The camera pans back, showing the fire to be one of the many torches on the walls of the giant Hell Arena. As it slowly turns, we see that this time the arena is packed to the rafters. There must be three hundred thousand seats in the Hell Area� and every single one of them is occupied by something or other. Your commentary team is, as always, Jim Ross and Jerry �The King� Lawler.

Ross: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Hell! After a tremendous set of first round matches, four men have reaped the benefits! Four men have advanced to the second round! And in just over ten minutes, folks, you�ll be seeing the battle between two of these four men� Prototype, representing the CWF, and the CWO�s very own Holy Evil!

King: This match oughta be nothing short of classic, JR. Grimm and Satan have really taken the Bar Room Brawl to a new frontier with this event so far� I�ve never seen a level of competition this intense before!

Ross: Absolutely right, Jerry� let�s take a closer look at what went down in Proto and Holy Evil�s first round matches� roll VT?

The shocking scenes from the Prototype versus Whitelight (click) are played - Prototype using every trick in the book to try and get the win; Whitelight calling on his CGW buddies for help; Proto being distracted by someone in the crowd, and Satan removing ever spectator; first Adolf Hitler then Genghis Khan helping out Prototype; and finally, Prototype�s arm raised in victory�

Then, we see Holy Evil�s squash of the CRF�s Yoshi (click)� Yoshi entering first; Holy Evil arriving just as officials were about to give the match to Yoshi; Yoshi trying to choke Holy Evil out; Undertow distracting the referee whilst Holy Evil clocks Yoshi with a lead pipe; Holy Evil with the Vorpal Edge for the pin and the victory

King: That Yoshi is just terrible, JR� I don�t know how the hell he got into the Bar Room Brawl as the CRF rep. Not when there were so may better guys that could have done the job. What kind of idiot picked Yoshi as the CRF rep?

Ross: Well, ah, Kronus is an excellent and wise commissioner, King. I�m sure he made the best possible choice.

King: The CRF is lucky to have Kronus as its commissioner.

Ross: �

King: �

The two commentators stay silent for a second� Jim Ross seems to be shaking

Ross: Oookay. Prototype versus Holy Evil.

King: I have a question, JR.

Ross: What is it, King?

King: Is it Holy Evil, or Wholy Evil?

Ross: I don�t think he�s sure himself, Jerry. But I�m gonna stick with Holy, I think.

King: Just wanted to clear that one up for all the concerned fans out there. Wow, just look at the names and faces in attendance tonight here in Hell, JR. I see Chris Farley, the Big Bopper, King Herod�

Ross: In fact, I believe Michael Cole is up there in the audience, getting some celebrity views on how this first match could go, King. Over to you, Michael.

Michael Cole is standing nervously amidst a few hundred thousand dead people�

Cole: I�m Michael Cole, here with the fans in Hell Arena. Plenty of big names have shown up. Look, here�s Ol� Blue Eyes himself, Frank Sinatra. Mr. Sinatra! How do you feel about tonight�s opening match?

Sinatra: Well, Mr. Cole, it�s difficult to say. I�ve never see a wrestling match before in my life. Now boxing, there�s a true sport� I remember seeing Rocky Marciano� what a man he was! Took out -

Cole: THANK you Frank Sinatra. Let�s see� someone who DOES follow wrestling. Aha! There�s Liberace! He was at Wrestlemania I!

Liberace: Mikey! Long time no see! How goes it up above?

Cole: Oh, you know� same old, same old. So what�s your take on this whole thing? Prototype or Holy Evil?

Liberace: Well, I like all men, but Holy Evil is so pretty� I know he prefers women, but thirty seconds alone with me and I�d have him lisping and in a tutu. So, I think Holy Evil is more attractive.

Cole: Ugh. I meant who did you think would win in tonight�s match.

Liberace: There�s a match?

Cole: Forget it. One more attempt�. There�s Kurt Cobain, sitting up there with two other guys� can�t tell who they are from here, let�s go see!

