Father Slathe stands with a dark aura shield around Mr. Tidbits, Big Bertha, and himself as the force and power of Drakes blast was strong. The jackass didn't do his research to know Father Slather and Mr. Tidbits aren't mere mortals. While Drake and Dolly had been fighting amongst one another, I myself began scanning the rubbage for tools or weapons for Big Bertha and myself. Looking at a piece of rebar stuck in the ground I smile sadistically underneath my mask. Stepping away through the dark aura shield, I sprint to the rebar. Ripping it from the rubel like King Author freeing Excalibur from the stone. With a nice rugged sword-shaped chunk of steel in my hand, I charge Drake. Smashing the rebar over the top of his head. Drake collapses to his knees, while Dolly chuckles and begins to walk away.

Until Big Bertha who found some kitchen plates from the rink's restaurant still intact. Slings one like a frisbee toward Dolly Waters. Coming within about two feet from Dolly, Big Bertha yells out some derogatory words.

Big Bertha: "Hey underage Twat floss, nice ass my little snow bunny!"

Dolly turns to catch a one pound ceramic plate to the face. Exploding on impact and knocking Dolly from her feet. While I continue to smash the rebar over Drake's face. Only to stop when Drake begins coughing up blood. I turn my attention back to Dolly and Big Bertha. Big Bertha is standing over top of Dolly rubbing her clit over her clothes and moaning. My four fingers slap my forehead before I clear my throat. Big Bertha catches the drift and slowly pulls down Dolly's pants to her knees. While on her stomach with her ass up Dolly lays out cold from the plate to the face. Big Bertha is now proceeding to drop plates on Dolly's ass before I go for the pin on the jolly red ass cheeked Dolly Waters.

1...

2...