After dropping off angel he left for the crib. He tried making it quick, not knowing if Shaundi was still sleeping or not. Hopefully he could make it back before she woke up. His ribs were starting to ache again.
The elevator arrived at the floor and he stepped out. Right away he heard her yell, "just a minute." So she was already up.
He followed the voice. She soon came out of the kitchen, almost not expecting him. "Oh you're back."
She was wearing a tight tank top and some really short shorts, her hair was pinned up. He grinned. "Who else would it be."
"I didn't know how long you were going to be gone for so I ordered a pizza. " she gave him a kiss. "Where were you anyway?"
"So stuff with Angel, luchadore stuff." He shrugged letting her go.
"Well I was just going to stay in and watch a movie, would you like to join me." Shaundi asked.
"Sure, I'll get the beer from the fridge to go with the pizza." He smiled at her.
"Great, let me go upstairs and grab the blanket really quick." She took off upstairs.
He tried not to stare at her ass in those shorts but it was hard not to admire as she jogged up the stairs. He was left grinning as he went to the fridge.
Opening it he shoved a few things around. He always hid his good beer in the back behind the eggs or something knowing Pierce would never look there.
He heard the elevator door ring, probably the pizza. Before he could check Shaundi yelled out, "I got it."
He grabbed the beers and went to go check on who it was. He approached from the side, not letting the pizza boy see him.
Shaundi took the pizza from the guy handing him cash. "Thanks." She said with a smile.
"Shaundi, I'm a huge fan." The guy gleered.
"Thanks, always nice to meet a fan." She answered back politely.
"So are you eating alone, maybe I can take you out sometimes." The guys
voice changed, trying to act more confident.
"I'm sorry." Shaundi said. "I'm not interested."
"Well." The guy fumbled around his pocket for a pen. "Can I at least leave you my number, you know, if you change your mind..." He tried handing her something.
This was just desperate now. Stepping into the mans view, he shoved him back in the elevator with one hand. "She's out of your league kid." He shut the elevator doors on the guy.
Shaundi chuckled, "are you always that rude." She took off walking to the couch.
"What a guys staring at your tits, YES." He followed.
"How do you know that's what he was looking at." She set the pizza down.
"Because I was too." He grinned at her.
She rolled her eyes, "what is it about men and tits." She sat down, "it's like you guys are hypnotized by them."
He sat next to her, placing the beers down. "Well when they are this perfect." He grabbed a handful of her breast playfully squeezing. "It's hard not to be."
She laughed smacked his hands away, "your hands are cold, go away."
"Why should I." He neared her.
"Because you've been so distracting I haven't eaten all day. And that pizza smells really good."
"All day..." He asked. That was just unacceptable.
"Yeah, I've been locked in this place just having sex and sleeping." She kissed his baffled face.
He hasn't realized, he hasn't eaten either. The sex was very distracting, and the pizza did smell really good. He got up off her, "pizza and beer does sound good right now."
She grinned at him, kissing him lightly, "lets get to it then,"
He got up, reaching for the pizza on the glass table. "What toppings did you get."
"Pepperoni." She answered.
He opened the box. "Aww how cute." He turned the box to her seeing the pepperoni arranged in a heart. "From your admirer."
"Shut up." She laughed grabbing pizza.
He handed her a beer. She took a drink then immediately put it down. "So how's your ribs."
"Fine." He answered. "Hopefully they feel better by murderbrawl tomorrow night."
"Well I got you something."
"What." He asked taking a drink.
She pulled out a bag of pills from in-between her breast. She tossed the baggy to him.
He caught it. "What are these." He asked looking at the pills.
"Some stuff I just to mess around with when I was younger. I usually took two after a bad hang over, slept a few more hours, and wake up feeling amazing. "
He examined them. "You sure."
"Yeah, I made a few calls to my ex, he sent some over, said it was his best stuff. But since your bigger you might need more than two."
"If you say so." He grabbed some, downing it with beer.
"You might want to go easy with mixing alcohol." She warned.
He laughed, since when did he follow instructions.
"Yeah I assumed that." She took them away from him. "Might as well try it too." She took only one.
"Lets hope this stuff actually works." He said grabbing more pizza. "And lets start the movie. We better not be watching some bullshit romance film."
She laughed setting up the screen. "Do I look like the type. I got something with action, guns, drugs, sex, and lots of violence."
He grabbed her, pulling her towards him. "that's why I love you." He kissed her head.
She smiled, blushing a bit.
He laid back on the couch, putting his feet on the table. She took her spot, similar to his but resting her head on his shoulder.
They finished the pizza together and the rest of the beers. Part way though the movie he passed out from the medication.
She wasnt as effected by it but got tired after awhile. And laying on his chest was very relaxing. Soothing like ocean waves, rising and falling in rhythm.
