It was an inauspicious start to a potential bloodbath.

John and Dylan charged at each other and locked hands above each other's heads. The two strained against each other in an effort to bring the other to the floor. Dylan had the upper hand early, forcing John onto one knee before he fought back and forced Dylan onto both knees and kicked him in the stomach.

Dylan reeled as John tried to get another kick in, but he rolled out of the way as soon as he saw John's foot coming towards him. He rose from the floor and threw a series of punches, two of which connected with John's face. He shook it off and returned the blows, catching Dylan below his left eye and on his jaw, knocking out one of his teeth. He spit out the fragments and came at John, who readied himself for the oncoming blow.

Dylan speared him in the chest, the force of which knocked both of them to the ground. Frankie yelled muffled encouragements to John as he struggled to keep Dylan from striking him any further. Suddenly, Dylan pinned John's arms to the floor and held them there, hoisted himself up until he was nearly perpendicular to John, and prepared to swoop down and knee him in the crotch.

Thankfully, John saw it coming and threw Dylan off balance by rolling to his left, causing him to lose his balance and fall on his back. Dylan got up almost immediately and came at John with a 4x4 he'd picked up off of the floor and started wildly swinging it at him. John tried his best to avoid it, as its business end had a collection of nails sticking out of it. A few errant swings took place before John knocked it out of Dylan's hands and delivered a right cross followed by a left hook that knocked Dylan around and had him briefly seeing stars. John prepared to deliver the knockout blow, but Dylan ducked when he swung, throwing him off balance and sending him to the floor.

Dylan seized his chance and pinned his arms to the floor again, hoisted himself up, and drove his right knee into John's groin with all the force he could muster. John screamed in agony as kneecap connected with testicles, and he winced when Dylan began to repeat the maneuver. All he could do was brace himself as Dylan drove his left knee into his crotch. Frankie shut her eyes and looked away as Dylan hoisted John off of the floor and punched him in the face, sending him back down again.

"JOHN! HEY, JOHN!" Bloo called.

John cringed and asked himself, has it been ten minutes already? Any other thoughts he may have had were wiped out as Dylan kicked him in the chest, driving the breath out of him. When he heard Bloo's voice, Dylan turned and glanced out over the platform--when he saw the residents of Foster's standing below him, he grinned sadistically only to be whirled around and met with a punch to the face.

Another tooth went flying as Dylan staggered towards the 4x4 lying on the ground. As John approached him, Dylan picked it up and once again began to swing at John, landing a few corner blows with the non-pointy end, but that wasn't good enough. As John dodged the potential blows, he noticed everyone standing below and grinned.

That momentary distraction was all that Dylan needed. He drew back and swung, burying the nailed end in John's side. Everyone on the ground screamed as John yelled various profanities as he staggered around with the plank suspended in his left chest area. Dylan pulled it out and grabbed the plank just above the nailed end, brandished it like a baseball bat, and said, "I told you you'd die." He swung it with all his might and sent John down to the floor with authority as Frankie let out a muffled scream.

Thinking him knocked out, Dylan dropped the 4x4 at the unconscious body of John Stiles and laughed to himself. That was one down...one more to go.