm should have got some trained officials� cheap son of a� he HAD to use locals, didn�t he?

Ross: The fans are protesting, and even Proto seems surprised he�s getting away with this, but nevertheless, he�s still choking Whitelight out!

King: Wait, what�s that noise?

At that point, the lava stream starts to boil, the chandeliers start to rattle and there�s a roaring noise faintly heard in the background

Ross: Prototype is still choking the very life out of Whitelight! Genghis Khan is - I don�t believe it! He�s checking Whitelight�s arm to see if he�s out! Once� and it drops! Twice�. And Whitelight�s arm drops again! Third time�. It stays up! It stays up! Whitelight is still with us!

King: But for how long, JR? Prototype is still choking him mercilessly - look! His arm is wavering!

Ross: If Prototype wins via a chokehold, this will be a travesty of justice. And a really boring way to end a match.

King: That noise is getting louder, JR!

Suddenly, �Trust� by Megadeath plays over the PA, and the crowd erupt!

Ross: It�s INFERNO! He�s charging down the ramp!

King: The crowd are going wild! Crowds ALWAYS like their hometown heroes returning, and Inferno is no exception to the rule! If anyone was gonna make an unscheduled appearance in the depths of Hell, it HAD to be Inferno!

Ross: Inferno is on the ring apron, and Prototype releases Whitelight, and walks over!

King: What�s gonna happen?!

Ross: Prototype and Inferno are in a stare down! Folks, for those of you who don�t know who this guy is, he�s a past BRB winner, and a fellow CGW slammer of Whitelight�s. But what�s he doing out here?

King: He�s a member of the Underground, but Whitelight hasn�t been in a stable since FUBAR blew up!

Ross: Proto just shoved Inferno! Inferno shoves him back! And Prototype spears Inferno through the ropes! The two are rolling around on the outside, punching and kicking, and Genghis Khan is letting this go unchecked!

King: He was the leader of the Golden Horde that swept across Asia and much of Europe in the late 12th and early 13th century, creating an empire of a size unrivalled before or since in human history, JR. He�s used to a little rough and tumble

Ross: You�re very well informed, King

King: I do my homework. Born simply Temujin in 1167 AD, Genghis Khan, his mother and siblings were abandoned by their tribe after his chieftain father was poisoned. The family experienced years of hardship, and Temujin was told by his mother to ``remember, you have no companions but your shadow''.

Ross: King -

King: The boy Temujin showed early promise as a leader and fighter. By 1206, Temujin's military initiatives had defeated all competing tribes, and his power was such that he was proclaimed Genghis Khan, the `universal or oceanic ruler' of the Mongol chieftains.

Ross: King, please -

King: Genghis Khan pledged to share with his followers both the sweet and the bitter of life. In structuring his army, he integrated soldiers from different tribes, thus inspiring loyalty to the Mongol army as a whole rather than to a specific lineage. He gave his enemies one simple choice: surrender and be enslaved, or die. Declaring �I am the punishment of God�, Genghis Khan was a fearsome figure indeed.

Ross: King!

King: By consistently enforcing discipline, rewarding skill and allegiance, and punishing those who opposed him, Genghis Khan established a vast empire. At the time of his death in 1227, Genghis Khan's empire extended from Hungary across Asia to Korea, and from Siberia to Tibet. In 1279, Genghis Khan's grandson, Kublai Khan, founded the Chinese-style Yuan dynasty. Mongol rule brought relative peace to Asia, leaving China accessible to foreign visitors, such as Marco Polo.

Ross: KING!

King: Native arts flourished, including calligraphy, painting and literature� what? What?

Ross: That�s enough.

King: Philistine

Ross: For the love of� we�re paid to commentate upon a wrestling match. This isn�t the Discovery Channel. Folks, I�m real sorry. Prototype and Inferno are still punching each other�s lights out on the outside of the ring, and Whitelight is starting to recover, coughing, in the ring. Genghis Khan is beginning to count�

King: If Prototype isn�t careful, he�s gonna lose by count out!

Ross: Inferno with the Irish whip, but Proto reverses it! Inferno crashes into the steel steps!

King: Get back in the ring, Proto!

Ross: Proto turns around� and Whitelight nails him with a corkscrew plancha! He FLEW over the top rope there!

King: Wow!

Ross: The fans are showing their appreciation for that move, but both men are down right now! This match is taking its toll on both competitors!

King: What�s Inferno doing?

Ross: He�s slowly getting to his feet after crashing into the steps� he�s over by Prototype� Spontaneous Combustion! Spontaneous Combustion on the concrete floor! My God! The demons and so on in the crowd are going ballistic! And now he�s throwing Whitelight into the ring! He�s helping Whitelight!

King: What could that mean, JR?

