Anonymous and Enigma were standing in the ring, both ready to do what they would have to do. the bell rang, and Anonymous reached under the ring and grabbed a sledge hammer. Enigma reached under too and pulled out a solid steel baseball bat. Anonymous swung the hammer, which missed Enigma's head.
Enigma swung the bat as Anonymous stumbled forward, loosing his balance. Their was an audible ring as the hollow bat cracked against the back of Anonymous' skull. Anonymous took a step forward, and turned back around. Anonymous swung the hammer with one hand, the steel head swinging in a wide arc before connecting with the side of Enigma's head.
Enigma took a step backwards, and quickly regained his balance. He swung the bat as Anonymous swung the hammer, both of which gave a loud sound and snapped in half. Wood splintered and fell upon the juggernauts as the steel bent against the hammer head.
Anonymous went outside the ring and pulled out a boken, and Enigma pulled out a kendo from the other side. Anonymous and Enigma both climbed back in the ring, and proceeded to duel it out. Anonymous swung the boken into the base of Enigma's neck, the sharper edge of the wood slicing the skin as the wood broke. Enigma didn't notice it, and continued to fight his brother. Enigma frayed the point of his bamboo kendo, splitting the reeds. He sliced at Anonymous, the multiple edges cutting his brother's face through the mask.
Anonymous threw Enigma over the top rope, oblivious to the many wounds he now had. Enigma stood up, and he and his brother began fighting as they made their ways up the ramp. Enigma threw Anonymous through a concrete wall, and grabbed a fire-extinguisher. He bashed it on his brother's head as he tried to stand up, but it didn't stop him. Anonymous grabbed his brother's legs, his shoulder in Enigma's stomach, and slammed him through another concrete wall.
Anonymous stood up, and he and Enigma continued to battle, trying to find any weapons they could use to attempt to turn the tides. Enigma saw a camera man off duty who was smoking a cigarette. Enigma pulled the cigarette out of his mouth and jabbed it in Anonymous' good eye, making him fall back grabbing it. Enigma put the cigarette on his brother's mask, catching in on fire.
Anonymous threw the mask off, covering his face. The cameraman grabbed a fire-extinguisher, and put Anonymous' face out of flame. Anonymous picked up the burning flap of his mask, and threw it down in disgust. He looked around him with his one partially-good eye, trying to find a temporary mask and his brother. For some reason, there was a brown paper bag and a permanent marker next to him. He stabbed out an eye hole for him to see out of, and drew for no apparent reason a smiley face on the bag before putting it on, and continued searching for his brother. Enigma was sitting in the driver's seat of an 18-wheeler.
The camera crew ran out of the way, but Anonymous jumped up onto the hood, and up onto the trailer. Enigma drove straight at a steel garage door, and slammed through it. Anonymous looked up just in time to see the concrete before he hit it.
Enigma stopped the truck out on a highway, and went to the side of the trailer and climbed up it, his feet not even touching the steps. He looked around the trailer top, knowing his brother was still there somewhere. Anonymous grabbed Enigma's foot as he came to the back of the trailer, and pulled him off the top. Anonymous let go of the side, and landed on his brother.
Enigma looked at the smiley-face bag, and couldn't help but laugh. "What the hell is that?"
"A replacement." Anonymous said.
"Change it or something, man. I can't fight you while looking at a cycloptic smiley-face." Enigma said. Anonymous pulled out the permanent marker, and took off the bag. He drew something else on the other side of the bag, and put it on after putting in an eye hole. Instead of a smiley-face, it was a frowney-face. "It's not any better."
"Jeez, you're picky." Anonymous said and drew something else on another side. It didn't fit as easily on Anonymous' head because it was sideways, but the drawing worked in pissing off Enigma; A stick man flicking him off.
"You're evil." Enigma said, looking at the little stickman.
"Why do you hate stick people anyway?"
"No idea." Enigma said.
Anonymous and Enigma tried to dodge traffic and still fight, which was getting easier as the cars stopped.
Enigma grabbed Anonymous' temporarily masked head, and slammed it through a car hood, the sharp metal clawing at his face. Anonymous pulled himself out, and popped his glass eye out of his socket. He threw it at Enigma, which hit him in the forehead. "Is that all you have left?" Enigma asked as he pulled a shard of glass out of his forehead.
"No." Anonymous said. He then ran as fast as he could at Enigma, and speared him through an SUV. Enigma pushed his brother out of his way, and threw Anonymous up on top of the truck trailer. Enigma climbed up quickly, and lifted Anonymous up in a Tombstone Pile Driver position.
"I learned this from a friend of mine." Enigma said.
"Bullshit. You stole that line from me." Anonymous said.
"I know, but it sounds cool, and you shut up, evil stick man thing." Enigma said as he jumped up into the air. Anonymous fell through the steel, landing on his head. Enigma climbed out, and so did Anonymous. "Aw, man."
"What?" Enigma asked.
"The street fight rules applied only to near-ring fighting." Anonymous banged his fist through the trailer.
"We've been counted out." Enigma said, looking at the traffic pile up.
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