Disclaimer: Several new characters are mine, including the plot. X-Men belongs to Marvel and Fox.
Kjl24: Nor can I! I'm itching to get writing the scene, hehe.
Sych: Yup, feisty. Oh.. Logan gets himself up to far too much doesn't he? Oh well.
Blix: He is! Don't worry, Rogue won't feel that way for ever. Logan will be back at Westchester eventually..
Kimenomi: Hehe, fight! I thought it'd be good for Logan to shy away into his old lifestyle, for he has suffered and been knocked back too much and has reverted a little. Rogue and Aurora aren't gonna cheer up just yet (come on, they think Logan's dead!) and Gambit deserves it for being a arrogant flirt P
Omala: Lol. Logan's too stubborn to be told what to do!
Xcoolcomic: Thanks! Yeah, it is a shame she died, but it proves to me a more interesting and realistic plot don't you think? And you can't wait till the end? Lol, is that a good or bad thing? I've still got quite a few stories planned for our X-Men and their fight for acceptance, so don't you worry. I'm not going away just yet, I'm sticking around :D Put it this way, I'm only 17 and I intend to write for as long as possible! (Including after X3 with new plots! This is, like, the X2 saga. There will be an X3 saga when it gets its ass in the cinemas. -.-)
Chapter 44The cage sat away in the corner, glowing beams spread down upon it to illuminate the murky corner in streams of dusty light. The rest of the bar sat in it's usual murky darkness, two different worlds.
A calm and calculated posture was adopted as Logan took slow but lengthy strides towards the fighting cage. His hands rose out of his coat pockets and rested either side of him as he joined the cage side and propped his arm up against the metal bars as he spoke through, "Room for an old pro?"
The ringleader/establishment boss turned his head slowly to scrutinize through the dusty beams of light to the shadowed speaker, "Huh, you wanna have a go?"
A slow nod came from Logan. He thought cautiously a moment. Would the man remember who Wolverine was? It had been a few years since he had last entered.. and there would have been many occurrences no doubt since he had got sent out. But even at his appearance there was no recognition sensed from the ringleader. He assumed he'd be safe.
"Right, get in here then," muttered the ringleader, pushing the gate open for Logan who calmly took his coat off and draped it on one of the chairs. Logan strode slowly to his side of the cage. He could hear the ringleader shouting praises for him as the next volunteer and if he could handle the so-called 'dangerous wrath' of Hacksaw. Slowly Logan flexed his fingers into fists before uncurling them, stretching the tendons and muscle as he stood in wait for Hacksaw to be ready. Logan quickly glanced around at the cheering audience; he couldn't sense any recognition whatsoever. He cracked his neck slightly as he cocked his head, eyes shifting over to Hacksaw who was laughing and jeering at Logan, the next 'victim.'
Logan knew the slashed shirt he wore wasn't doing anything for appearance of brutality – since he looked like he'd lost in many fights due to the bloodstained patches and ripped material. He lost a fight against a mountain, did that count? So with a smirk in place, Logan threw the shirt off his torso, whipping it over his head to leave him half-naked. He threw it over to the ringleader, who caught it and tossed it upon the table by his coat. That was more like it; Hacksaw's face had visibly relaxed a little as the straggled victim looked much more like a worthy opponent.
The ringleader came to Logan's side whilst he cried into his microphone about some statistics of Hacksaw's past battles, he faded away as he came to Logan, ".. and this time, he'll be fighting against.." the microphone was moved away as he muttered to Logan, "What's your name?"
Logan held the man's gaze silently a moment as he contemplated, "Wolverine," he finally admitted.
"I've heard of you before.." muttered the man quietly before shrugging it off and turned back to his microphone, "Wolverine!!"
Logan smirked again, eyes shifting coyly to glance around the applauding audience who were as raucous as ever. Only one person wasn't applauding. He frowned, shifting his eyes to focus upon the figure, but he quickly snapped his eyes back to Hacksaw as the bell chimed loudly.