She shut off the movie, adjusting herself on him, pulling the blanket up to her waist. She laid on top of him, her ear to his chest, shutting her eyes to take an other nap with him.
Then his bicep wrapped around her, his hand rested on her hip. Now she couldn't go anywhere, but she didn't want to anyway.
It was silent now, all she could hear was his heartbeat. Slowly she drifted off, hoping to have many more nights like this.
Shaundi awoke the next morning. Still in the same exact spot she fell asleep last night. Looking up at Christain, she could tell he was still in deep sleep.
She sat up, unhooking his arm from around her. He didn't look to be in a very comfortable position. She pushed him over, to lay down on the couch.
She untied his shoes, pulling them off, and putting his feet up on the couch as well. She decided that maybe his jeans weren't comfortable either.
She unbuttoned them, and slid the zipper down. Slowly she pulled them down his legs. His sleep wasn't at all effected, he stayed dead asleep. She continued down his ankles, pulling off his jeans completely.
Laid out for her, only in his boxers and tshirt, she admired him. His toned muscular body, laying helplessly on the couch.
She had some thoughts in her head as she stared down at the bulge in his shorts. Instead she bit her lip and fought the urges. Pulling the blanket up on him, she left him there to rest.
He awoke some time later, looking around to see he was still on the couch. He yawned stretching, his shoulder felt much better.
He sat up, seeing the pizza box and beer around the couch, but no Shaundi. He walked to the bathroom, quickly relieving himself. After something drew him to the kitchen.
Shaundi was in the kitchen eating, Viola was also there, seated next to her. Shaundi smiled seeing him walk in. "Look who's finally up."
"Yeah, what time is it." He poured himself some coffee.
"2 in the afternoon." Viola answered.
"I think I might have over did it on those pills." He sat next to Shaundi.
"Yeah I think so." She laughed. "I made you something to eat." She got up, going to the counter and bringing him back a plate. "Pancakes eggs and bacon."
"Fuck yeah," he was starving. "So what are you doing here Viola." He started eating.
"Can't I just come over and have some coffee."
"Well yeah..." He started.
"I'm kidding." Viola stopped him, "actually the mayor wants to meet you."
"Hold it, what's going on?" He stopped her, "why the fuck does he want to meet me."
Viola answered. "The mayor needs our help."
"Why would we help him? Who cares about..." He was cut off.
"The mayor is one of the most powerful men in Steelport. Don't just dismiss him."
"And we should just jump when he says?" He asked laughing.
Viola nodded. "If it'll get us on his good side, yes."
"And he needs me right now, with only 6 hours until murderbrawl."
Viola nodded again. "The major said it was important."
"Fine, I'm trusting you on this, Viola."
"You should."
"Just let me finish my pancakes." He continued eating.
"Your probably going to need to put clothes on too." Viola smirked.
"Ha ha." He said sarcastically. "Are you joining us too?" He asked looking at Shaundi.
"No, you go have fun with the major." She took his plate. "Just be back soon, I'm picking up your outfit for later."
He walked up to her, placing a kiss on her lips. " I'll see you later." Then took off to get changed.
Him and V rode together down to the majors office. There wasnt much said between them.
They arrived, Oleg was joining them too, he was already waiting in the lobby. "Hey big man." He greeted Oleg. "Lets go."
Before he could step inside Viola stopped him.
"What are we waiting for?" He asked.
Viola stood in his way, "We're not walking in there until you promise to play nice."
"Are you serious?" He asked.
"Repeat after me: Don't fuck with the Mayor." Viola was serious.
He smiled. "Look sweetie - I'll fuck with whoever I wanna fuck with." He walked passed her, shoving both doors open. "I mean, who does this guy think he is?"
Inside an older gentleman was being strattled by a stripper dressed in a police uniform. He looked up to greet them. "Viola - is this the kid you were talking about?"
Holy fuck. "Burt-fucking-Reynolds?!"
Burt smiled. "Who else could keep this town running? Besides, I love my constituents."
"Sir, I am a huge fan." He offered Bert his hand.
"Excuse me, hon." The stripper got off his lap, and Burt shook his hand. "Viola says the Saints are the new game in town. If that's the case, I want in."
"Uh, yeah, great! What do you need?" He was excited to work for Burt.
"I got a zombie problem that I want -" Burt tried explaining.
Viola jumped in. "Wait, a WHAT problem?"
Burt sighed and repeated. "Zombies."
Oleg got in. "You mean metaphorically - the celebrity obsessed, media drugged masses, yes?"
Burt shook his head. "This ain't Los Angeles."
He turned to viola. "I'll tell you about it later." Remembering he was the cause of it.
"You knew about this?" Viola asked.
"So what do you say, kid?" Burt asked.
He shrugged. "Undead clean-up ain't exactly in our wheelhouse, but we'll give it a whirl. Aren't you worried about pissing off STAG?"
