Chapter Z: Master
A Renaissance...

(I had no real idea how long we drove, but eventually after a few dreams, I heard Seraph's voice through my half sleeping state.)

"God damn, who the hell did he get into a fight with?" he said.

"He didn't fight anyone, he let some seven foot frankenbeast strap him down and fuck him up." Ivy said, but I couldn't quit tell what her emotion was.

"Damn this guy is fucking crazy... By the way, who the hell are you?" Seraph said questioning Ivy.

"She's....with......me..." I said, but it felt like my body was on fire.

"Jesus, look at the holes in his back. How can we expect him to do us any good this monday with those...." Seraph said, sighing. "Damn it Caine, you are fucking retarded."

"I'll.... heal..... just......fine...." I started as I slowly stodd from the vehicle, my eyes stil a haze. "....by.....then..... this.....ain't.........shi~" I didn't finish as I fell face first to the rough blacktop driveway.

"Shit, his nose is bleeding again." Ivy said as she helped me to my feet, and supported me. "If anything...he's going to die of blood loss through his nose." She said and Seraph kinda laughed.

"That'd be about as conveiniant as shooting yourself in the foot." bring him inside.


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I rested for two days, after that I felt two hundred percent better. It was amazing, no more burning, no more pain, no more anything, in just two short days. Needless to say Ivy was awestruck, Seraph was slightly impressed himself.

"Damn man. That was a quick heal."

"I do that... Now if memory serves correctly we're bein forced to use our title shot this week right?" I said and no sooner had I finished when the one man I never wanted to see outside of a wrestling ring chimed in.

"No actually that plan got wiped. The two of you'll be teaming with me. I know... I don't like it any better than you, so let's not try and be friends shall we." came the voice of hell.

I turned to find myself staring right at Trent 'The sonofabitch' Steel.


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"Wai, Wai, wai.....You mean to tell me I gotta be on the same side of the ring as this asstrumpet?" I asked.

"You got it thundercunt." came Trent's reply.

"Shut your mouth cockjockey, I wasn't askin you." I shot back at him.

"Hey I know ya don't like me, but ya still gotta work with me wonderboy."

"Well at least I know the third man is durable..." I muttered to no one in particular.

"What was that cumstain?" Trent said.

"If I wanted you to hear it, I would've said it louder waffle-twat. So shut up and let me figure this shit out for a minute alright asspeel." I said as I tried to figure out what the fuck was going on.

"It's pretty simple. Team MYFLLYA, and Aph are fighting the three of us inside a cage. CJ has the ability to make it into a cell too, so don't be surprised if he does." Seraph filled me in.

"MYFLLYA?" I said. "What the fuck is that?" I questioned, and Trent answered.

"Making your face look like your ass. Draco...and Angel. Did you not watch Addiction, you moron?"

"No I didn't Trent.... I was a little....... Busy." I say, shooting a quick smile at Ivy. "So....... what you're telling me, is those two faces are teaming with Aphrodisia against you two heels and me... Well I guess this kinda makes me a bad guy now doesn't it. Wait..." I say and pause having a hilarious thought, "Making my face...look like my ass.... Hold on... how the fuck are they gonna do that?" I asked.

"What the hell do you mean how're they gonna do that? They're gonna try to beat the shit out of our faces that's how." Seraph said.

"Well if they plan on making my face look like my ass, they'd better bring a plastic surgeon, and a makeup kit... Cuz to make my face look like my ass... well you'd have to make my face look better. I mean, let's face it, My ass looks damn good." I said with a laugh, and Seraph laughed as well. Trent however. just glared at me.

"You can say that again." Ivy said from beside me.

"This is no laughing matter fuckstick. This isn't a joke, this is the tag team champions, and the world champion we're talking about here. This is the main event, and you're cracking jokes? No wonder I beat your sorry ass. you never take anything seriously." Trent said.

"I'm gonna explain this one time, TRENT. You beat me because I decided to show off, and bled myself out. NOT YOU. I lost because of the fans.~"

"And that's exactly why you're gonna be the one who costs us this match." he said interrupting me, and that was the last of his mouth I was going to take.


My knuckles connected hard into his jaw, knocking him straight out of the chair he was sitting in, but he was up quickly and planted his own knuckles into the side of my face, staggering me back and towards the wall, he came at me again with another punch, ut I dodged and his fist made a rather large hole in the wall.

"HEY WHAT THE FUCK! I LIVE HERE YA KNOW!?!"Seraph yelled.

Trent swung again, I ducked and put my toes to his gut, doubling him over. I quickly wrapped an arm around his neck, but before I could drop his face to the ground he picked me up and slammed me with a suplex.

We both stood and I planted a hard right to the left of his face, and he just planted one to mine. His next shot connected a squarely with my nose, breaking it for the nth time this week. Blood poured forth, and my eyes watered, but I continued swinging and nailed him square in the nose, bringing blood from his face.

This only seemed to piss him off further, but before we could swing again I felt my head being ripped backwards. seraph had grabbed both of us by the hair.

"Now cut it the fuck out. For the last time, I fucking live-" He didn't finish as Trent cocked him in the face with a fist.

*THUNK*

Mine and Steel's faces connected as Seraph smashed our heads together, and threw us to the ground.

"I don't care if you two don't like each other, and want to tear each other apart, but you're not gonna do it on my watch, or in my house. Now get along, or get the fuck out." Seraph said looking down at us, a drop of blood hanging off his nose. "Whether you two like it or not, we're on a team this week. So you two are gonna have to get along, or we're gonna lose."

I looked at Steel, and he looked at me, I didn't like it, but Seraph was right. "I don't like it, but he's right."

"No shit. But you started this." Trent said as e stood and dusted himself off.

"Yea well, we'll see who finishes it the next time you and I meet in a ring." I say as I stand and dust off myself.

"It's gonna be the same outcome as last time... You'll fuck up because you fight for the fans, and not for yourself. You give them their cheap pops, and high spots, while I just move and beat your old ass." he said sitting back down.

"Who are you calling old? I'm only twenty-eight and a half!"

"Yea, and you're right, you were supposed to win that match we had, not my fault you bled yourself out. I mean you honestly think a match with Trent Steel is gonna last five minutes, you're crazy. You screwed it up, not me." he said with a cocky grin.

I just stood there, knowing he was right, and it pissed me off something terrible. I wanted nothing more than to beat the ever living shit out of everyone in the room.

"Feel that sting... That's pride...fuckin with ya." Trent said, and something clicked. The entire world itself just fell into place with that one sentence.

I sunk into the chair behind me, and realized what needed to be done. The world needed to meet the madman I kept telling them about, and here I was... given the perfect opportunity to do it. "Trent... You're right... and You've just given me a brilliant idea......."

|I'm telling you... We're better...|