:: Immortal ::

 Rock God |"Vanquishing all dreamers"| 45.3.5


Candy Coated: Reality.

Greed makes you do stupid yet humanly strange things uncalled or unsanctioned even if it’s illegal or not. But when I look at it most of it’s a cry for help something most of us have to do to feel alive or worth living, you know maybe it’s psychotic religion to fight or do something to harm the human body, to feel higher then someone else. Greed is a key factor that makes us do the things we do.

I like to say I’m a fighter I’m addicted to smashing my fingers while being a well borne fist into the skull of another hopeless searching for what drives them. Nothing can change that never will.

Underground Fighting spans the nation, thrives on others psychotic urges to find something worth fighting for. A collective spanning world wide. But I don’t speak for everybody else because I’m alas one man doing his part contributing to such a violence dare I say it
  Sport “ It gives me pleasure to unleash my anger on another in well unkempt variously virtuous soundings to find out who’s the weaker body.

It gives some of us of greater strength to play GOD, by ripping apart someone else.

That’s why I’ve become a fighter again, to play god where needed.

to behold my glorious endeavors as I see them.

. Fighting The Pain

An air plane came flying over head, the sounds of jet engines roaring was heard as the location was nothing more then an air field. A black 1965 Mustang Cope sat in the middle of an abandoned part of the air field sitting on the side of the Mustang, the owner was none other then the hero of the story. He sat there his eyes covered by thin black sunglasses that hid his cobalt blue eyes. His attire was nothing more then a black dress shirt that was buttoned up but the cuffs where un-done as well as black jeans that he wore well, black boots being his choice in footwear, he sent his arm protruding out in front of himself looking down at his crystal plated Rolex watch that hosted the current time he seem to be awaiting on someone to arrive the location he parked.

He sighed looking up at yet another plane passing over head, the sound screaming across the wild blue sky.

” Man, where are you at... “ He said to himself awaiting the arrival of his friend.

The sound of a Plymouth Cuda came from the side as it began its approach towards him; behind the Cuda was a Dodge Charger that had almost an equal sound. Both cars now stood as if they where looking to do bodily damage to him. He stood with a smirk removing his hands from plain sight, his blonde hair moving somewhat with the passing air that was jettison from the jet engine overhead, the planes they flew over head so strong yet had more power behind them then a body could imagine.

Watching both cars stop before him he smiled, still not making a move from his sighting.

” Alba... “
He thought “Always with the flashy entrance “ He came to sigh.

Now he watched the drivers of the Cuda and Charger emerge from there driver seats. Stepping from the Cuda stood a young man around his 20s’ he looked very young and adventure hungry, hungry to take charge and fly on his own wings. His hair was straightened out as it ended in two large bunches of spikes hair gel keeping this style actively together he came skipping from behind the driver side door of the Cuda with a blank smile that seem to protrude even the strongest of logic. His attire was nothing more then an artistic mesh shirt that under it had a t-shirt with the arms cut off the t-shirt had a message written upon it. “Jesus Is I, for I’m worthily of cause “his leather pants made him look flamboyant but not to much a stand out. He stood there with black sunglasses.

The second driver came out, with a smile he had his hair spiked up. His arms bulging from his muscle tank that was white, with his jeans blue in color coming to be visible as he stepped out from the car’s driver side from the waist up. He stood there with a look of a real defined bad boy running his fingers around his car keys his vivid image only brought cause he was there to provide some purpose that was unseen at the moment. He made his way to walking over to the duo as the first had already approached him. Both seeming casual as ever they all stood there with a recollection they had gotten somewhere they where all friends there.

” So you finally show up. “ He said with a smile his arms now shifting to fold behind his back.

 “Yea, I had to go get an old friend “ Alba said as he looked over to Johnny.

” Welcome back to the states... “
Johnny called as he stood looking at him, he laughed somewhat.

He walked up grasping the hand of Johnny only to become embraced while shaking hands, they both pulled away as Alba seem more happy that the gang was all together again but with the problem faced they didn’t seem to have enough time to catch up. So Machtan looked forward with a slight discontent about him his face changing from happy go lucky joy to the sheer volume and magnitude of the problem at hand.

” Did you tell him? “ He asked Alba, sort of not with the whole idea bothering Johnny for help.