Burt laughed. "You're acting like I never had to outsmart a paramilitary organization before! Call me when it's done."
He nodded shaking hands again. As they walked out he turned to Viola, whispering, "Oh my God, this guy's fucking awesome!"
Viola rolled her eyes. "Stop being a fanboy."
They arrived on the quarantined island. Having to make it past Stags blockade, and raised bridges.
He exited the car, Viola at his side. Both equipped with gas masks and gun. " Maybe I should have thought this through." He said seeing these things up close.
"It's too late now, you don't back out after agreeing to something with the mayor." Viola started walking.
"You're right... I can't let Burt down." He took off in front of her.
Viola sighed. "What's the plan here?"
"Simple enough. Make sure these gas masks stay on, find the chemicals, neutralize them, and kill anyone in our way, alive or dead."
"But for killing these... zombies. What's the plan for that?" Viola asked.
"I'm not picky, as long as they stop moving."
Burt called over their headset. "Heard from my contact in STAG. There are three containers leaking the virus into the air. They'll have to be submerged in water to be neutralized. Think you can handle that?"
"Mayor Reynolds, STAG gave me just the tool I need..." He pulled out his special weapon that he stole off the cargo plane.
Testing it on some up coming zombies, they completely exploded. He learned though, to stay out of the
splash zone.
Viola stopped. "Alright, I'll take the east side of the island. Call me once you finish up."
She disappeared before he could answer. "Well I guess on my own then." He blasted an other zombie in pieces.
It was simple enough following where the fumes were coming from. They emitted a bright green smoke into the air so the tanks were easy to spot. He loaded and fired, launching the tank into water. "That was easy enough." Almost too easy.
He called to check up onViola. "Viola, how's it..."
"Help me, they're everywhere!" Viola yelled.
"Hold on, I'm coming." Just as he said that more zombies appeared. "Fuck." He yelled seeing the horde.
He tied exploding them but he couldn't fire fast enough. They just kept coming. Instead he just took off running.
He had to have ran a few blocks, but the zombies were still after him. Seeing Viola up on a building, he jumped the neared fence heading to her.
Up on the build Viola was defending herself against some of the undead. She swung her rifle hitting one in the head, them firing to finish it off.
She didn't see the one coming from the left. It jumped for her but she managed to jam her rifle in between them. She held it off trying to push it back, it wouldn't budge.
The zombie grabbed for her, she shut her eyes as the thing groaned and gnawed on her gun. There was a round shot and the body fell. Relieved she looked to see the boss there.
"See? Splitting up - Bad." He explained.
"Well I was going to say thanks..." She started but he turned to fire at more zombies.
"Can you even kill something that's dead?" She asked.
He kept firing. "If they're moving, they ain't dead. They're just... fucked up."
Viola laughed."How scientific. It's unbeliveable..." She stopped.
"How fucked up this is?" He asked.
Viola kept firing. "No, that we never thought of manufacturing zombie gas...the Morningstar could have made a killing..."
"So why didn't Loren try to take the mayor's office?" He asked as they cleared the building and took off for the container.
"Too much politics. Besides, he wasn't about to go up against Mayor Reynolds." Viola answered.
"First smart move he made..." He spotted an other horde headed their way. "Oh fuck me..."
They fought most of them off, one broke the line. Running straight at him one reached trying to scratch through his gas mask.
He tossed the zombie down, stomping its brains in. He inhaled but something didn't feel right. "I'm... um... I'm not feeling so well..."
Viola went to his aid. "Let me check your... Shit. The hose on your mask is damaged. There's a Rim Jobs close by; maybe I can fix it there."
He followed after her. "That... sounds like a good idea... Let's hurry..."
They approached the garage. The garage door was unlocked so they slipped in quickly, trying to avoid attention.
Viola noticed some did spot them. "I'll look around for that hose. You hold them off."
"Oh sure... piece of cake..." He stood at the door, gun ready.
"Is he on fire?!" He asked, seeing a zombie up in flames running straight toward him.
That was pretty fucking scary. He unloaded, not wanting that thing anywhere near them. "Can we hurry this up?" He yelled at Viola.
"Still looking..." She called back.
More spotted them. "Look faster..." He called again.
Viola tossed through some parts. "This isn't right..."
More were on their way. "Any day now... these bodies are looking... tasty."
Viola yelled. "Got it!"
"Alright, get it fixed." He yelled as he went to her.
"Oh just relax..." She said. "Hold your breath." She broke off his nozzle and replaced it.
He deeply inhaled feeling much better. He was barely able to turn in time, shooting a zombie just inches from him.
Viola cringed. "Dammit, I keep getting pieces of these things on me."
"I'm going to need a shower after all this." He called out as he took off for the rest of the tanks.
"How are you so calm about this?" Viola asked.
"Eh, see one zombie, you've seen 'em all..." He shrugged.