Hacksaw smirked broadly as he strode forward, fist clenching, ready. Wolverine stretched his arms idly, joint completing their usual crack before he clasped his fists tightly. The two men met in the centre of the ring before Hacksaw landed the first punch, Wolverine jumped back immediately, raising a boot to strike Hacksaw across the jaw. It met Hacksaw's face with a sharp sound, Hacksaw staggered a little before his eyes hardened on the Wolverine. With an angry snarl he threw his fists back upon the Wolverine, who jerked back to try and avoid them. A fist met Wolverine's cheek, but he hardly spent time complaining, and he lurched back into the fight, fuelling his strikes with more determination.
The Wolverine appreciated the no-boundaries rule, he could fight to his very best. His hand lurched forward during one of Hacksaw's punches and Logan grabbed Hacksaw by the neck of his clothes. But before Hacksaw knew what was happening, he was thrown to the side of the cage, slamming against the bar noisily before the Wolverine leapt forward with thrusting punches towards the man's torso. Hacksaw let out a groan as he struck the bars, his face suddenly whipping to the side as Logan's fist smashed against his cheek. Once more Wolverine's leg rose, foot hooking around Hacksaw's neck and slapping the man down to the floor where Wolverine continued his tirade of hurt. Hacksaw writhed under the kicks from the Wolverine, rolling away and scrambling to his feet with ragged breaths.
The Wolverine tossed his head gently to send his hair from his eyes, which now adopted a rage of fury. His anger was coming out in the form of fists. And he had a lot of anger to get rid of. Hacksaw ran forth, his body crouching in an attempt to head-butt his opponent. Wolverine had braced himself for the charge. Hacksaw met Wolverine by the gut, the only unprotected area and the Wolverine hurtled back against the bar with a surprised groan. Shocked by the sudden blow, Wolverine remained slumped on the floor for a few moments before he was brought back to reality by a kick striking him in the face. The Wolverine let out a muffled yell as he felt his teeth crush upon his tongue - quickly generating a steady flow of scarlet liquid from his lips. The metallic taste tantalised with his senses, sending his mind into a whirlwind of fury. The mulling position on the floor was broken as the Wolverine leapt upright with a blurred speed, diving upon Hacksaw with his incredible weight, Wolverine grappled the man heavily before spinning him into one of the cage corners were he unleashed a furious rage of pummelling fists and horrific knee jerks.
Finally, the attacks were unnecessary. Hacksaw, unable to defend himself to the lightening quick reactions of the Wolverine, slumped forward to hit the floor with an incoherent curse. Wolverine turned slowly from his defeated opponent to glare upon the cheering audience. His hand lifted slowly to wipe away the streams of blood from his mouth. But the lowering rate of adrenaline was upped as the Wolverine was suddenly thrown forward, staggering from a kick from the stumbling Hacksaw. Still turned away from Hacksaw, the Wolverine's eyes hardened incredibly, letting out an unearthly roar as he spun on the spot, backhanding Hacksaw across the face who was thrown back to the floor with a yell of defeat before he hit the cage floor in silence.
Letting out long and slow breaths Logan walked away from the floored Hacksaw. A hand ran slowly through his hair, the adrenaline still coursing through his veins and temporarily blinding him from all the angst he had been suffering. The ringleader entered the cage with a hand waving energetically in the air along with the audiences mixes of unhappy boos and ecstatic cheers.
"Ladies and gentleman," cried the ringleader triumphantly, "The Woooolverine!!"
Logan smirked to himself at the defeat, revelling into the torrent of pride and adrenaline. His torso was slightly marked by bruises, his lips coated in fresh blood, but he didn't care. The Wolverine never cared. His eyes lowered upon Hacksaw as he was carried out of the cage by two men.
The ringleader spoke into the microphone again, "A new winner, a new champion! The Wolverine has beaten Hacksaw, but does anyone dare to beat Wolverine?"
Logan's eyes ran through the tightly packed audience, smirking slyly at the man's words. Another victim for him? Wonderful.
But to his genuine surprise, and probably that of the every person there – a feminine voice spoke up clearly, "I will."
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