Michael Cole clambers up the bleachers� it is indeed a sullen looking Kurt Cobain� and with him are Trent Reznor and Marilyn Manson

Cole: But� you two aren�t dead!

Reznor: We�re just checking this place out

Manson: Yeah� we�d heard Hell was a cool place to hang.

Cole: Is it?

Reznor: Nah. Too f**king commercial.

Cole: OK.. Uh, thanks. Kurt Cobain. Who do you think will win?

Kurt Cobain turns his head slowly to look at the interviewer� his intense, yet hollow gaze seems to pierce the soul�

Cobain: Well, Michael, I REALLY love the CWF, I�m a big All-Star fan myself. The Suicide Squad are cool, too. Something about that name� So I could pick Prototype in this one, he always cracks me up� but then Holy Evil is a great guy, too. He�s been in some titanic battles in the CWO, with guys like Toy Soldier and Bullgod. And you have to love the Army of Darkness. But then again, Proto -

Michael Cole cuts Kurt Cobain off�

Cole: Sorry, Kurt, but we�re on a time limit here.

Cobain: No-one appreciates me� no point in going on� if I had a shotgun right now I�d -

Cole: THANK you, Kurt Cobain! That was� intense. Back to JR and the King.

Yep� back to JR and the King we go.

Ross: Well, that was pretty damn pointless.

King: I never knew Kurt Cobain was an All-Star mark� I�ll be damned.

Ross: Anyway, on with the show. While Michael Cole runs down to the lockerrooms, ladies and gentlemen, I�ve been informed we�re to be joined by a very special guest here at the commentary booth. And here he is now, it�s the guest ring announcer for tonight�s event.

Eazy-E: Word up, bitches!

King: Wow, Eazy-E! How are you?

Eazy-E: Well, bitch, I�m just fine. Being dead is great, it really takes away all those motherf**kin� anxieties. I�m already back in the studio, working on some fly new shit for all those gangsta hustlers back in the living world. For real.

Ross: You can release stuff even though you�re dead?

Eazy-E: Tupac and Notorious BIG do� why can�t I, motherf**ker? Geddown!

King: Heh, he�s got you there, JR.

Ross: I guess so. So, Eazy, who do think will win tonight?

Eazy-E: Well, both these cracka ass bitches are pretty damn fly, but I gotta go wit� Holy Evil, there�s one playa who don�t take shit from nobody, mo�fo.

Ross: Thanks for joining us, Eazy

Eazy-E: Peace. Don't quote me, bitch, I ain't said shit.

Ross: I hear Michael Cole is backstage now with Prototype. Michael.

Michael Cole is outside Prototype�s lockerroom - the door is open, but Proto is looking at something clutched in his hand�

Cole: Proto? Can we get a few words?

Proto: I�m sure I saw you, Jenny� Huh? What?

Hastily, Prototype conceals the object he was holding� Michael Cole walks in, followed by the cameraman, and the door is shut

Cole: Was that a photo?

Proto: Was what a what?

Cole: Uh, never mind. Proto, you�ve already defeated Whitelight, and tonight you face Holy Evil. Are you as confidant as last time?

Proto: I�m always confidant, Mikey. I�m just bored with having to face worthless wastes of skin like Holy Evil. Where�s the REAL competition? I�ll tell you where the real competition is� they�re all running scared, because they KNOW I�d hand them their asses. So I get fobbed off with idiots like Whitelight, and Holy Evil. It doesn�t matter, of course, because I�ll beat whoever the organisers of this little tourney throw out in front of me.

Cole: You had more than a little help in the last round, courtesy of two very evil men. Where are they?

At that point, the door opens, and Adolf Hitler and Genghis Khan walk in, leaving the door open behind them.

Proto: There they are.

Cole: So I see. Adolf Hitler� will you be interfering in tonight�s match?

