***DISCLAIMER***

I don't own Brutal Legend, which is owned by Double Fine and EA Partners. All I own is the new factions, Shados, Titus and oddball Josef.
Also, I'm an avid wrestling fan and while I won't be throwing John Cena in, I will utilize some of the moves in the fighting, be it a hurricanrana or a Chokeslam.

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Ch 1

The fans were screaming outside, and it was the biggest show TriFierce had ever headlined. Titus looked out at the masses, then down to himself. 4 thousand. There were 4 thousand people out there, screaming. He didn't care about the amount; rather, he was more concerned with the music they were there for. He believed in his ability to play guitar and sing, without a doubt. What he didn't have faith in was the rest of the band. He had agreed to be in this group when they started, because they had told him they wanted to recreate the days of old, with metal reigning free. But as soon as he walked into the first practice with the drummer using a laptop to feed beats into the "background", he realized otherwise. Since then, they had proven time and time again that the closest these idiots would get to metal were the piercings they wore to stage, and those were clip-on. Titus tried to play his best with the skill he had, but every time he tried to make good music, they would bog on him, saying he was going against the style that they were known for, whatever style that was. He lit his cigarette and took a drag, shooting the smoke out of his nostrils. The band was sub-par, and he hated it. But as long as they were gaining popularity in this city, he would try to bring legitimacy to their music.

"Took me awhile to find you, Tite." A voice said out faintly away. Titus looked below and behind him to see one of his only friends, Josef, standing on the platform, if you could call it that, nearest to him. The stage that Titus and the crew helped make was in essence a large beast, similar to the one that was used by the late (and according to the rest of the band, great) Cabbage Boy. One of the main differences was that while the stage of Cabbage Boy was a large fire beast Stonehenge type of thing, while the TriFierce stage had a much ore "infectious beast" vibe, with large slimes and oils sliding from it's pipes, and the beast shaped as a large, chrome, skeletal lizard. The stage, which took 4 weeks for them to create, was nicknamed Epôkalîps. Josef was standing on the top spiked vertebrae, while Titus was on the fangs of the beast. Titus jumped down onto a rib adjacent to the backbone, took another puff, and started talking.

"Sorry, man, I just don't like the bandmates too much… Thanks for showing up." He tapped the ash off of his light, then continued. "The most experienced person for lights and sounds that we have is that ass-backwards drummer, and I doubt he can understand what a light bulb even is. I know you can make a flashlight and maraca into a party, so you think you can do it?" He asked nonchalantly.

"I dunno, Tite, if I have to keep talking to them…" Josef trailed off. Titus knew exactly what he meant, the bass player could drop your IQ in a conversation, and the drummer wasn't much better.

"You don't have to, just give them the heads up in a minute. You got your booth set up already, right?" Titus asked.

"Yeah, was the first thing I did here. So tell me now, why are you still holding into this ridiculous band?"

Titus stopped for a second. "Even though they suck, I joined this band to try and be in something legitimately metal. Sure, they proved that isn't what they are, but without me they have no hope. I'm in here because real music needs to be played. Now c'mon, I gotta go down there before they freak out about where I'm at." Titus climbed down the ribs, and jumped down onto the amps. The lead singer, a scrawny little wimp wearing vampire fangs and a raccoon eye bandana, screamed at him.

"Hey Titass, why are you always skipping practice? We decided that since you were gone, we took out your solos." He laughed at Titus, putting on some blue eyeliner. "By the way, that one dude with the ponytail you invited, he doesn't even have any gimmick! What's he gonna wear to the stage?"

"He's gonna wear the clothes he has. He doesn't need to dress up funny to make us not sound like total shit." Titus said pointedly. Every time the rest of the band talked, they just indicted the public school system worse.

"Whatever, if he's not as good as Squirm, we're gonna kick his ass!" He boasted, acting like he was such hot shit. Titus groaned, walked backstage, and set up, readjusting his Epôkalîps bracelet they built the stage after. It was chrome, with the spiked ball tail and body wrapped around his forearm, with it's mouth gaping around his full wrist and the fangs ending in the middle of his hand. He grabbed his guitar, a Razorback, pulled the strap around himself, and tested the strings . It sounded good until he hit the shrills. He re-tuned it, finally finishing up on the cigarette. He could hear the back-up band doing a quick set, and went to his starting position to get onstage. The first band got offstage, and took their check. Titus waited until the drums were set and the singer screamed their name a few times, and walked out. The drummer started counting off, and all of a sudden the lights shut off, save the one directly on the bass. Titus smirked. Josef was a genius at his tech. The beats started fading in, and they started playing. The concert was going way better than any other TriFierce show, with strobing and switches in the backgrounds to better equip the acoustics. That's when the stupid happened.

Halfway into their 4th song, the bass player started dancing on the amp wall, jumping around and thrashing. The problem with that was the amps were set by the leg supports, and he was tilting them back. Titus looked back, saw this and stopped playing and singing. He pulled out his walkie talkie and sent out a signal to Josef.

"Jo, listen! That idiot is gonna crash the set if he keeps going, and you're way closer than I am. I'm gonna try and get these 2 to leave, you stop him. GO!" He dashed over to the drummer, and yelled for him to leave. The idiot just kept banging the pedals and playing away, shaking his head no. Titus decided to cut his losses and try to at least convince the singer to get offstage. He ran up front, and started trying to explain what was happening to the singer, but the asshole was just ignoring him and pushed him away. Frustrated, Titus pushed him into the ground, screaming.

"Are you kidding me, man?" GET OFFSTAGE, YOU IDIOT!" He was so pissed at these guys, he was at his breaking point. The singer got up and swung at him. Titus let it connect weakly against his jaw, and smiled. This bastard wanted to play? He could do that.

"My turn now, bitch." He said softly, taking a step towards the singer. The coward faltered back, tripping over the mic stand. Titus smirked. This was gonna be fun. He got right up close to his fallen band mate, lifting one fist, getting ready to throw it, but before he could, the little spitfuck grabbed the mic stand from next to him and swung for Titus' head. The cold metal cracked into his jaw, knocking him back. Before he could turn around completely, he felt a chord wrap around his neck and start to tighten. That little bastard was trying to kill him! The singer leaned back, throttling him. Titus could feel his lungs tightening. He swung his shoulders forward as hard as he could, flipping the singer over him. The fans were screaming as loud as they could, but Titus couldn't tell if it was approval or horror. The singer started getting up, and Titus slammed his knee into the coward's back. He turned and saw the bass player arguing with Josef and the supports starting to crack from the amps leaning against them. He punched the singer in the face, knocking him back, and felt a heavy object slam into his back, dropping him. He groaned in pain, looking back at the drummer, holding a symbol. The singer got up, and the 2 started stomping on him. Before they got very far with that, Titus pulled himself up and slammed the two together, throwing them off the stage. They hadn't even hit the ground when the leg supports finally cracked, with the rib holders caving in on top of Titus. His bracelet sliced his arm up, and he saw a flash of green and heard a loud scream followed by chaos. He could feel himself getting pulled and Josef hollering in fear, but he didn't give a damn, he was passing out. He felt a wave of darkness consume him, and everything went black.