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D.o.M._2K8 presents: ep. 18 [I returned home following Knockout in my black and violet color shift 1971 Dodge Charger. The 440-6-pack engine purred through the silent night around me as I drove from Rosemont, Illinois to my cottage in Lexington, Michigan.]
[There wasn't much to do out on the open road but lose myself in thoughts. Driving just came naturally, and I had developed this odd ability to put myself on autopilot as I wandered aimlessly through the cluttered banks of memory within my mind.]
'Where did you go? It seems I've lost you... I sent you to Wonderland... But you've disappeared... WHY CAN'T I FIND YOU!'
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The breath of the dragon's fire scorched the marketplace before him. He steeled his will and dove to the side, rolling around the side of the dragon, armor clanging. Around him the faithful guards to the castle, the Bloodfold engaged the other dragon-ryders, but were powerless against them. Even the massive size and talents of the Va'Sheeri army was lain to waste before these awesome creatures. He was surrounded by death, everywhere he looked those with the crest of the Vashe fell to lifeless masses of red liquid. He at nineteen would live not to see twenty, but again he steeled himself as looked up to see the dark silver dragon lunge towrads him. It's gaping jaw open. Death loomed ominously behind the young soldier as darkness embraced him. His knuckles whitened as he gripped the hilt of his sword, his teeth grinding against each other. The dragon let out a shrill scream as it plunged, He wanted to drop his sword, cover his ears and run, but it was too late for that. He had something to prove, despite not being sure of what that was.
*CLANG!*
The sword stuck longways along the beasts upper jaw, halting it's progress towards the boy, who flinched at the touch of death upon his shoulder, and thoughts.
"RUN YOU FOOL!" The shouts snapped him from his trance. He opened his eyes to see his king, the famed longsword Rose holding back the dragon's jaw from engulfing them both. "RUUN!!!! NOW, DAMNIT!!!!" The King screamed to the boy, who stood frozen in fear momentarily before turning his back on his king and fleeing.
He ran harder than he had ever ran in his life. He ran through the streets of the city, the roar of the dragons, shrieks of pain, agony, and terror growing distant behind him. The boy had grown as a peasant in the city of Va'sheer, and knew the ins and outs of the city. He found a hidden alleyway and leaned his back against the stone wall of the seedy tavern. He let his sword drop to the ground with a clatter as he sank to the ground. Pulling his knees to his chest he began to weep openly, no one was alive for miles to hear him, and he didn't care. He knew he would be dead soon, just the same as all of them. The Va'Sheeri army, the Bloodfold, the city, and even the king himself. There was nothing... they could do.
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~Tuesday November 13th, 2007~
[I pulled into the driveway as the headlights flashed over a dark red heap upon my door step. I shifted the car into park, and turned the engine off. Removing the key I stepped from the vehicle and approached the heap. As I moved closer to the heap the outlines began to take shape and betray the figure beneath. It was a woman, and not only was the red part of her dress, but her insides as well. ]
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~Friday November 16th, 2007~
[James Caine is seen sitting with an ankle on his knee. He is suspended in the air with a hand upon his goatee, rubbing it pensively. He is clearly lost between his ears and starts when he notices the camera]
Madison Divera? Love of Die Hard's life?
That Madison Divera? The same Madison Divera that once went under the moniker Ms.
Alexander and obtained the IWA Heavyweight title?
What the fuck is she doing in this match? According to what Alexander told me about the title last week women weren't allowed to compete for it.
Apparently that's just another one of his words he's gone back on.
Or maybe it's just another sad story of someone being in the wrong place at the wrong time.
I admit, I didn't want the damn title Monday night, and threw it to the crowd and apparently her.
[Caine shifts his weight in midair, and lights a menthol Marlboro.]
I admit, I don't want it now. I don't have time for it.
See according to Alexander the Iron Man championship is the companies most prestigous strap right now.
To be defended every event in some ri-god-damn-diculous gimmick match.
Something he said he didn't want a woman jeopardizing her career for.
Yet here we are, a mad man...
And possibly a crazier woman...
I have to say this should be interesting... Should be a bit of madness.
Mystery Stipulation? More madness and you know what?
Iiii..... liike it... Oh yeaa.
It's right up my alley.
Think about it.
The two of use could be stuck in ANY type of match come Monday night, with a title on the line...
I look to the future through the videoscope and all I see is pure madness.
Sheer insanity.
Something I've always excelled at.
Let's face it boys and kitties....
I'm the twisted fucken psycho...
When it comes to crazy...there is nobody...
And I mean nobbody...
That does it better... OH YEA!
DIG IT!
[To be continued...]
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