Anonymous and Enigma were all ready to fight. They both stood in opposite corners of the ring, looking at the steel environment around them. They were allowed to use whatever they wanted to beat the shit out of each other, but there were no weapons. "This thing's a rip off." Enigma said.

Anonymous nodded in agreement, and the fight began. First, Anonymous and Enigma were just punching each other back and forth, and then the steel cage came into play. Anonymous grabbed his brother's head, and threw it at the steel cage, which had to be nailed to the sides of the ring so it wouldn't fall apart. Enigma's masked head went straight through it sending sharp pieces of metal into his scalp. He wrenched his head back out, and grabbed a ring post, and pulled it out. The ropes went slack as he wrenched it out, the corner of the ring started to sag (he has a habit of destroying the ring, doesn't he?).

As Enigma swung the pole at his brother's head, there was an audible "ring" throughout the entire arena. Anonymous tilted slowly backwards, his glass eye shattering, and stepped forward into another swing. He blocked the pole, and kicked it from Enigma's hand. Enigma picked up the pole as Anonymous grabbed the exposed corner of the steel cage around the sagging corner. There was a wrenching sound of metal as he tore it apart, getting a steel rod about 6 or 7 feet long.

Enigma swung the thicker pole, narrowly missing Anonymous. Anonymous swung the rod at the back of Enigma's head, and quickly followed through with a series of other attacks to his brother before he could counter.

Enigma turned around, and grabbed the pole as it was stabbed towards him. Anonymous and Enigma battled for control of the pole, until Anonymous began turning in a circular motion, spinning Enigma. Enigma lifted up into the air, not able to keep his footing any longer. Anonymous let go of the rod, sending Enigma flying. Enigma crashed into the fencing of the cage, and fell to the canvas.

The steel rod skewered him, driving through his back and pinning to a thick piece of wood under the canvas. Anonymous climbed the side of the cage, opposite of the corner where it was likely to collapse. Enigma reached behind him, and grabbed the rod. He slowly pulled it out of his back, blood gushing out of the fresh wound. He laid in a pool of his own blood, the sticky, red liquid drenching his clothes. Enigma picked himself up out of the puddle of blood, and looked up at his brother.

Anonymous was standing at the top of the cage, the ring post in his hands, looking down at his brother. All he had to do was jump backwards and he would win, but he wasn't about to do that. Unfortunately, he half succeeded, half screwed up.

Enigma took the "battering ram" to the top of his scalp, and still stood. Anonymous landed on his feet, but when he jumped he had failed to notice the bloody rod that Enigma had picked up. The rod shot up into his lower jaw, sending blood spraying out of Anonymous' mouth.

The fans gasped, half in horror, half in disgust, at this display of ruthless power. The bell rang almost reluctantly, and medical staff came to the ring as what was left of the cage was lifted.

***

Anonymous and Enigma were sitting in their locker room, looking at the damage they had done to each other. Anonymous, who couldn't speak without spraying blood with every syllable, resorted to communicating in morose code. I hate you. He tapped out with a pen on a bench, looking at his brother with his good eye.

"Hey, you lost your brains with that eye. You should have noticed that rod anyway." Enigma replied.

You didn't have to crush in half of my skull to break my new glass eye. I liked that one. Anonymous replied.

"What happened to that sex-phone idea anyway?" Enigma asked.

Crashed and burned on the first day. Anonymous tapped back. The Godfather put me out of business.

Mick Foley came in, looking at the two Juggernauts. "Well, that could have been more successful." He stated the obvious.

"Now what? Who won?" Enigma asked.

"The match got too graphic."

"Tho it wath a draw." Anonymous sprayed blood as he tried to speak, lisping as his tongue had been spliced.

"Yeah. I guess the only thing we have to do is have a rematch." Mick said.

Enigma waited a while to respond. "That cage sucked anyway."