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:: I m m o r t a l
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Unsatisfied
Remember this boys and girls all over the world. I’m the best fuck the rest
Every time I close my eyes I see that seem reenactment of my dreams haunting me
plaguing me of what I did to poor ol’ Detrick Scott, I’m amazed if he even
took the time to clean those wounds poor guy turned blue. But in my mind that
was the highlight of the night a match where only the strongest man came out I
thought after beating him senseless I’d be able to deploy all thought,
flushing the memory to a very safe place.
But flushing a memory is dangerous, it brings nothing to the table but pain...
Maybe that’s what I need some other challenger one that helps me along,
finding my role...
Romeo, what a name, for a name if he had a name. I know so little about you it
makes me sick thinking that you could be the one who takes me down, the one who
in his own right... “Beats “me I’m not scared or troubled on the
terminable thought that if worst comes to worst. But enough with that you’re
what I call a “ Fragment “ a fragment of an even greater puzzle one that FU
is represented by stature. I invented a massacre I was the one who created
murder yet you’ve done nothing to the effect of even getting noticed yet just
in a little whiles time you might fade to black.
Romeo, if you’re name be that of the lover from the tragic story where is this
Juliet, is she pain? Is she male violence that I come to call, claming for my
own accord. If Juliet is pain maybe she’s dancing, dancing with the right man
no doubt? Formidable I hope you are changing the script for an ever love story.
Yes that I’m the Immortal who brings a new side to the story... Yet I’m the
Jack the Ripper of all time He never loved yet I do, He never brought to justice
the light that beckons baron day. Yet you’re name is of a freedom fighter who
risked the bowls of his soul for another. Are you really going to risk yourself
for her? “Juliet “The pain. What is to become of you during our little
scuffle?
Hope you’re most memorable moment of our fight is when you hit the ground
it will surely be mine...
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Glory
| part 1 |
" A New Addition to the Team " A
rather large thud is heard from the confound of a basement located somewhere
near. The sound echoing through
the busy bustle as a crowd of men and women alike stood watching as two fighters
duke it out in the middle of someone’s home. It was a party no doubt everybody
was having fun throwing drinks and placing bets all around. This fight was
different two young guys who had hated each other for the wrong reasons where
pitted in a fight to the death almost, nobody would stop the chaotic carnage
that was to be perceived by this deal made.
A rather small young man was on top of the other, pounding heavily wielded fist
into his face. He couldn’t stop them from dropping even if he wanted to.
Stains of blood abound rasterizing into caked up stains. The young men’s
bodies tattered and torn they couldn’t even hold up a fight with out trying to
pass out on the side.
But with great hate would also bring great glory for pounding you’re nemesis
into a bloody, broody pulp.
” Come on take him down “ An on looked
shouted, waving around a big fist full of cash placing down a bet on one of
them.
Soon the boy by the name of “Kelly “Rolled around with his legs
appropriately around the other guy’s arm closing off all blood to the side of
his head, clenching harder he grasped his wrist pulling into a grapevine like
submission he couldn’t hold on but he tried fighting of hunger for air and
water as well as forgiven peace that was foreign to them in the current point in
time.
” Well folks, looks like Kelly is our scrappiest fighter in this fight.
“Said the unknown bookie.
A man dressed in nothing but a
black T-shirt
with ACDC written across the front as well as the signature blue and red skull
with the white thunderbolt edging across in the middle of the skulls head, where
the brain would be housed... He seem to be the bookie for this sport it ended up
in someone’s basement too, preferably his. He had black jeans with hair to
match lip ring involved between his lips perching as he almost smirked. He was
the massacre creator down in the lower blows of his own orange county house. It
wasn’t the best place to call home after so many destructive fights in his
basement.
” Come on, fight back he’s killing you. “ Said yet another crowd hog who
didn’t have a clue how this fight was important.
Soon Kelly was able to make the guy give up but the fight wasn’t over, someone
had to be knocked out Kelly vowed to a friend after the fight was over “ May
he be bloodied he’d stand in the middle of the basement floor arms out
stretching for fathomed victory. “ He was able to stand as the other guy “
Cruz “ was able to stand up seldom but had a bit of help as the circle of guys
along the northbound wall pushed him at Kelly who had stumbled forward due to
the large quantity of blood losses during this fight.
Kelly drew back with all strength that soon left his body, he had nothing to put
up yet.
Cruz looked on as his jaw was completely rattled to the bone as he stumbled
falling to both his knees his face instantly busted open from the hard hitting
knuckles that grinded themselves into the side of Cruz’s face beheld to be the
fist of Kelly who was almost about to fall over, a mean look came across
Cruz’s face but he soon dropped his body collapsing
to the hard concrete floor
below his ever tired body in tune his body
made a rather large thudding sound but not enough to cause great panic,
but for Kelly to stumble backward now his knuckles fully busted open after a
fight that had a long duration of about eight hours in the making he’d had
crumbled after seconds in beating Christopher Cruz, Kelly sighed then attempted
the same as Cruz..
Kelly fell back his head hitting the ground his forehead lodged open as his
forehead was bleeding, his lower lip completely busted open scratches and forms
of caked up blood upon his naked body. Vividly busted knuckles cascading with
velvet crimson colored liquid surrounding white callus like skin a true sign of
someone getting beaten...