Hitler: Das ist keines Ihres Gesch�fts, Herr Cole. Wenn Genghis und ich beschlossen, unseren Einflu� auf das Resultat des Kampfes der dieser Nacht anzuwenden, sollen wir. Obgleich, nachdem ich heute abend feind Prototype betrachtet habe, ich kaum denke, ben�tigen wir. HOLY EVIL WIRD ZERSTORT ERAHLTEN!!!!

Proto: See, Adolf knows where it�s at.

Hitler: Ja.

Cole: Genghis Khan, do you agree with Adolf Hitler on this point? You two seem to have formed some kind of bizarre alliance down here in Hell.

Khan: �.

Proto: Genghis is a smart man, Cole� he�ll do the right thing, I�m sure.

Suddenly, there�s a burst of smoke filling the far end of the lockerroom� stepping out from it is none other than Satan himself.

Satan: That�s where you�re wrong, Proto. There will be NO interference in tonight�s match. Not only am I consigning Adolf and Genghis here back to limbo for the evening, but the ring is to be surrounded by a thirty foot wide moat of lava. Once you, the referee and Holy Evil are in the ring, the bridge will be retracted, and the match will commence.

Proto: WHAT?!? You can�t do that!

Satan: Yes, yes I can. I�m Satan. All hail me.

Hitler: Heil Satan!

Khan: � Ugh.

Satan clicks his fingers, and Adolf Hitler and Genghis Khan vanish with a whoosh.

Proto: Motherf**ker� it doesn�t matter, Beelzebub, because I�ll win anyway!

Satan: I don�t care who wins, little mortal dipshit� I just want the match to be a fair one. Now, I have to go fetch Grimmykins.

At that, Satan disappears again himself, leaving just Prototype and Michael Cole.

Cole: Any final words?

Proto: Whatever rules this match will be fought under, I�ll still get the win. This just may take a little longer than I had planned.

Cole: Prototype, thank you. Folks, we�re gonna cut to a commercial break� as soon as we return, I�ll be with the CWO�s very own Holy Evil.

Cut to commercial�.

Cole: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back to the twelfth invitational Bar Room Brawl. I�m here now with a man by the name of Holy Evil, and his valet, Undertow.

We see Holy Evil and Undertow�. Undertow is HOT (click)

Holy Evil: Hey, Cole. Can we get this over with quickly? I�ve got some um, things to attend to before my match.

Holy Evil winks at Undertow, who giggles

Cole: I�ll try. So how do you feel about tonight�s match?

Holy Evil: Well, it�s a step up from fighting a cretin like Yoshi, that�s for sure. But then again., fighting a punch-bag would be a step up from Yoshi.

Cole: Do you think you can beat Prototype? He has a very strong track record.

Holy Evil: He�s never fought someone like me. Undertow and I�ve watched the tapes of his matches� in every match he�s fought, he�s never faced someone that combines the two things I have. An incredible amount of talent, and a burning desire to win. Everyone he�s beaten has either been an inept newbie, that tries hard but just can�t cut it, or a tired old vet, still with the skill, but way past his - or her - sell-by date. He�s in for a big shock when I face him.

Cole: You seem very confident.

Holy Evil: Let me put it this way. If I catch him in the Vorpal Edge, it�s over. No one has ever got up from that manoeuvre, and no one will. Especially tonight.

At this point, there�s a knock on the door�

Holy Evil: Who is it?

Voice: Federal Express� I have a delivery for a Mister, uh, Holy Evil?

Holy Evil: That would be me� Mikey, be a good boy, and let the guy in, wouldya?

Michael Cole rolls his eyes, and opens the door. A tall man wearing a Fed-Ex uniform, a cap pulled low over his face and sunglasses is standing there, holding a large box.

Holy Evil: Yes?

Fed-Ex guy: Mr Evil?

Holy Evil: Yeah.

Fed-Ex guy: I have a parcel for you� if you could just sign this�

Holy Evil: Sure� Mikey, got a pen?

Michael Cole hands Holy Evil a pen� as he goes to sign it, he gets a better look at the guy�s face, and stops dead in his tracks

Holy Evil: You! What the hell are you doing here?