"Like you've ever dealt with a zombie before."
"Actually, I had this friend once named Lin..." Some shit that happened to her, some people said she came back, but he never believed it.
"What?" Viola asked.
"Nevermind." He yelled finding the last tank.
He aimed and launched it into the water. Right then Burt called. "Tell me there won't be any problems."
"Couple more containers to go, Mayor." He answered.
"Good. You get this done and you can count on the Steelport Municipality to back the Saints. SWAT teams, favors from the police chief, a little help from me personally... whatever you need, you'll get."
He was very excited. "Mayor Reynolds, I'll let you know when it's done."
They found the last tanks. It looked like stag had already attempted to dispose of them because they were already loaded up on a truck. Stag must have failed, what a surprise.
"Hurry get in." He yelled at Viola as more zombies came.
They safely made it and shut the doors. The keys were already in the ignition, he started it up, planning on driving it straight off a dock.
Oleg called stopping him. "I think we could utilize this virus to fight our enemies. All we need is a sample before you destroy it all."
"Oleg, I'm not making a shitty problem worse by letting it out." He answered.
Oleg explained. "I'm saying the Saints could create zombies to fight with us, overwhelming our enemies with a tide of flesh."
"Yeah, ok that's fucking cool." Maybe he should take it. "We can drive this thing out on the truck."
He aimed for the lifted bridge.
"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Viola asked.
"Can you think of a reason not to?" He asked.
"Not off the top of my head, but..." Viola tried thinking.
He cut her off. "Then that settles it." Aiming for the bridge he hit the gas.
"Are we going to make it." Viola asked, bracing herself.
"Maybe." They launched off the bridge.
Narrowly making it, the top of the truck skitted against the roof of the bridge. But they landed intact.
"Holy fuck." Viola exhaled, almost in shock checking the cargo.
"See I told you." He smirked.
She clenched her chest, still breathing heavy.
He called to Oleg. "Hey send someone to pick this up."
They waited as a saint came to exchange cars. They brought one of his hammerheads. Viola was going to ride back with him to the crib.
As she got into the passenger side he turned to her. "Hey watch the seats." As she was still covered in blood.
She shot him a glare and sat down.
"Or not." He started the car and took off to the crib.
They arrived soon after, he checked his watch. Still enough time to get ready for murderbrawl.
Viola stepped out after him. "Hey can I, umm..." She motioned to the bathroom.
"Shower? Yeah go ahead."
"Thanks." She started walking then stopped. "Do you think Shaundi would mind if..."
"I'll grab something for you to wear in a bit."
"Thanks." She disappeared into the bathroom and shut the door.
He went upstairs quickly, going though the closet he found one of Shaundi's robes that he was sure she wouldn't mind letting Viola have. Shaundi always ends up in his shirts anyway.
He took it downstairs, knocking on the door. "Viola?" He called there was no answer.
He cracked the door, immediately a blast of steam hit him. "I brought you something to wear for now." He called out into the foggy room.
"Thanks, can you leave it on the sink for me." Viola asked.
"Sure." He stepped in keeping is eyes low. "I promise not to look."
"Nothing you haven't seem already." She joked.
He chucked, setting the robe down. He looked up for a split second, in the mirror behind him he could see the reflexion of Viola, just seeing her ass. He got out quickly, shutting the door behind him.
Soon after he exited the elevator rang, Shaundi stepped out, seeing him. "Oh you're back." She approached him.
"Yeah." He tried kissing her.
She put her hand on his chest stopping him. "Oh my god. What is all of that, you smell like rotting meat."
He laughed. "Long story."
"Well I got your outfit, I recommend a shower first." She handed him the bag.
"Will you be joining me." He asked mischievously.
She laughed. "Not when you smell like that. Now hurry up, you're making the whole place smell."
He smiled, but listened, going upstairs to shower quickly. He stripped down, throwing his blood clothes on the floor. He was going to have to burn them.
Turning on boiling water he stood under it, even though it burned. He looked down seeing the blood go down the drain, it was pretty discusting.
He even stole Shaundi's shampoo, scrubbing everywhere until he no longer smelt of the dead meat. He swore the even had to shake a few meat chunks out of his hair. He wished the water could go hotter.
Once he was positive he was blood-free and 100% clean, he shut off the shower. He grabbed a towel, drying his hair, then wrapping it around his waist.
The door opened behind him, Shaundi stepped in joining him. She kicked his bloody clothes in the trash, then looked at him. "You smell so much better now."
He bend down, kissing her. She ran her hand over his beard. "Are you going to shave this." She asked playing with it.
He ran his hand over his chin. "I don't know."
"Sit down." She said pushing him back.
He took a seat on the toilet. She opened the cabinets pulling out shaving cream and a razor.
Instead of handing it to him, she put the shaving cream on her hand, then rubbing it over his chin.