Ross: Like I said, Whitelight has no stable, Inferno leads the Underground. Do the math.

King: Huh� hmmm� maybe Whitelight might be involved with the Underground in some way?

Ross: Good, King. You�re quicker than a toilet stop in rattlesnake country.

King: Thanks!

Ross: Genghis Khan has the hang of this now� he�s counting� he�s up to five, and Prototype still hasn�t moved! Inferno is nodding to the still down Whitelight, and heading back up the ramp and out of here.

King: Six� seven�. come on, Proto!

Ross: Prototype is struggling to one knee� I think he�s going to make it� yes! On nine, he manages to roll into the ring, this match will continue, ladies and gentlemen!

King: This match is wide open right now, Ross� either man could advance into the next round!

Ross: But Prototype looks like he�s been wounded after Inferno nailed him on the outside!

King: Man, look at that cut� his entire face is busted open!

Ross: A bleeding Prototype now back on his feet.

King: He�s looking very shaky, JR

Ross: I�m not surprised, King. Proto with a haymaker� Whitelight blocks it! Right hand I response from Whitelight connects! And another! And another and another and another! Proto is really reeling now!

King: I think Whitelight has gotten his second wind! He�s looking very fresh still, and Proto looks almost out of gas!

Ross: The fans are sensing a climax to this match now..

King: Huhuhuh, you said �climax�

Ross: Damnit, King, don�t start with that again now, of all times. Whitelight with an atomic drop! Prototype goes down, and Whitelight is climbing the ropes!

King: What�s he going to do now?

Ross: He�s waiting for Proto to get to his feet! Missile dropkick! Incredible stamina being shown here by Whitelight!

King: This could be over any second! He�s giving some kind of signal to the fans!

Ross: Whitelight flips Prototype onto his face� grabs his legs� and lifts him onto his shoulders! And then drops him face first! Electric Chair Drop!

King: It�s over! I don�t believe it!

Ross: Genghis Khan is over there� one� two� th - no! Someone pulled Genghis Khan out of the ring!

King: It�s HITLER!

Ross: Adolf Hitler just saved Prototype! He�s supposed to be the guest ring announcer!

King: And now Genghis Khan just punched Adolf Hitler! The crowd are going wild!

Ross: The two masters of empires are brawling on the outside! With no ref, Whitelight gets up angrily� heads outside� double noggin knocker! He just cracked Genghis Khan and Adolf Hitler�s heads together! Both dictators fall to the ground!

King: Now what?

Ross: Whitelight back into the ring� he heads over to Prototype� low blow by Proto! Desperation move!

King: With no ref, he can do what he likes out there!

Ross: Whitelight writhing in pain, and Prototype wipes the blood out of his eyes before connecting with a knee drop on his opponent

King: This has been back and forth all the way through�. Surely one of these guys will crack at some point!

Ross: Prototype lifts Whitelight up for a suplex� he�s holding him up there� still holding him� he turned it into a brainbuster! Whitelight landed on his head! Tremendous strength from Proto there, and now HE�S signalling for the end of the match!

King: This would be time for the Breath Taker, I think�

Ross: Prototype signalling once more to the fans� wait, what�s he doing?

Prototype drops Whitelight, and heads over to the ropes on the far side from the commentary team - meanwhile, Genghis Khan is getting gingerly back into the ring.

King: He seems to be looking into the crowd! What has he seen?

Ross: Or who has he seen?

King: He looks in shock, JR!

Ross: He�s standing there, and he seems stunned!

King: Whitelight is up!

Ross: He walks up behind Prototype� backslide! Genghis Khan with the count! One� two� kick out! Prototype seems to have totally lost interest in the match, he�s heading out of the ring!

King: What the? Get back in the ring!

Ross: The fans are booing� they want to see a conclusion to this match! Get a camera on that crowd! Now!

The camera swings wildly across the sea of souls, trying to find what Prototype was so distracted by� Before the camera can find whoever it was, there�s a thunderclap, and the crowd disappears! The voice of Satan is played over the PA�

Satan: You are here to wrestle, little Prototype. Not relive the past� get in the ring.

Proto: No! Bring her back! BRING HER BACK!

Satan�s booming laugh echoes across the arena�

Ross: Whitelight attacks Prototype on the outside from behind! He�s seen enough!

King: That distraction could cost Proto the match!

Ross: Whitelight pushes the bloody Prototype back into the ring� and hits the CWF rep with a DDT! What impact!

King: Cover him! Cover him!

Ross: Adolf Hitler is on the ring apron! Genghis Khan is over there.. Genghis Khan has ordered Hitler to leave the ringside area! Der F�hrer doesn�t look happy, but he�s going slowly up the rampway! Whitelight is up, and now he�s arguing with Genghis Khan - he should have been there to make the count! Proto with a schoolboy roll-up! Genghis is counting� One! Two! Thr-

King: Hey, that was a fast count!