Fed-Ex guy: SHIT!

The Fed-Ex guy throws the parcel into the lockerroom, and makes a run for it - Michael Cole and the cameraman follow Holy Evil and Undertow out of the door, but it�s impossible to see which way the Fed-Ex guy went in the dark, smoky, twisty passages down here in Hell.

Cole: Who was that? What�s going -

Suddenly, there�s an explosion inside Holy Evil�s lockerroom� the parcel was obviously not all it seemed. As the people present pick themselves up and dust themselves down, Michael Cole looks bewildered

Cole: Damnit, Holy, who was that? You obviously seemed to know the guy�

Holy Evil: Forget it. It doesn�t matter. Hopefully, we, uh, we scared him off. I�m outta here. Later.

Cole: In very strange circumstances, folks, back to ringside.

We head back to JR and the King, at ringside�

King: Well, that was different

Ross: We�re ready to get underway, BRB fans! As you can see, Satan has been true to his word - for once - and the ring is surrounded by a thirty foot wide moat, filled with burning lava. There�s maybe ten feet of hard stone from the ring apron to the lava.

King: Let�s hope no one tries to hot foot it, huh, JR? HAHAHAHAHA!

Ross: For the love of� don�t make any more puns.

King: But -

Ross: Ever. I�m hearing that the entrances are about to be made� with no further ado, let�s go to the special guest ring announcer, Eazy-E.

The three hundred thousand demons and lost souls in the audience hoot and holler as Eazy-E struts down the aisle to the sound of �Eazy Duz It� by, um, Eazy-E.

Eazy-E: Bitches and hustlers, welcome to tha second round of tha twelfth motherf**kin� BAR ROOM BRAWL!

The arena turns dark� as the lights flicker green, then red, then green again, and the words �Suicide Squad� appear on the Satantron, Prototype�s entrance music starts to thump over the PA, and Prototype appears at the top of the ramp, without any accompaniment.

Eazy-E: On his way down tha aisle, bitches, from the UK, weighin� in at 288 pounds and standin� 5 feet 9 inches tall, frontin� for tha CWF, this cracker be a member of tha Suicide Squad� he is�

PROTOTYPE!

As the packed Hell Arena begins to chant �Proto sucks�, Prototype shakes his hands in mock fear. Grinning at the signs reading things like �Die Proto Die�, �The CWF�s Worst Ever Rep� and �I Wish Proto Went To Heaven Instead�, the Suicide Squad member and CWF representative walks across the long steel bridge over the lava, and enters the ring. Shaking the hand of Eazy-E, Proto sits atop on of the turnbuckles, milking the boos of the fans.

While his music dies down, Proto starts bouncing on the balls of his feet, seemingly eager to get this match underway.

Fog rolls over the entranceway at the top of the ramp, obscuring it totally from view. As it clears, and �Dance With Death� echoes through the arena, Holy Evil�s entrance video appears on the Satantron.

Eazy-E: And his opponent, from the CWO, and a proud member of the Army of Darkness, standin� 6 feet 2 inches tall, and weighin� 192 pounds, he�s a honky with a great future, all of you motherf**kers give it up fo��

HOLY EVIL!

As the fans cheer, - in Hell they like evil, but Proto is just so� unpleasant about it all. Holy Evil appears at the top of the ramp, with Undertow on his arm. As they walk slowly down the aisle Undertow hands her fiancee a microphone.

Holy Evil: Proto Proto Proto. I heard your words about me, don�t think I didn�t. All the trash talking, and all the foul language isn�t gonna help you tonight. Tonight, you�re going down. It�s about time I got a legend�s scalp on my belt� you�ll do for starters.

Holy Evil kisses Undertow, who sits down next to the guest timekeeper, Josef Stalin, who seems very happy about the whole deal. As Holy Evil walks across the bridge, he passes Eazy E, who greets him with a high five. He stands at the far corner of the ring from Prototype; there�s still no referee.