He sat still as she covered his beard. Rinsing her hand, she grabbed the razor. "Now sit still." She warned.
She stood between his legs, bending down leveled with him. He put his hands on her hips.
Slowly and carefully she ran the blade over his cheek. Concentrating on not cutting him, she didn't notice how he was looking at her, so intently.
She continued, making sure not to miss a spot. She finished the other side. Then placing a finger on his chin, she lifted his head up. "Alright now really be careful." She warned.
He stayed silent, not wanting a slip up. She had the blade at his throat now. He trusted her now more than ever. Her eyes still concentrating as she ran the blade up. He had never allowed anyone this close to him, let alone put a blade to his neck.
He could feel it pull at his skin, but smoothly went over. She wiped the blade off, then going over on the other side.
She was almost done, even more delicately she ran the blade over the center of his throat, finishing up. He exhaled deeply as she put the blade down and wiped his chin with a hand towel.
Kissing him on the lips she smiled. "All done."
He felt his now smooth chin. Grinning at her, "thank you." For the shave and not killing him.
She smiled. " let me go get your costume." She left for a minute then returned, pulling it out from the bag.
Spandex. "Really." He asked, "and a speedo."
"Yeah." She grinned. "Put it on."
He grabbed the outfit. Slipping the tights on. They were really ... Tight. And concealed nothing at all. He slid the speedo on over, still not any better.
Shaundi laughed a bit then stopped once she caught his glare. "I really have to wrestle in this?" He asked.
"Oh and your mask."she held it up.
He snatched it up quickly. "Angels going to pay for this."
"Relax." She got close. "I think you look hot." She rubbed his jaw.
He tried stopping this. "Shaundi, my dick is being suffocated right now, the last thing I need is a hard-on while fighting. So don't push your luck."
She laughed again. "Ok, lets start going. Angel wants you in the locker room early to go over the plan."
"Great, can I at least put on a hoodie or something." He asked.
"Yeah, oh and don't forget the shoes."
"Are you fucking kidding me, shoes too." The shoes looked like crap.
She shrugged. "I don't make the rules."
They went down stairs, walking passed the bathroom as Viola came out. In a robe and her hair up in a bun.
Viola stopped, looking him over. "Wow boss...it looks... Ummmm." She held back laughter.
"Save it, I already know. Will you be joining is at the arena." He asked.
"No, I think I just order a pizza and watch Killbane get slaughtered on the big screen." She answered.
"Aright, we will be back after the fight." He started walking away but stopped and turned around. "Don't do anything... Like throw a party."
"I'm not Pierce." She yelled out from the couch.
"Thank god." He mumbled as the elevator doors shut.
They rode down the elevator quietly. Every once in a while he caught Shaundi staring at his crotch.
Finally he spoke up as she saw him see her. "What are you doing." He grinned.
"What." Shaundi tried playing it off.
"I saw you checking me out." He grinned more.
She huffed. "So what."
He stared at her.
"Shut up." She joked. "And all the times I catch you staring at my tits, I say nothing."
He stood quietly for a moment. "I didn't think you noticed."
She grinned. "Everyone notices."
The elevator door opened and she stepped out first. Keeping her head straight she yelled out. "And stop staring at my ass."
In her defense, he was checking out her ass. He had no clue how she knew that. Instead of questioning it, he followed to the car. Opening the door for her, then getting in himself.
They drove in the back entrance. It was quicker to the locker rooms and he didn't want anyone to see him yet. Shaundi followed him into the locker room despite it being a men's locker room.
It was empty anyway, since he eliminated the competition. Angel found him and they went over the plan, for the hundredth time.
As the time neared, he could hear the screaming fans and music blast. There were cheering screams, Killbane must be arriving.
"Alright 5 minutes." Angel called out.
He nodded. Shaundi helped get the mask on. He stood up, tossing of the hoodie and stretching.
"Oh hold on." Shaundi dug through a bag. "I almost forgot."
She poured oil onto his chest, rubbing it in.
"What's this for." He asked just letting her.
"I have no clue, angel told me it helps you look better in the cameras lighting." And she got to feel all over him again as she got it all over his back and shoulder.
She made sure to massage his injured shoulders. "Is it feeling alright." She asked.
"Yeah, alot better." He stopped her, taking her face in his hands. "Thank you." He kissed her lips.
"Go kick his ass." She looked into his eyes.
He nodded.
"Two minutes." One of the workers yelled. "We need you at the entrance."
He looked down at her. "I'll see you after the fight."
She stopped him before walking off, grabbing his head, bringing it to hers and kissing him passionately. He grabbed onto her, kissing her back, deeply.
"One minute!"
Fuck, he had to go. She let him go knowing this. "I'll be back," he called out, jogging to his spot for the entrance. "I promise."
With angel, he waited for his que.
The announcers did their part.
Zach: "Tonight's been a great night and it's not slowing up, Bobby!"
