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D.o.M._2K8 presents: ep. 19 ~unknown~
"FALL BACK!" shouted the King as he brought Sliver from it's scabbard and slashed it through the dragon's throat. Penetrating it's scales with it's dimatine blade the scimtar flashed once and the dragon fell to the earth.
Around him the bloodguard and Va'Sheeri army began their retreat. Many men still falling when Que, appeared beside the King.
"My liege, Might I suggest the castle undertunnels there is an outside entrance just down that alley." Que said pointing the way.
"Why Didn't you suggest that earlier Que?!" Said the King meeting the Ryder's blade with his own. The two pushed back and forth for a moment before the green flame erupted from Que's fingers striking the Dark knight squarely in the chest and reducing him to ash in mere seconds. "Get everyone to those tunnels and barricade the entrance behind you. Make sure there is no way, out or in... Quickly there is no time to waste."
Que stood momentarily vexed before raising a finger to his light armored king. "My liege I will send for Siress to lead the people of the city to refuge. I will not leave your side."
"Que!" The king turned to face his wizard with a face of stone anger, then softened. "Alright Que, you win. We'll end this together..."
=========================================================== ~Tuesday, November 20th, 2007~ *Cold*
**Black**
***Nothing***
~Am I dead?~
~I can't breathe~
-WAKE UP WOMAN!-
The blackness parted before my eyes, and the world while blurry at first, came into focus. Above me were the white sheets of an unfamiliar bed. I didn't panic however as the mattress was beyond comfortable. I lay there trying to recover any thought....
But there was nothing... my head was bare, cold... black... empty.
=========================================================== "Hey... You're finally up... You had me scared Cheri, with the size of your wounds, and the blood you lost I could've swore you wouldn't make it." I said as I entered the room, a plate of warm food on the tray in my arms.
"Ch...Ch..Cheri?" she repeated to me stuttering as a child saying her first words.
I wasn't sure how to respond. It seemed as if she didn't know her own name, let alone how to speak.
"Cher... " was all I could muster as I drew her into my arms gently. Tears slowly rolled down my cheek as I brushed my hand over her face, and stared into her eyes. Where once a beautiful gaze of icey blue stood now was an empty black, dull and barren.
=========================================================== 'Who the fuck is this guy?' was all I could think from the moment he walked through the door, right up to the point where he started hugging me, and looking at me... like he cared for me...but how could this man care for me? 'I don't even know who I am...'
=========================================================== ~Thursday, November 22nd~
"... bless this food lord, and bless this ragtag bunch of friends we are fortunate enough to call... family. We give thanks to you and and for each other... Amen." I said with my head bowed at the head of my table. I raised my eyes to look down the long feast. It was fit for a thirteenth century king and three times his court over. To my right sat Cheri dressed in a fine dress of fine indonesian silks, a deep crimson. On her right sat my brothers, Star, and Justin. Beyond them sat my Nephew Alex and his girlfriend. Opposite me at the opposite head of the table sat Vic Powers. Continuing around the table we found Vigilante, Spaz, and Joey Stilletti. And the last person, directly to my left, sat none other... than my son Richard.
I watched as they began to feast upon the wonderous table of food before them. "Yo pass the Crans somebody." Star said.
Alright so we weren't exactly ragtag, and not all of us were exactly family, but we all shared a love of the ring at least. All of us but Cheri who still wasn't quite sure who she was, but had at least decided she felt that she was most comfortable staying with me for the time being.
"So how long are we going to sit here before we mention that there's a plate just sitting there?" whispered Alex's girlfriend into his ear.
"Could someone PLEASE pass the cranberries?" Star broke through the silence growing slightly louder..
"ssh. My uncle...he's not wxactly all there." he whispered back to her.
I grabbed a big leg of turkey and ripped it from the body and set it on my son's plate. I looked at his smiling face as he picked up the leg and tore into it. His nine year old features glowing on through the innocence of his childlike face.
"So James... what's up with Madison... too much woman for you to handle?" Vic said with a partly full mouth. He ate like a gentlemen, but spoke with his mouth full. Just like Vic, one big oxymoron.
"Yo can somebody grip me them Cranberies?" Star said raising his voice a bit.
"VP you and I both know Divera is more woman than anyone of us here can handle. But she should understand the flaws in her logic. She assumes I think it's going to be easy, I knew it wouldn't be easy. I just wanted that fire in her eyes. I wan~"
"Save us the rhetoric propoganda bullshit Little bro. I'm here for the food, not to hear you brag about how smart you are, and how weak she is... Now pass me...the motha fucken Cranberries Damn it!" We shared a laugh as Spaz passed him the Cranberries. I lost myself then in the moment as I noticed something then on Cheri's face that I hadn't seen in months.... a smile. Somewhere within Richard seemed to fade away.
=========================================================== (James Caine's reflection.)
(A Marlboro Menthol)
(The trademark white hat, trench, and cane)
Richard Louis Caine... Nine years of age.
Born October 17th... 1998.
My first and only son. I haven't seen him since he was four.
Five years have gone by without me seeing him.
Is that a pain you've felt Madison?
You think only a woman can have their child torn away from them?
And I wasn't even the adulterous one.
I digress that's in the past. The reason I brought it up...
Is because it makes a clear point...
You're not the first BITCH... to give me trouble.
But unlike my exwife... I can hit you.
Now normally I don't take any kind of pleasure in that, but you're a former IWA heavyweight champion.
You've bested the likes of Die Hard, and Vigilante...
You show no fear in any man of any size, speed, or strength.
You ARE A CHALLENGE Ms. Divera... something I've said from the beginning.
But I've also said that like the troublesome women before you...
You will be dealt with accordingly.
And At Riot! ... there is going to be that strap...
Which I think I need to reflect on a moment here...
NO... I didn't want it. I didn't want it becausee there was no one to defend it against...
There was no one to challenge for it.
But it seems as though that may have changed recently and there may be life inside that piece of leather after all.
There is challenge within that belt... and I want it.
You see... Men and women aren't so different after all.
We can both change our minds.
You'll find that those of the insane nature tend to change it more frequently however.
I digress yet again Madison...
Sunday Night in front of all the world that strap will be suspended.
THIRTY FEET in the air.
Two Scaffolds will stand on either side of the ring...
And a twenty five foot ladder will stand near the stage.
Monday night we went 2 hours with fifteen feet at the end...
How far will you be willing to go for a belt that YOU.. DIDN'T WANT...
How Far... will you be willing to fall?
Beware the psychosis of the beast Madison...
Because all it takes is one bad day, to turn the sanest man alive to lunacy...
And I've had TWENTY FOUR YEARS WORTH of "BAD DAYS"...
I'm almost ready for this... how about you?
DIG IT!
[To be continued...]
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