Ross: So who�s the referee?

King: And where the heck is he?

The voice of Satan thunders through Hell Arena, to the delight of the hometown fans�

Satan: In just a few seconds, you shall do battle� but there must be an official present! After the machinations of the previous round, I have decided that only one being could call this match fairly, and straight down the middle. Me!

To a huge explosion of pyro, and black, sulphurous smoke, Satan appears in the center of the ring, wearing a black and white striped referee�s shirt.

Satan: Mortals� fight!

Ross: Josef Stalin rings the bell, folks, and we are underway with this second round match between Holy Evil and Prototype!

King: This is what you�ve been waiting for, fans!

Ross: The two are sizing each other up here.. Holy Evil is taller by a good five inches over the stocky Prototype, but Proto has almost a hundred pounds on Holy Evil. Very differing styles, too� Prototype is a submissions man. He�ll use a lot of mat wrestling, and holds, and try and nullify his opponent�s movement. Especially against a high flyer like Holy Evil. Holy will risk life and limb in the ring.. I�ve rarely seen a man with such little disregard for his own safety. This could well be a classic.

King: Less chat, more fighting! Come on, let�s go!

Ross: Lock up� Prototype shoves Holy Evil back, onto one knee!

King: Well, that was kind of predictable, JR. One advantage Proto clearly has is strength.

Ross: You�re right, King. It hasn�t fazed Holy Evil� he goes right back in there� and gets shoved back again. Proto waits for Holy to get up� and now he�s right in his face! The two are trash talking, I can�t quite work out what they�re saying, but neither look in a pleasant mood!

King: Proto tried to slap Holy Evil! But Holy blocked it, and slapped the taste right out of Prototype�s mouth!

Ross: Prototype looks at Holy Evil for a second� and charges him! He looks angry! NOW we have a match!

King: All right! Remember, JR, like Yoda said, anger leads to hate, and hate leads to suffering. Someone is gonna suffer tonight�

Ross: Prototype punching Holy Evil now.. a series of right hands forcing Holy back into the corner� Proto with a big left hand.. and Holy ducks it! Proto into the turnbuckle� Holy Evil behind him� monkey toss out of the corner by Holy Evil! Proto hits the canvas hard!

King: There�s the speed we were talking about, right there.

Ross: Proto is getting up� Holy Evil with a running drop-kick, right into the face of his opponent! Prototype took two feet full in the face there!

King: That�s gotta hurt, JR!

Ross: Armbar now by Holy Evil� Prototype powering out, and reverses it - Holy Evil now on the receiving end! Holy Evil ducks under, turning it into a hammerlock� elbow to the face by Prototype! He follows that up with a clubbing ax-handle blow, that sends Holy staggering across the ring! Proto follows up, Irish whip, goes for the back-drop� Holy Evil with the sunset flip!

King: Satan is counting!

Ross: One.. two.. Proto kicks out! It�s gonna take more than that, Jerry! Holy Evil now on the offence� heel kick sends Proto into the corner� Holy Evil charges in with the clothesline, and connects! Prototype sinks down into the corner, and Holy Evil with a series of knees to the face of Prototype!

King: He�s on a tear, look at him go! Proto could be in for an early defeat.. wait! What�s that?

The cameras pan up� circling some hundred feet above the ring is a blue and red hang-glider. Neither slammer has noticed it, yet.

King: JR, what kind of fool would hang-glide through Hell?

Ross: I have no idea, King, but he�s coming in for a landing in the ring!

King: Argh!

Ross: Holy Evil is still punching a prone Prototype in the face� wait a minute, there�s music playing over the PA! And an entrance video!

As �Bad Medicine� by Bon Jovi plays, and his entrance video appears on the Satantron, the identity of the hang-glider becomes clear

Holy Evil: YOU!!!

Dr Abortion: Hello, Holy. Bet you didn�t think I�d show up here, did you?

King: It�s the guy we saw in a Fed-Ex uniform earlier!