Bobby: "An incredible night, Zach, and now it's time for the main event."
Killbane made his way to the ring.
Zach: "There he is, Bobby - Eddie "Killbane" Pryor, The Walking Apocalypse himself. You can't help but wonder how the Stilwater Butcher can compete."
Bobby: "I'll tell you Zach - this psycho is a complete whackjob. You know, when this guy came out of the womb he literally choked out the doctor with his own umbilical cord, he's that fucking sick."
He liked his intro, he turned to angel. "I'll be ringside, keeping Luchadores off your ass while you finish Killbane. Good luck, man."
Zach: "Well, there it is Bobby - the Saints, receiving no love here..."
The crowd booed him, like he gave a fuck.
Bobby: "Not at all - it is raining hate down where they are. And of course it is; after what their capo did to Stilwater, they're lucky their fans aren't knifing them on their way to the ring!"
Bobby: "WAIT, OH MY GOD! LOOK AT THAT - IT'S ANGEL DE LAMUERTE!"
Angel ran to the ring, making a quick entrance.
Zach: "Angel De LaMuerte: the 2nd half of The Pale Riders; sometimes regarded as the Herald of the Walking Apocalypse; the youngest wrestler to ever win the Super K Cup is here in the Steelport Arena!"
The crowd went nuts.
Bobby: "History is writing itself tonight, Zach! After his questionable loss to Killbane years ago, Angel dropped off the face of the Earth. If you're a fan of Murderbrawl, this is shaping up to be the best night of your life."
Zach: "I can't wait, let's do it!"
Angel and Killbane stood in the ring, he couldn't make out Killbane's expression but he looked pissed. The bell rung.
Zach: "Alright and here we go... And here's the Bucher of Stilwater, swaggering in..."
He stood ringside watching.
Bobby: "Ya know it's interesting, I never would have pegged Angel De LaMuerte for a Saints supporter. It goes to show ya that anything can happen at Murderbrawl."
Zach: "...and speaking of suprises, here comes the Luchadores in force!"
Bobby: "This has just turned into a lumberjack match from hell!"
"Let's fuck some shit up..." He yelled swinging in all directions as luchadores piled in.
Zach: "Alright Bobby, this is a classic match up: speed vs power, youth vs age, brains vs brawn."
Bobby: "Well, you know, the fact that these two were tag team partners really adds another layer to the whole dimension. They trained together, they know what to expect. One wrong move can end the entire match, and you gotta wonder if Angel is gonna be able to keep his cool."
Zach: "You're right Bobby, the last time these two fought, Angel lost his mask to Killbane... the greatest mark of shame in the Lucha Libre world. It's been years, that had to be eating away at him."
Bobby: "And that's exactly the weakness Killbane will be able to capitalize on to win."
Zach: "Killbane was as shocked as the rest of us to see Angel back in the ring. There's no way he's operating at one-hundred percent, Bobby."
Bobby: "What, are you kidding me? Killbane beat Angel before."
Zach: "Wait a minute, Bobby. Killbane cheated before."
Bobby: "Allegedly cheated."
Zach: "He stabbed him 13 times while the ref wasn't even looking..."
Bobby: "No, an uninvolved Luchador stabbed Angel. I saw it."
Zach: "Who we saw Killbane give a bag full of money to."
Bobby: "Let's not get into an argument over who paid who to stab someone. That's ridiculous. The point is this, Bobby: The Walking Apocalypse is at the top of his game."
Zach: "You can't discount Angel De LaMuerte. He has an indominable spirit, or need I remind you of his match against Axel "The Wolf" Shepherd. Remember that one?"
Bobby: "Yes, I do remember, and Shepherd did not have the speed or power that Killbane has, it's no contest and you know it."
Zach: "Wait a minute, what about his Carthaginian Chain match with Beartrap Calhoun."
Bobby: "That was a helluva match, no doubt about it, Bobby... but if Killbane lands one punch with his ApocaFist it's all over."
Zach: "I hate to admit it Bobby, but your right... the ApocaFist is a devistating weapon that could only be legal in MurderBrawl..."
Finally the announcers stopped babbling and watched the match. He was focused on the luchadores so didn't bother looking into the ring. All he heard were the announcers.
Zach: "Oh my God!"
Bobby: "What a night!"
Bobby: "Did you see that, Zach?"
Zach: "Unbelievable!"
Bobby: "Holy shit!"
Zach: "What was that?"
Bobby: "I can't believe it!"
Zach: "Hold that thought, Bobby!"
Bobby: "Amazing!"
Zach: "You saw it here, folks!"
One luchadore did break free and get to the ring. He was distracted by more and couldn't do a thing about it.
Bobby: "Looks like the Luchadores might be distracting the ref!"
Zach: "Killbane's getting away with Murder here, Bobby!"
