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Book XI: Chapter XVI His eyes were ablaze, and he was hungry. I just stared back at him, he was the animal I once was. He didn't care who it was he just wanted to hurt things... I must have lost that touch, because sometime ago he would've cringed at the sight of me.The music played on cue, and we entered the small gymnasium to a standing crowd of only 13,000 anad some odd fans. Seraph's eyes were directly on the two men standing in front of us. One was of a decent build, well actually he looked more juiced up than Hulk Hogan in 1991. The differences between the hulkster and this guy was that he was significantly shorter, of an average size, roughly six foot four, just looked like a homicidal brick wall with tennis balls for muscle. He was wearing a pair of black, short-tights with a blood red 'V' design. A cup of orange juice hit me in the facee and I realized who it was. "Fucking special appearances are what really kill me." I said and Seraph heard me. "What?" he said snapping from his trance but keeping his heart rate, and pace the same. "This is just a special guest thing. I do these from time to time. It just so happens I forgot who I was facing at this one. It was supposed to be if he was ready for it, we'd go... Now... Well..." I said exactly a second and a half before, Seraph grabbed a fistful of my hair and ripped me back, bending my neck and staring me dead in the eye. "Where is the man without fear?Where is the madman?" He said to me, but I just stared at the lights upon the ceiling. Flashing and shimmering around the large gymnasium. Funny how I never even noticed I was staring at the nutcase that very second... Seraph shoved me forward, and I nearly stumbled into the ring post. The second man in the ring just laughed, wearing his a variatble outfit of sweat pants, and tie-dye. Seraph slid into the ring and began punching the larger man in the face. I simply placed myself on the apron. 'Where was the madman, where had he truly gone?' I questioned myself from my corner just as the fatter man crashed into my gut, and I found myself falling through the air. For the second time that night I was looking at the lights. *P-S-X! P-S-X! P-S-X!* *P-S-X! P-S-X! P-S-X!* *P-S-X! P-S-X! P-S-X!* The crowd chanted my name, but I wasn't laying with the back of my skull plastered all over the gaurdrail. Instead I was locked inside of a steel cage. Staring back at me was 'Vicious' Vic Powers. He came slowly towards me, motioning his fingers. I charged recklessly into him, and he decimated me in under three minnutes. It happened in the blink of an eye, I found myself staring at the lights with blood, covering my face completely. Everything was a dull reddish grey. Soul Survivor, by Young Jeezy began playing, and I seen Powers staring down at me, laughing. That was when I made my mark, and my move. A little late, but it left an impression, and most definately a sour taste in his mouth. A hip-up, and a shuffle sidekick later and he was shelved for no less than three months. Broke something, he could tell ya what. 'Where did I get the strength to do that?' I thought to myself as I began walking away from the daydream match, and the one actually going on. I stopped, and looked to the crowd who just grew increasingly silent. Seraph stopped his adrenaline rush for a second, and took the time out from pummeling both men, to turn to me, and yell something, but I couldn't make out what it was. I couldn't hear him through the fading crowd around him. The sea of people drowning him through my daydream. Vic Powers smashed a hammer down into Seraph's back, as Jack hunter began to dance around like a fat fool, tossing stomps into Seraph's side. I just stood there... watching as Seraph took a beating...a beating I should have given back a long time ago... *Snap* One minute *Snap* Three seconds *Snap* A life time *Snap* An instant *Snap* Forever *Snap* It's the lines that are crossed within our own mind where we find the truest depths our ourselves, and soul. *Snap* A place where our shadow is sometimes taller than that very soul. *Snap* When you see above, is as what is below. *Snap* Then you will know.... Every step towards the ring passed by in slow motion around me as I turned and walked towards it at a steady pace. Around me the world was a complete haze filled with countless thoughts of all my former battles, wars, and pointless grudges. But there in the ring, was two men I respected, and one I owed. I slid beneath the rope and took a direct elbow from Jack. I stared at him a moment, as his laughter faded away. Cocking my head to the left slowly, a loud crack echoed around the ring, turning Powers attention to me. Jack swung a right, but I blocked it, and hammered him to the ground. Powers came at me with the hammer, but a quick duck solved that problem. I spun and placed my toe into his rock solid gut. The wall just smiled at me, he had kept in shape, what the hell did he do all day. He slammed his bicep into my face just then dropping me to see the lights once more. I could tell it was going to be a long night, but this time I managed to glance to see Seraph who was fighting off Hunter. Even though bloodied he was doing quite well, and managed to toss Hunter completely outside the ring. Hunter didn't move for a moment. Seraph turned towards Vic, but stumbled and fell to the corner to brace himself. While all this was going on Vic had decided to kiss his gigantic musculature, and drop an elbow into my sternum that blasted the wind from beneath him. He stood, after a couple of push ups and turned away from Seraph. His mistake. ------------------------------------------------ I swept the back of Power's legs, just as Seraph's frame came crashing into him from out of the corner, exploding with an STO I had to roll to avoid. The crowd was on it's feet, admonishing the excitement the four of us were bringing them. I felt the adrenaline kick into full gear, and hopped to my feet. Hunter came by just as I did however and kicked my knees out from beneath me. My head hit the canvas, but I was back on my feet in no time at all. Hunter was dancing as Seraph and Powers had began trading blows outside. I stood behind Hunter, and waited for him to finish his silly little dance. He turned ever so slightly before I wrenched him upwards and around with a full tilt sambo suplex. As I bounced back to my feet from the impact, I let out a roar. I'm not really sure why i did it, but it felt good to do. the rest of the match was just a blur. ----------------------------------------------- I don't know who the fuck won the match, but backstage in the locker room... "That was such a rush." Cheri said as she lept into my arms, wrapping her own around my neck, and kissing me passionately. "Have fun?" Seraph said from behind me, putting a hand on my shoulder. "Hell yea, It's been a while since I just let the animal instincts kick in, and just go out there to beat some ass. Who won?" I asked as I sat down, lit a cigarette, and began unlacing my boots. "We did faggot, well... I did." came the familiar voice, as the musclebound monkey walked through the door. "I forgot this event was against you Vic. I woulda found a better partner." I said with a laugh as the familiar scent of Jack Hunter entered the room, followed by Hunter himself. "I don't think your parnter was the problem. You weren't you out there until ou hit that suplex." He said as he sat himself next to Cheri and raised his eyebrows. She moved closer to me, and he just laughed. "Where you at now James?" Vic said grabbing a towel from my shelf and wiping his face with it. "OWF. Gotta nice bloody PPV match coming up. I'm somewhat of an underdog, but Seraph and I are both in the match and looking to take it together." I answer. "What kinda bloody match?" Hunter says. "The annual Pool of Blood match.... its fought on a platform above a big of pool. The pool is filled with the remains of pig guts and of course... blood. The last two remaining competitors will recieve a shot at the OWF Tag Team Titles... at the event of their choice." Seraph says zipping his jeans over his tights, and pulling a shirt from his bag. "Damn, sounds like fun. So the two of you plan on teaming up, and taking out all the rest of the people who don't care who the second winner is?" Vic says raising an eyebrow at me. "That's right. And somepeople out there think my thoughts aren't so coherent." I say putting my own white jeans on, and grabbing my white shirt. "Sounds coherent to me." hunter says rummaging through Cheri's duffle. Cheri sees him, and straight socks him in the jaw. We all laughed for a second. "Sounds like James Caine to me. Always got a plan. If not a few aces and jokers hidden in his sleeves." Vic said with a smile. "You know it." I answered him back and smiled my special little madman smile . |~+~....And now... a special D.O.M. production....~+~| |
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