Ross: You know, I think you�re right, King. It�s the Doc from DC, the maniacal medic, Dr Abortion!

King: Isn�t he in the CRF?

Ross: Yes, King, yes he is. The Doc has a mic� let�s hear what he has to say�

Dr Abortion: You should never have been facing Yoshi in the first round! It should have been ME! It should be me facing Prototype now, not you!

Holy Evil: I would have kicked your ass in the first round, and you know it! I was always better than you!

Ross: These guys know each other?

Dr Abortion: All the time I worked in tha Free Clinic back in DC, I was thinking of competing in things like this. And Kronus, that little bitch, screwed me out of it once again! Well, this Physician on a Mission is gonna prove something to you tonight, Holy Evil� I could have WON this whole event!

Ross: Dr Abortion charges Holy Evil! But Satan holds out one arm, and Dr Abortion literally bounces off!

Satan: Hold it right there, little one. This is my event, and my event has rules. You may not interfere. I forbid it.

Dr Abortion: What? Get bent!

Ross: Dr Abortion ducks under Satan�s arm - and spears Holy Evil! The crowd are booing, but Dr Abortion is really dealing out some hard lefts and rights here to Holy!

King: And all the time, Proto is getting a chance to recover, JR! He�s sitting in the corner of the ring, laughing!

Satan: I said you may not interfere!

Ross: Satan has grabbed the Doc by the throat! No! Dr Abortion with a kick to Satan�s groin! The Lord of the Flies sinks to his knees! And the Doc is back all over Holy Evil!

Satan gets to his feet, wincing� he glares angrily at Dr Abortion, and grabs the Doc once again�

King: Satan has a hold of Dr A! What�s he gonna do with him, JR?

Ross: What a show of strength by the Prince of Darkness! He just threw Dr Abortion clear out of the ring, and over the lava moat! He must have flown fifty feet! He�s landed on top of the timekeeper�s table! Josef Stalin was just knocked on his ass!

King: Dr Abortion has destroyed the table! He's out for the count!

Ross: Looks like this match will revert back to one on one, finally! But Prototype has had a rest here, and it shows! He catches Holy with a swinging neckbreaker! The fans are booing, but there�s nothing they can do about it! Holy climbing up the ropes� Proto runs in for a clothesline, and both men fly over the top rope!

King: There�s nothing but hard stone out there, JR!

Ross: Satan is counting, King� but both men hit the stone hard, and both are barely moving!

Satan: Three! Four! Five! Six! Seven! Eight!

Ross: I think Satan has realised no one wants a double count out here, King! There are no draws here in the Bar Room Brawl!

King: He�s heading outside the ring! He just threw both men back in!

Ross: This match is talking its toll on both fighters! Holy Evil is holding his left arm, and the cut Prototype received at the hands of Whitelight in the first round seems to have reopened! Proto is staggering to his feet, and now seems to be taking the advantage over Holy Evil.... Proto with a kick to the gut. Holy Evil is doubled over, and Proto hits a DDT! Proto picks Holy Evil up off the mat, and a suplex! Nicely delivered and executed!

King: Didn�t you just say the same thing in two different words?

Ross: Whatever, King� Proto begins to apply a chinlock on Holy Evil... this is what we need more of. Good old fashioned wrestling. None of that hardcore stuff. None of that luchadore flying crap.

King: I never knew you felt that way, JR...

Ross: Well, I do!

King: Is Al�s face supposed to be that blue?

Ross: No King, it isn�t. The crowd is starting to cheer for Holy Evil... get off your lazy ass, Holy! This is boring as it is!

King: Hmmm.. that hardcore lucha stuff is starting to seem appealing, isn�t it?

Ross: Ummm... NO! NO IT ISN�T!

King: Whatever you say...

Ross: Holy Evil with a jaw jacker! What a counter by Holy Evil! And now Holy Evil hits Proto with a quick hiptoss! Lightning fast legdrop! He managed to put the hurt on Proto in a short amount of time. Holy Evil picks him up off the ground... piledriver! Some devastating manoeuvres by Holy Evil!