Bobby: "If that ref keeps his eyes outside the ring for one more moment, I'm afraid it's all finito for Angel."
Zach: "The Luchadores are on the side of the ring again."
Bobby: "All's fair in love and Murderbrawl..."
Zach: "This ref is missing easy calls here."
He finally pulled the luchadore down, stomping his head in.
Bobby: "So where were we, Zach?"
Bobby: "What were we talking about again?"
Zach: "Don't think I'm forgetting what we were talking about, Bobby."
Zach: "I think there was a point being made."
Finally he cleared the luchadores, but just as he looked up, Angel went flying out of the ring.
Bobby: "OH MY GOD Angel is out of the ring!"
Zach: "I can't believe this, Bobby."
More luchadores entered, kicking the crap out of Angel.
Zach: "This is punishing to watch, the Luchadores are man handling Angel."
Bobby: "This is sick! He's getting kicked around like a sack full of dead puppies."
Zach: "Oh Geez— "
He finally got to them, but before someone on the crowd got his attention. They tossed weapons at him.
Zach: "Wait, the Butcher of Stilwater is making his way towards Angel."
Bobby: "How much can one person do to-"
He picked a Chainsaw. He turned it on and just stuck the blade in the pile of men.
Bobby: "OH MY GOD A CHAINSAW!"
Bobby: "WHAT THE FUCK!? "
Zach: "Oh my God!"
Blood was everywhere.
Zach: "A fatal flaw in the Luchadores' plan, Bobby. They didn't account for the Murderbrawl Chainsaw."
Bobby: "It was a desperate move for a desperate time, but it looks like the gamble has paid off."
Zach: "Now this is what people came here to see! The Butcher of Stilwater on an unstoppable rampage!"
Bobby: "Killbane can't be happy to see this."
He cleared them off angel then turned defending him from more coming in,
Zach: "On my goodness! Look at the blood fly!"
Bobby: "That's as brutal as it can get right there, Bobby!"
Zach: "That sound will stick with you."
Bobby: "It's gotta be getting slick on that floor. I gotta get my grandma to get the mop."
Zach: "I hope the audience brought some paper bags, Bobby. It is raining blood!"
Bobby: "Look how far that spray went! Towel, please."
The luchadores learned and stopped coming. His blades were jammed with hair and flesh anyway.
He tossed the chainsaw and went to Angels aid. "Can you finish the fight?"
Angel grabbed his leg. "I think I broke my leg... Get in there and kick that bastard's ass... I can hold off these jobbers."
Zach: "Well, it looks like people are going to see the fight they paid for, as the Butcher of Stilwater stands toe to toe with Killbane."
Bobby: "Now this is classic Saints tactics: use someone to weaken up the opponent then swoop on in for the kill."
Killbane stood in his face. "I already beat your champion... now, kneel before The Walking Apocalypse."
He laughed. "I'm gonna rip that mask off your fucking face."
Killbane snarled. "When I'm through with you, you'll be begging for me to kill you."
He was done talking time for action.
Zach: "This is it, folks. Two giants in the field of destruction facing off for our entertainment. Does it get any better than this?"
Bobby: "No, it doesn't. Though only one of these two has the good sense to leave the violence in the ring. Let's all remember how the Stilwater Butcher got the name. Our support goes out to the people of Stilwater for the deaths caused by the Saints."
Zach: "I think you'd have to be naive to believe a giant like Killbane hasn't thrown in a few punches outside the ropes, Bobby."
Bobby: "Not like the punches being thrown in here tonight, Zach. Both of our contenders seem to be out for blood. Killbane isn't bowing down to the Butcher anytime soon."
Zach: "But this celebrity of the streets isn't making it easy on Killbane. There seems to be something more going on than two world-renown titans wishing to settle who rules the mountaintop."
Bobby: "No matter who wins tonight, someone is going home with crushed dreams and internal bleeding. The crowd can't get enough of the carnage, and quite frankly, Zach, neither can I..."
They ran at each other, locking up shoulders. He was smashed into hard. Fans started throwing things in, surprising some were rooting for him.
Bobby: "If the Butcher doesn't start using those weapons the audience may riot..."
Zach: "The power of raw blunt trauma is just laying on the mat!"
Bobby: "That foreign object is just begging to be used..."
Zach: "That weapon can change the tide of the match..."
Bobby: "Let's hope we get to see some bludgeoning..."
Right as those words were said, he grabbed a pipe someone threw in. When Killbane turned around he hit him right in the temple.
Zach: "That's gotta hurt to get hit with!"
He dropped the pipe, wanting a fair fight. Killbane got up, and move to him with speed.
Bobby: "And here comes the Killswitch..."
He saw Killbane in time to jump out of the way, letting Killbane land on the ground.
Zach: "He dodged it! Here comes the reversal!"
He grabbed Killbane's face, holding him still with one hand and smashing his other fist hard into his face.