Ross: Very fast! Whitelight barely kicked out in time! He�s asking Genghis Khan what the heck he�s doing!

King: This is crazy!

Ross: Genghis Khan is protesting his innocence! But Whitelight is having none of it! He�s got the Mongolian warlord by the scruff of his referee�s shirt!

King: What was that?! Genghis Khan just threw Proto something! I don�t think Whitelight noticed!

Ross: Brass Knucks! Prototype has brass knuckles! Watch out, Whitelight! Whitelight is turning around� NO! Prototype just SMASHED Whitelight square in the face with a right hand! The knucks caught him square on the nose!

King: Whitelight just dropped like a stone!

Ross: Prototype is signalling for the Breath Taker! Surely it�s irrelevant! He lifts Whitelight up, and sends him CRASHING, throat first, into the turnbuckle! Genghis Khan counts� one� two� three! It�s over!

King: Prototype has beaten Whitelight!

Ross: Ah God, this is sickening� Whitelight had this match won on more than one occasion And now Prototype and Genghis Khan are embracing! This was set up from the very start!

Ross: This is unbelievable! No wonder Prototype was so confident in the prematch interview� he KNEW what was going to happen!

King: Look, JR, here comes Hitler again!

Ross: And now Prototype is shaking hands with Adolf Hitler, and THEY hug!

King: Has Prototype any morality?

Ross: Seemingly not, King! Prototype has his arms raised into the air by Adolf Hitler and Genghis Khan! He shakes the bloody hair out of his eyes, and staggers sideways! This match took an incredible amount out of both competitors! Hitler and Genghis Khan are helping Proto out of the ring� and Whitelight is still down� he�s gonna need some help himself to get out of here

King: Come on! Where�s those EMTs?

Ross: Folks, we�ve GOT to cut to a commercial. We�ll be back right after these messages.

After the commercial break� we see a flustered looking MichaelCole backstage with Prototype, Genghis Khan and Adolf Hitler.

Cole: This is Michael Cole, I�m back here with Prototype and his, uh, entourage. Proto, what the hell went on out there?

Proto: Well, Mikey, I told you I�d win. These guys here were my insurance policy.

Cole: But�these are two of the most evil men in history!

Proto: Just means they have the killer instinct.

Cole: Genghis Khan. Adolf Hitler. Why did you help Prototype?

Genghis Khan: �.

Hitler: Lassen Sie mich Feld dieses, Michael. Es gibt Grundherrn Khan und ich bin in der H�lle..., das wir Art von teilweisem zur falschen Halteseilrolle sind. Was kann ich sagen? Wir glaubten fast verbunden, Proto heraus zu helfen. Und ich mu� f�r jedermann verwurzeln, das mit den Zeichen ' SS' dazugeh�rig ist

Proto: Ja.

Cole: Uh, thanks?

Hitler: Wilkommen.

Proto: Look, Cole� Genghis Khan respects power and talent. He�s the greates military leader in history. He knows were it�s at, And what stable am I in?

Cole: Um, the Suicide Squad?

Proto: Yeah. Now, correct me if I�m wrong, but didn�t Adolf Hitler commit�

Inferno: Well, well.. if it isn�t the cheater.

Proto and his two new friends turn - Inferno is there� supporting a barely semiconscious Whitelight.

Inferno: You were lucky tonight. Without those two helping you, you would have lost to Whitey.

Proto: Who can say? You certainly didn�t do much when your bitch ass tried to get involved� that was the faggiest finisher I�ve ever seen

Inferno:I�d whup you any day of the week, and twice on Sundays. And you know it. Get the f**k out of here before I get angry

Proto: What? Am I supposed to be scared of a freak like you?

Inferno: Why you -

Before the two can progress any further down the slippery slope to a great big fight, there�s a flash of smoke, and Satan appears.

Satan: Cease this childishness, mortals. Hell is no place for your mewling prattlings.

Hitler: Guter Tag, Satan. Wie gehen sie heute?

Satan: Why, I�m peachy, Adolf. And you?

Hitler: Konnte falscher sein, konnte falscher sein, danke schon.

Satan: Genghis.

Genghis Khan bows to Satan

Satan: Now, disperse before I get angry.

Inferno and Whitelight step cautiously away, and leave - Inferno and Satan exchange respectful nods. Hitler and Genghis Khan walk off in another direction.

Satan: Beat it Michael Cole... .

Michael Cole leaves immediately.

Satan: I am impressed with your resourcefulness... Prototype... but... I believe that we need to talk...

Satan and Prototype head into Proto�s lockerroom�. The door to the locker room slams shut and flames engulf it

Fade to black...

[fin]

Hosted by www.Geocities.ws