King: You call a hiptoss devastating?

Ross: Well.. no.... Shut up! Holy Evil is leaving a lifeless Proto on the ground as he ascends to the top rope. Holy�s up top... and he launches himself off! Elbow drop! He connected!

King: He�s going for the cover!

Ross: 1....2.... and Proto gets the shoulder up! Holy Evil picks Proto up off the canvas.... clothesline! That was one stiff-armed lariat if you ask me!

King: But nobody asked you!

Ross: I�m the play-by-play commentator, you idiot! Damn�Now Holy Evil hits another legdrop. He�s really pressing now, this could be the beginning of the end for Prototype. Holy picks Proto up....

King: Look, JR! Over there! Dr Abortion is coming to!

Ross: You�re right, King! The Doc is groggily shaking his head, wondering where the hell he is!

Dr Abortion slowly gets to his feet - he�d been lying on his back amidst the wreckage of the timekeeper�s table� he sees something that causes him to grin, very evilly�

King: My God! He�s spotted Undertow! Holy Evil�s beautiful fiancee!

Ross: Keep him away from her! That man is a monster! The action is still going on in the ring, Holy Evil just slammed Proto to the canvas, and he�s up on the top ropes�. Moonsault! Satan with the count� only two!

King: Holy Evil is calling for his finisher! It�s time for the Vorpal Edge!

Ross: Wait, King! He�s seen what�s going on over on the other side of the moat! Dr Abortion has grabbed Holy Evil�s fiancee! And he�s got a mic!

Dr Abortion: Holy! If you won�t be taught a lesson, maybe your lovely lady here will be a little more receptive!

Undertow: No! Let me go!

Ross: Holy Evil just put Prototype down, and he�s trying to get Satan do something!

King: I think he wants Satan to extend the bridge, so he can go and save his valet and future wife! I don�t blame him, Undertow is a honey!

Ross: No! Proto just grabbed Holy Evil from behind! He�s picks Holy Evil up� and drops him throat first on the turnbuckle! Breath Taker! Breath Taker!

King: It�s over!

Ross: Satan with the count� one� two� three!

King: Proto has won again!

Ross: Dr Abortion has let Undertow go, and he is leaving! I guess his work is done, he cost Holy Evil the win! Folks, what a match! Prototype of the CWF has beaten Holy Evil of the CWO in a Hellish - pun intended - battle! The fans aren�t too happy, but it�s too late! Satan is raising Prototype�s arm, and he progresses through to the final! We�ll be right back after these messages!

Break for commercials� as we come back, Michael Cole is once again standing with Prototype.

Cole: Proto, that was a great match. Congratulations on winning.

Proto: *huff*� *puff*� thanks, Mikey. Although I was never in any real danger, I think I had Holy Evils� number right from the start. Yeah.

Cole: What?! Without Dr Abortion�s help, you would never have won, come on, admit it!

Proto: Who�s Dr Abortion?

Michael Cole is speechless

Proto: I won that match all on my own, with no help from anyone.

Cole: Fine, OK, whatever you say, Proto. You�ll be facing the winner of tonight�s other match in the final. How do you think Satanspimp versus Chevalier will go?

Proto: Well, I hope Satanspimp wins. I�ve faced Chevalier before, in the Cage of Rage, and I absolutely destroyed him (click) It�s kind of boring facing someone you�ve already made your bitch once. So I�d like to face Satanspimp.

Cole: Ah, but who do you THINK will win?

Proto: I have absolutely no idea� both guys are reasonably good.

Cole: You avoided the question before the match. Who was that in the picture frame you had?

Proto: I�m out of here� I�ve got some things to take care of before the final. Ciao.

Prototype hobbles away� Michael Cole turns to the camera.

Cole: Damnit! For Prototype, I�m Michael Cole. Stay tuned for the second semi final match of the Bar Room Brawl!

[fin]

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