Welcome, Dear readers, to KyokiYami's production of: The Fall of Logan: Rise of The Beast. This is a LoRo, meaning the pairing is Logan and Ororo. This starts out with the bar in Alberta, Canada. I hope you enjoy! Now, Beast, my loyal servant, on with the Disclaimers!
Beast: Master Necrox doesn't own X men, or else this shit would've happened sooner.
If one were unfortunate enough to wander into the Old Rockies Bar on this night, then they would've been met with the sight of a metal cage in the middle of the room, with the broken forms of men littered around it, and five men inside of it, four of which seemed to be working against the man standing in the middle of the cage as he fought them off.
"This man is insane! How can he keep going after all of this?!" One man exclaimed, watching his buddy being thrown roughly against the wall of the cage, and saw him slump to the ground. "Bub, you've made a big mistake trying to take me, and I intend to make you pay for it." The man who stood in the middle of the ring said, sprinting towards the man trying to get off of the ground and rejoin the fight. Reaching him, he sent out a very hard right kick to the man's stomach, then, lifting him off the ground, reared back his fist, and punched him in the face. Hard.
*Thud* Was the sound I delighted in hearing as I pulled my fist away from the man's face, dropping him onto the ground. Hearing a sound of rushing feet behind me, I turned to see the men rushing me. Yeah, that's SURE to work Bub, just as well as it did last time you rushed me. I thought as I wait for the first of the three to reach me. Ducking down, I let the man sail over me and land on the ground behind me, tumbling to a stop against the wall of the cage. Heh, one down, two to go. I thought, lunging at the next approaching man, tackling him to the ground, the turning his lights out with a swift punch to the face. Then, jumping back, I again launched myself against the last man standing in the ring, as he fell to the ground in a loud thud.
"And the Wolverine wins again, and stays as the King of the Cage!" The announcer yells, walking into the cage, and lifting my arm up. There were collective Boo's and Fuck You's coming from the crowd, all of which seemed to lose their money to me. I didn't really care, I was doing what I was best at, drinking all I wanted, smoking my favorite cigars, and getting paid for it! Life is looking pretty damn good right now. I felt like I was a king, and nothing could hurt me. Then, as I walked into the bar from the Cage area, I noticed a girl. She couldn't have been any older than 16, I thought, wondering what she was doing here. It's none of your concern, just leave it. I thought, walking over to the bartender and ordering a shot of vodka.
"I know what you are, you bastard. There's no way that a man can take on five guys at once and come out without a scratch like that." Came the voice of a, surprisingly, sober man. Growling, I reply, "Slim, you've lost your money, but if you keep going, you'll lose your life, got it?" I asked, tensing slightly, feeling that this was going to turn ugly very soon. Taking a step back, the man turned around as if to walk away, then spun towards me, pulling out a knife and going to stab me in the stomach. Grabbing his hand, I spun it behind his back and heard the sickening sound of his arm breaking in two different places.
"Fuck! You broke my goddamn arm!" The man screamed, holding his arm to his side. "You fuckin-" He was cut short as blood gurgled out from his mouth, and I knew it wasn't I who had killed the man. This was for two reasons, one being that I hadn't had enough to drink to forget plunging my claws into him, and the other, more apparent one was that the familiar scent of bear wafting through the air as I saw a man come out from behind him, his hands equipped with a set of deadly, five inch black claws.
"Hey there, Runt. Good to see you again." He said, and I noticed what was in his arms. The girl from the counter that I had noticed, who seemed no older than 16, held by her waist, seemingly unconscious. "I have business to take care of, so I'll be seeing ya later." He said, slinging the girl over his shoulder as he took off out of the bar, and suddenly, I remembered who he was, and let out a deafening roar at what I knew he would do to the girl if I didn't stop him, and ran after him into the Rockies.