Flames poured down onto the asphalt in heavy waves. The motorcycle's engine roared like a demon. It flew like Hell down the highway. Set atop the twisted metal steed was the Ghost Rider. Behind him on the stretch of desert road was an unnatural cloud of red smoke billowing from another Hellcycle. He opened the throttle wide open trying to outrun his pursuer. The blazing tires pulled the black Harley at an unfathomable speed, but the other Hellcycle still slowly closed the gap. The Rider looked over his shoulder to see a familiar figure on the bike. A gorilla of a man stuffed in a leather jacket with a flaming skull much more demonic looking than even the Rider's.
"The Devil want's his due." Vengeance stated as he pulled a chain of bones from around his waist. As he swung the chain up above his head, the Ghost Rider put a little more fire into his engine to avoid being struck. The bones flew down, glancing off the back fender of the Rider's bike. The Ghost Rider took this chance to unwrap the steel chain off his chest. When Vengeance was at an even speed with the Rider again he threw the Hellfire chains against his mammoth chest, but they buffed off the demon rider. It would take more than that to get him off his bike. Vengeance turned in towards Rider and rammed their bikes together, Harley metal scratching up against the demon metal. His chain wrapped around his fist, the Rider swung out and busted it up against Vengeance's hellish skull. While the big brute was distracted, the Rider untangled their motorcycles with a kick, giving him some distance. The two traded blows with their demon chains, metal and bone clashing against leather and steel. A lucky swing had wrapped Ghost Rider's chain around Vengeance's forearm. He tried to pull the brute off his bike, but his leverage wasn't good enough. Vengeance pulled his Hellcycle away, bringing the chain with him. With his motorcycle starting to tip, the Rider pulled back to keep from grounding his bike. The two were evenly matched in the tug of war until Vengeance sent a burst of Hellfire through his arm until the chain melted off his arm. The Ghost Rider saw a swing coming in from his enemy's newly freed hand that would clothesline him, he pulled the handbrake to avoid it. The motorcycle popped a stoppie with the front tire in a glorious blaze of orange and yellow. The red dust started to overtake the Rider as he fell behind Vengeance. Once both of his Harley tires were back on the earth he sped up to escape the blinding cloud. The tail of Vengeance's motorcycle came into view. Ghost Rider put his front forks parallel to the back tire as he swung his chain above his head. The chain wrapped itself around the back fender and became taught. Using the tension, Rider grabbed the steel links and propelled himself off his bike into a flying tackle. The two tumbled onto the hard packed highway in a fiery mess of leather and bones, rolling across the road at high speed for at least a half a mile. A mortal man would've suffered from severe road rash, if not death, but the two Hell riders had only some soreness as they picked themselves up. Their bikes had skidded off through the desert. Pulling himself up, Vengeance spoke again,
"Rider, give me what you took from Mephisto and I won't beat the Hell outta you." His gargly voice tried to hint at sarcasm. Rider stood back up, his skull engulfed in red flames whipping up towards the sky. He gave a one-word reply with a wispy voice,
"Never." Realizing their conversation was over, Vengeance cracked his leather clad knuckles,
"You were never big on conversation." He ran towards the Rider and threw a punch into his gut. As the Rider hunched over, another fist connected with his head, knocking his jawbone out of place as he staggered back. The Rider recomposed himself, his bottom jaw hanging crooked in the brilliant blaze of his head flame. An extended hand started to bathe Vengeance in a shower of Hell fire. It did little but distract the demon, but it gave Ghost Rider the time to close the distance with the upper hand. Quickly dropping the hand spouting fire, Rider threw a left hook that caught Vengeance on the top of his jaw, sending a crack through one of his sabre-like teeth. Ghost Rider then took a hold of the lapels on Vengeance's biker jacket. This lined him up to send a knee into the Hell spawn's gut. As Vengeance hunched over, the Rider grabbed his belt from the back and threw him to the ground. A black cowboy boot swiftly connected with Vengeance's ribs in rapid succession. While the demon rider laid there clutching his side, Ghost Rider walked away to grab Vengeance's bone chain, which had rested a few feet away. He took the chain in his hands and turned back towards his combatant, who had pulled himself up to his knees. Ghost Rider threw a ball of Hellfire with his free hand as he swung the chain above his head with the other. This set up Vengeance for the final strike. The Rider threw his chain out, wrapping it around Vengeance's chest and arms. When the chain hit its end, the Rider pulled it tight and dragged Vengeance back to the ground. As Ghost Rider walked over to Vengeance, struggling against his own chain, he sent out a whistle to summon his bike to return. Tossing down the bone link chain, the Rider stood victorious over his foe as the roar of his motorcycle drew closer. Vengeance puffed out his chest trying to free himself to little avail. The Ghost Rider pointed down at Vengeance and again spoke as he readjusted his jaw,
"Piss off." Vengeance was still too busy trying to wriggle free to offer a quick retort. Point made, the Rider turned away and saddled his motorcycle. Vengeance laid there in the Nevada desert as he watched the fiery cycle speed off toward the north. He tilted his skull back, laying it on the ground with a sigh,
"You won't outrun the Devil for long, boy."