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REMARCHIFORNICATION BRACKET MADNESS ROUND 2: CORNSHOE HAMMAKER VS. SHAUN PRATER'S DUI

FACE OFF

In a wrestling ring, for some reason...

Iconbhgp_medium Hello, I'm here with the dreaded Cornshoe Hammaker, whose cannon has blazed his way into infamy in BHGP history. Let me ask you, Cornshoe, how does it feel to have killed Abraham Lincoln?

Iconcornshoes_medium It was cool. Where's the other guy?

Iconferentz_medium I can answer that. As per program policy, he's serving a mandatory susphurrrk

Iconferentz_medium (gets brained by a folding chair)

Iconfuji_medium He'rr be hewe vewy soon.

Iconbhgp_medium Oh, yes, that's Prater's manager, the nefarious Mr. Fuji. I'm sure he hasn't got a single devious plan for today.

Siren_medium BEEYOOWEEOOWEEOO Siren_medium

Iconbhgp_medium The police! What's going on here?

Iconcop_medium Mr. Cornshoe Hammaker, we're here to take you into custody for killing several people with a Civil War cannon.

Iconbhgp_medium Officer, if I may, we have a tournament going on

Iconcop_medium Easy there, drunkie, or you're going downtown too.

Iconbhgp_medium :-(

Iconcornshoes_medium It's not my fault, officer. The bartender must have put gunpowder in my cannon!

Iconcop_medium Is that a euphemism? You... you comin' on to me, pipsqueak?

Iconcornshoes_medium No!

Iconcop_medium Dang.

Iconcornshoes_medium Off to jail we must go, then. Goodbye, BHGP.

Siren_medium BEEYOOWEEOOWEEOO Siren_medium

Iconbhgp_medium Well, now there's nobody

Iconprater_medium Here I am.

Iconfuji_medium I tord you!

Iconbhgp_medium Well, welcome, Mr. Prater! It looks like it's just you in this tournament, so unless someone... hey, what's that?

Iconcannon_medium BOOM

Iconbhgp_medium My god, that cannonball almost took your head off, Shane!

Iconprater_medium It sure did, whew!

Iconbhgp_medium I mean... I mean Shaun.

Iconprater_medium Uh oh.

Iconbhgp_medium What's going on? Where did this cannonball come from?

Iconcornshoes_medium CORNSHOE HAMMAKER RIDES AGAIN!

Icondibiase_medium Some might cost a little

Icondibiase_medium Some might cost a lot

Icondibiase_medium But I'm the Million Dollar Man

Icondibiase_medium And you WILL be bought!

Icondibiase_medium LMAO

Iconbhgp_medium Cornshoe! You've got a devious manager from the WWF too! My God!

Iconcornshoes_medium Two can play at the evil twin game, Shane Prater!

Iconbhgp_medium How did you even get here?!

Iconprater_medium Leave your Civil War cannon out of this and fight me like a man!

Iconcornshoes_medium To the polls we go!

Iconbhgp_medium Then wait a second... if you're not Cornshoe...

Iconcornshoes_medium Am I?

Iconbhgp_medium Wait, so who's in police custody?

Back at Central Booking...

Iconcop_medium Boss, c'mere and take a look at these fingerprints.

Iconchief_medium Very interesting.... wait a second, these aren't fingerprints at all! These are Civil War cannons!

Iconcornshoes_medium (evil glint in his eye)

Iconchief_medium What in the...??!

Iconcannon_medium BOOM

Iconcop_mediumIconchief_mediumIconcop_mediumIconcop_medium (everyone's head flies off)

Iconcornshoes_medium THE HAMMAKER BOYS RIDE AGAIN! HANG ON, LITTLE BROTHER!