Bobby: "Look at the brutality from the Butcher!"
The audience counted. "1... 2... 3... 4... 5... 6.. 7... 8... 9... 10!"
He grabbed Killbane by the neck and launched him over the top rope.
Zach: "Oh my God! And Killbane goes sailing out of the ring!"
Bobby: "But wait, he's already heading back in!"
Zach: "Looks like the Stilwater Butcher isn't getting a moments rest tonight."
Bobby: "That's right, Zach. There are no free rides against the Walking Apocalypse."
Zach: "You betcha."
Killbane swung and missed, seeming a bit dazed.
Zach: "Another miss from Killbane!"
Bobby: "The champion cannot be happy with that one, Zach."
Angry, Killbane whined up for the killswitch again. It was so predictable now. Instead when Killbane charged at him, he jumped out of the way leading Killbane into the ring post.
Zach: "Killbane's knocked out again!"
Bobby: "And here come the Luchadores in his place!"
Like anything was stopping him now. It was actually quite fun. Tossing some over the rope, the audience threw more stuff in for him to play with. He turned the ring into a blood bath, smashing guys faces in.
Zach: "Murderbrawl is certainly giving the finest in blood gushing, bone mashing entertainment tonight, Bobby."
Bobby: "My heart goes out for the clean up crew on this one, Zach."
Killbane shook out of his nap, regaining his stance. "Give it up while you can still walk. You won't even realize how insignificant you are when I ground your bones to dust with the ApocaFist."
He laughed. "That's a lot of talk for someone who thinks they're going to win."
Killbane clenched his fist. "You've already lost. Listen to the crowd chant my name. I am their dreams come to life, and your nightmare made flesh!"
He tried thinking of a clever line. "Then it's time they wake up."
Killbane charged him again. He smashed his knee right where he expected Killbane's face, with out a doubt he connected. Killbane stumbled back grabbing the ring post.
Zach: "Unbelievable! Another reversal!"
Bobby: "This is incredible, the Killbane just can't connect with the Killswitch."
He jumped the chance and stood on the rope. Beating into Killbane's already busted and bleeding face.
"1... 2... 3... 4!" The audience chanted.
He saw Killbane was almost finished. He wanted him awake for the big finish. Grabbing Killbane in a choke hold he slammed him on the mat and grabbed his mask. "Ready for your close up?"
Killbane knew it was over. "Wait! I'll give you the secret of the ApocoFist, just leave me my mask!"
" take it off." The audience chanted repeatedly.
He looked to angel outside the ring, nodding his approval. Well the people came for a show.
He gripped the mask. "Smile Killbane, we're going nationwide."
"NO!" Killbane begged.
He ripped the mask off, revealing the real face behind the mask. The crowd cheered on. He did it.
Zach: "It's shades of Angel De LaMuerte, as Killbane has been demasked!"
Bobby: "We have seen the face of the Walking Apocalypse and to be honest, it's a man with a receding hair line"
He let go of Killbane holding the mask high. Killbane rolled out of the ring , trying to hide his face.
Zach: "You gotta love it - against all odds, the Saints are still standing!"
Bobby: "What a night, Zach. What. A. Night."
As Killbane watched, luchadores dragged him back into the locker room. Throwing the biggest bitch fit ever Killbane starts attacking his own team.
Ashamed and aware he couldn't beat the butcher, Killbane glared at him with revenge in his eyes. Then cowered back into the lockroom.
He held the mask up high again for the media, letting them snap a few pictures. Then went out if the ring, tossing the mask to Angel.
He left for the locker room, really wanting to get out if this ridiculous outfit. Inside Shaundi waited for him, greeting him with a big smile.
"I knew you could do it." She tossed him a duffle bag of clothes. "You're covered in blood, again." She kissed him on the lips, trying not to get blood on herself.
He went to the showers quickly rising off then returned getting changed.
Shortly after Pierce entered cheering. "Man that was awesome, did you see how he ran like bitch."
"Pierce, where did you come from?" He asked.
"Me and Oleg got front row seats to the show, you think we would miss watching Killbane be humiliated."
He looked around no seeing Oleg. "Where's Oleg?"
"He's out trying to find a tshirt his size." Pierce answered.
After finding Oleg they all left shortly after. Pierce had an idea. "How about we throw a party to celebrate."
He shook his head. "Stags been to quiet, they might be planning something. And we still need to find where Killbane went."
Pierce sucked his teeth. "Come on man, we got to do something."
Shaundi agreed too. "You beat Killbane, come on at least a few drinks."
He looked at Shaundi then back at pierce. "Fine, a few drinks."
Sadly I will be starting school again tomorrow so it might take longer to get new chapters out. But i promise to continue the story no matter how long it takes, Ive got something planned for this story i hope you guys like. In the mean time, im loving those reviews, keep sending them in. Hope to be back soon.
