ANNOUNCER: Our next round will be a bit different, folks. Instead of a human prize, we have these three babies. ((Displays three small vials)) Here we have some Demerol, Fentanyl, and Percocet, 50 mg of each. We also have three competitors, Chase Carter, Max Rosher, and John Carter. ((The three competitors stand next to him in the ring))
CARTER: I'm not doing this, I refuse.
ANNOUNCER: Can't do that, Carter, sorry. Is everyone ready?
CHASE: As ever.
MAX: You bet.
CARTER: No, I'm not doing this!
((The bell rings in spite of his protests and he is the first to be knocked out, because of his uncooperation. Chase then tackles Max and the two "have it out" for a while until Anna Del Amico comes running in.))
ANNA: Max, what *are* you doing?!
MAX: Dukin' it out for some Percocet.
ANNA: You gave that up! And, you too, Chase!
CHASE: Not anymore! ((They continue to fight in a mad cloud of dust that clouds their movements from the audience and Max Rosher emerges triumphant.))
ANNOUNCER: I guess these belong to you, Max.((Hands them over))
ANNA: Max, don't take them! Say no, Max!
MAX: Cool. ((Takes the vials and happily skips off.))
CARTER: I'm not doing this, I refuse.
ANNOUNCER: Can't do that, Carter, sorry. Is everyone ready?
CHASE: As ever.
MAX: You bet.
CARTER: No, I'm not doing this!
((The bell rings in spite of his protests and he is the first to be knocked out, because of his uncooperation. Chase then tackles Max and the two "have it out" for a while until Anna Del Amico comes running in.))
ANNA: Max, what *are* you doing?!
MAX: Dukin' it out for some Percocet.
ANNA: You gave that up! And, you too, Chase!
CHASE: Not anymore! ((They continue to fight in a mad cloud of dust that clouds their movements from the audience and Max Rosher emerges triumphant.))
ANNOUNCER: I guess these belong to you, Max.((Hands them over))
ANNA: Max, don't take them! Say no, Max!
MAX: Cool. ((Takes the vials and happily skips off.))