Brandon rolled onto his side as blood poured from a cut on his forehead, he crawled slowly to his feet as Kizmat hung over the top ropes. He grabbed a chair and swung it drunkenly at Kizmat, it bounced off his huge chest and clattered over the top rope to the floor outside. Brandon swore. He slowly set up a table in the middle of the ring, just as he finished setting it up, Kizmat made his move, he grabbed Brandon round the throat, lifted him up to slam him through the table but somehow Brandon slipped his arm round the back of Kizmats huge neck and used his momentum to drag Kizmat face first through the table. The two crashed heavily through the wooden table and ended up tangled up in metal struts.
Kizmat was the first to move, his face was bleeding but it was hard to tell whether it was self inflicted or done by the contact with the table. Brandon was much slower to move and coughed up a small amount of blood. Kizmat now set up a ladder in the corner of the ring, Brandon crawled to where Kizmat was ascending the ladder, he had no idea why Kizmat was climbing up unless it was to jump on him so he grabbed the bottom few rungs and deliberately crashed into it causing it to wobble.
Kizmat balanced precariously but maintained his footing until Brandon pulled the bottom of the ladder out towards himself, Kizmat went sailing over the top rope and came crashing down through a table and was stopped by the guard rails. Brandon used the time to get some oxygen back into his already aching body. Kizmat was now hurt and Brandon staggered outside the ring and grabbed another chair. This time he swung it at Kizmats knees...