” Yea, as always Johnny here is ready to fight. “ Alba replied, with a smile.

” Servicing you’re side with ample strength. “ Johnny looked at him with a collective thought that was present.

” So about this fight. Why for? “
The questioning began; Johnny needed to know the details.

” Dylan got hurt, I told you that he died. Sebastian has to pay for what he did, he and this so called Crest Brotherhood have to pay for what they did to our friend. “
Alba stated such annulment in his voice.

Machtan was able to turn away from the group that he had gather including himself it was only three men standing in a middle of an air strip that had no planes, no plans for take off anytime soon. He looked back towards the direction where the plans seem to craft the sky itself grazing the pavement and building below. He clenched his fist his only thought surpassed his greatest trait that seem to disembarking disappear just for a faint second. “Carrie... “He thought silent to himself not voicing what he told Carrie to the group.

” So guys... Live by the Rules Die by the Rules? “
Johnny asked Machtan and Alba awaiting a Reply.

” Until we run out of breath or blood “
Machtan looked back at Johnny Alba on side of Machtan leaning on his shoulder flamboyantly.

” Yes... Brother. “Alba replied the trio only stood there...

” Well I have to attend to the house, Carrie is flying in in just a matter of weeks. “ He said remembering he had to make enough money to put in the bank for living expenses also open another account to bank roll there little project that was avenging the death of Dylan.

The trio nodded back at each other, sending his fingers to his pocket he drug out his keys standing there only to turn around approaching his Mustang for the disavowing take off. He had to flee, escape just for a little while to prepare for what could’ve been a hard time ahead with Carrie being one of the main factors this little endeavor couldn’t go wrong but it had to go right. He approached sending his fingers to grasp the handle of the driver side door soon he then pulled himself into the car buckling his seat belt grasping the wheel one handed until he rolled down the window, the car started with a shaky roar that the American muscle behind the engine and horse power rose to become the greatest sound heard. Raising two fingers and sticking his hand out the window he took of pressing the gas peeling out with a screech he took of leaving what was a trio to being a collective duo.

Alba turned around with a sudden smile only to grace the presents of Johnny.

” So are you down or what? “ Alba asked Johnny so slightly he was taken of guard.

” What do you mean?
Johnny looked puzzled for a second.

” To avenge the guy that almost killed you’re sister. “ Alba stated reminding him on his harder more dislocated times.

” No clue, but I don’t want to let down Mach... “ Johnny felt a bit bad not telling Machtan the truth and real reason Dylan almost got killed the first time.

” So figure it out before you let another friend fight a battle and die trying to defend a fake... “ Alba pointed his finger at the nose of Johnny now a bit more angered by his slight procrastination.

” Ok I will tell him when the time is right, I’m not helping not while Ash is in a coma in the hospital then again I may never help. “
Johnny made this commanding, clear that it wasn’t a good thing to ask him.

” Fine... “
Alba replied walking at his car.

” Alba... “
Johnny called before he disappeared.

” Yea? “ 
Alba replied looking back slightly.

” Please take care of Carrie and Mach there the only family I got other then Ash, If something happens to them I will be at you’re death bed “ Johnny threatened Alba, he was in fact pretty serious in doing so.

” You have my word “Alba replied before getting into his Cuda.

Johnny watched Alba duck his head retreating into the Cuda, starting it up and pulling away, his fingers closed into hard crushing fist as if he had been insulted by his friend’s request. He then smiled slightly thinking about his sister. “Ash you know, some friends we have... some friends we have “he began fleeing to his own Charger he didn’t want to think about what could’ve happened if he defeated the so called “Clubs “that where out to deal damage. But damage was already dealt his sister was the one who received much of the pain. He came out unscarred.

The last seen plane flew over head as Johnny made his exit as well he made it unclear to Alba as If he would help Alba prayed on his soul that he would because Machtan needed all the friends he could get at the moment…


We have to band as one...

Defeat the one known for being wrong all the time...
 
Help the weak find a home among the Strong...
 
Take care of those who support us, aid the fallen even if there liars..
 
Keep unpretending that everything is ok...
 
Remember how strong you have to be, if you’re going to be... 




 
Stay Tuned for Part Three...