The crowd in awe almost all putting there earnings on Cruz to take the
satisfactory win, but instead a leading upset in the upkeep of the League that
Slade ran. They all threw there money on the ground then proceeded after the
upset to not even stick around and part immediate they all exited through
his backyard walking from the basement back door to there cars scattered along
the back of his driveway the traffic of this state was so confusing cars where
along the street as well..
But there where a few promoters and team owners even a few that helped the
fighters clean themselves up and patch up any busted wounds.
Slade looked over at Kelly as two girls pulled him aside the basement wall
patching him up, starting to wrap those broken ribs and busted knuckles at there
hems. Slade looked over to Cruz who was put on a bed in the very back of his
large basement. He let out a sigh that made him tremble thinking that he’d
lost he’d have to let his fighter go.
” Fight’s over I see the true victor is with out too many injuries. “ Said
a voice calling from the stairs.
” Yea... You get him fair and square. He won he’s not with my league he’s
able to pick up normal pay and that bonus pot we installed on the sight.
“Slade said this reliantly he was a bit sad that he lost.
” Good, I didn’t want to have to do this the hard way. “ The voice
approached Slade as the figure came from the stairs.
Our hero Machtan Aomori walked down the stairs as Slade looked a bit worried.
Machtan’s attire was more or less a casual appearance it was rare to see him
in anything else. He had on a black T-shirt that had “ Idol Rockstar “ on
the front in a grudge appearance of text. Black leather pants clinging to ever
curve of his body, as he walked up his fingers donned rings from his thumb and
pinkie on both his hands. He pushed his glasses down across the bridge of his
nose pricing of his right ear only a slight taken. A idle smirk on his face it
never seemed to undo itself from his facial expression. His wrist bands lined
his wrist covering parts where you’d be able to see his wrist bone.
” What do you mean? “ Slade beckoned as he looked at a almost standing Cruz.
He eyeballed him as he hoped he didn’t get up he was one of those fighters
that was savory enough and sassy at best to cuss anybody out.
” I didn’t want to have to do harm to someone while coming down here, to
retrieve my new team member. “ He replied in the slight voice.
Cruz stumbled as one of the girls doctoring the guys up pulled on him he snapped
his arm around at the elbow freeing himself form such a grasp. Cruz stumbling
for Slade in the slightest bit he was unhappy.
” Slade! “ Cruz was yelling at the top of his lungs his banged hands coming
to his bloodied naked torso as he stood.
” What do you want? “ Slade replied as calmly as he could.
” I was going to win, I was going to be the one who gets the money! “ Cruz
screamed as he threw his hands on the throat of Slade backing him up to one of
the beams in his basement..
” Hey now, get your hands off my friend here.. “ Machtan commanded from his third party stand point.
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stumbling Cruz looked at Machtan to find out what his problem was..
” What? “ He Cruz asked, he was commanding an answer now.
” You heard me before I have to bust that already broken face of yours open.
“ He replied dreamily, pushing his hand away from the side of his face
slapping Cruz once, then twice.
Cruz snapped as he went to throw a fist, Machtan backed up throwing no kind of
guard what so ever. As Cruz over swung as He brought his knee to peruse into the
offensive of Attack, Cruz finally bent over off of one defensive maneuver.
Coughing up a few chunks of pasteurizing blood Cruz fell down as he released his
grasp he looked over to Slade for another few moments.
” So where is Kelly, I’d like to speak with him. “ Machtan dusted his
pants from the blood that flicked upon him.
” He’s in the other room.. “ Slade replied to the question, more or less
laughing at a downed Cruz.
” Maybe some Cretans couldn’t speak unless spoken to. “ Machtan edged his
words down towards Cruz.
Throwing a leg that caught the ribs of Cruz Machtan walked away, Cruz rolled
over almost crying to an extent Slade looked down..
Slade released yet another chuckle as he walked to the other side of the
basement to call for Cruz a ride..
Kelly sat in the back of the other room that Slade used for clean up for his
dirty little fights. His arms holding grasping his ribs as the girls finished
cleaning him up, he looked as if his eyes where shattered mirrors Machtan
approached with a slight cough as he approached the young kid who he had knew
for while through Slade.
” Heard you’re the winner of the bet. “
He reminded Kelly of his bout’s victory the bounty was heavy.
Machtan slapped a brown bloody envelope as Cruz tried to steal the money. It
entered the hand of Kelly as he looked into the eyes of Machtan he nodded as he
sighed.
” More money for my girl. “ Kelly stated looking at him.
” No problem man I know how that can be, most of us fight for someone.. “ He
slightly looked content and happy with the winner.
” So what’s the next move, I’m the new guy correct? “ Kelly asked
questionably he was a bit rattled still..
” Well you got a name Kelly? “ Machtan asked.
” Well no, I never got a nickname most underground guys called me “ Prayer
“ “ Kelly looked to his ribs they where dusty and blood was caked on them.
” Well consider yourself part of the crew, you’re name is Hex. You earned
it. “ Machtan said this as he got up.. slapping the leg of Kelly as he got up.
” Hmm.. “ Kelly thought as he thought about the offer.
” You know where to find me if you need me. “ Machtan had before walking
off..
With that ending on a good note. Hex was added to the fray as he was one of the
younger guys.
.Fin
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