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Chapter 4: Game On
The three men walked down the sidewalk along the main drag in Merqury city. They walked with a purpose towards The Silver Tap, a bar often frequented by XCL boarders. The men stopped at the door and looked at the bouncer. Mac walked forward and looked at the bouncer.
"Excuse me, is Jurgan from the XCL in there?" The bouncer gave him a questioning look, then finally nodded. "Good, tell him I got something for him, and to meet me in the alley." The three men walked towards the alley behind the bar, Nate and Psymon stared down the bouncer, playing up the part of bodyguards.
"Okay, now we just have to wait." Psymon spoke calmly as he leaned against the brick wall. "If Jurgan's still pumping drugs into his system, he'll think there's a dealer waiting for him back here." Nate cracked his knuckles.
"I don't care, as long as I get first crack at him." The moments passed, then Jurgan rounded the corner with a trio of XCL boarders.
"The hell is this?" Jurgan asked as soon as he recognized Mac and Psymon. Nate grabbed the large man and muscled him to the ground. Mac and Psymon jumped the other three. Marty, the former SSX boarder, was disposed of quickly by Mac and the odds were evened up. The other boarders were a pair of XCL rookies named Stan and T-Mo. Psymon pummeled Stan to the ground with stiff punches, and within seconds he was rolled up on the ground with his hands over his head. T-Mo pulled out a blade and swung it at Mac.
"Oh damn! Psymon a little help man this guy ain't playing!" Mac yelped, jumping back from the knife. Nate slammed Jurgan off a wall and then forced him headfirst into a dumpster.
"Big man eh? Beating down a kid? How do you like it, big man?" Nate lifted a knee into Jurgan's chest and beat him down with a clubbing arm. Psymon now was on T-Mo, fighting the knife away from him. Mac went to keep Stan restrained, but the fallen XCL boarder had grabbed a trashcan lid and brought it up into Mac's gut. Stan then smashed Psymon in the back of the head with the lid, knocking him down, clutching his head. Jurgan's boys ran to him and started working on Nate, punching him to the ground then putting the boots to him. Mac grabbed a board from a broken skid and ran to help his ally. Jurgan stuck out his fist and drilled Mac with a hard punch. Mac fell back and dropped the board. The three men quickly picked him up and threw him into the dumpster, but they held his legs out.
"Quick!" Jurgan shouted through a broken nose. He held Mac's legs as Mac from the knees up was in the steel dumpster. Stan and T-Mo both reached up and grabbed the steel lid of the dumpster and pulled it down as hard as they could. The steel on steel crashed loudly, followed by Mac screaming and thrashing in pain. Psymon got back to his feet and jumped on top of Jurgan, the other two clubbed at his back. Psymon's hand squeezed Jurgan's throat from behind with a firm grip. Jurgan coughed and fell to his knees. Psymon released him and kicked him in the back of the head, crumpling him to the ground. Psymon now turned his attention to the other two. He landed a punch in T-Mo's face, but Stan scored with a punch in the stomach. Nate pulled himself up and yanked Stan from Psymon. He threw the smaller man down and began to stomp on him repeatedly.
"Police! Nobody move!" a voice shouted into the alley as the spotlight on the squad car illuminated the alley. Psymon and Nate both looked up from their fallen enemies and into the bring light. Nate went to run but Psymon grabbed his arm.
"Don't, it's better we don't run." Police officers came into the alley with handguns up.
"Put your hands up where we can see them." Psymon and Nate both raised their hands, and seconds later were handcuffed in the back of a cop car.

Rahzell paced in front of Psymon and Nate, who both stood in his office silently.
"Well, I hope you two are happy." Rahzell began. "Mac has two broken legs and will be out for the rest of the season, Moby is suing us for the damages to HIS competitors and their hospital bills, and your bails are coming out of YOUR paycheques." Both men nodded without saying anything. "What the hell were you two trying to prove? You couldn't just let this stay a rivalry of athletes, you had to make it personal."
"Sir, they attacked Griff first-"
"Mr. Logan you will not speak until I'm done being pissed off at you." Rahzell said to Nate. Nate apologized. "SSX is losing enough talent as it is, and now one of our best men is on the shelf, not to mention the lawsuit money I have to give Moby will let him snatch up some new talent." Both men stared forward, Nate was sporting a dark black eye and Psymon's eyes were glazed over from his concussion. "Do you two know why I'm not firing you?" Both men said nothing. "Because I can't afford to lose any more names. You two chose a damn good time to get into trouble, I can't even afford to suspend you. But if I so much as hear you THINKING of a stunt like this again, I will release both of you without a second thought, clear?" Both men nodded. "Now get the hell out of my office." Both men walked out of the office and said nothing as they walked to the elevator. The silence continued as the floors counted down. Nate finally spoke up.
"Figures the cops showed up once WE had THEM all down." Psymon didn't say anything. There were a few more seconds of silence. "I'll say honestly though, it felt damn good kicking Jurgan's ass." Now Psymon smirked and nodded.

"What were you thinking?" Allegra shouted at Nate, who sat back with an icepack on his eye."Babe, please, I've already gotten this from Rahzell." Allegra paced.
"What if that were you that got their legs broken?" Allegra now said with a quiver in her voice.
"I wish it was, Mac shouldn't have to pay for my mistake." Allegra sighed and crashed in the couch next to him. She gave him a cold shoulder for a few moments, then looked at him.
"Besides your eye, you're not hurt are you?" Nate shook his head slowly.
"Just a few bangs and cuts. I'm fine, just sore." Allegra cuddled up to him.
"I was worried, you know." she said with a concerned voice, Nate nodded.
"I'm sorry." They stayed quiet for a few more minutes.
"So… I did hear that you guys really kicked their asses though." Nate chuckled and nodded. "Well, with the exception of Mac of course."
"Nah, he held his own for a bit. He's not a scrapper anyways." Allegra nodded.
"Well, Griff will appreciate what you guys did for him."

Psymon staggered into his lodge, rubbing his head. His head was aching terribly and his eyes had trouble focusing. His brain had been throbbing from the second that trashcan lid hit him in the head. A gentle ringing buzzed in his ears, but he managed to ignore it. He hobbled to his couch and pushed the button on his answering machine."Message one: Psymon, it's me. I heard on the news last night that you and the guys got into a fight. Are you okay? What were you thinking going after Jurgan? That guy's an animal. Look, call my cell as soon as you get this, I'm worried about you. I love you."
"I'm fine Zoe." Psymon mumbled into the cushions of the couch.
"Message two: Psymon, it's Kaori. You guys picked a fight with Jurgan and his crew! Do you have any idea what this will do to SSX?.. Look, call me later, I hope you're alright.
Message three: Psy, it's me, Griff. Look man, Allegra told me what you guys did for me and, well, I just wanna say thanks. I don't thank you guys enough these days, so, thanks. Do you know when Mac will be getting out of the hospital? K, well, I should go I guess, hope you're not too banged up.
End of messages." Psymon reached for the phone and dialed Zoe's cell number.
"Psymon?" the voice answered on the first ring.
"Yeah."
"Oh my God I was so worried. Are you hurt? What happened? You're okay right?-"
"I'm fine I'm just a little dinged up, don't worry about me." Zoe sighed loudly.
"This from the guy who worried about me all my life." Psymon laughed lightly. "I'm glad I still make you laugh." Psymon closed his eyes as they spoke.
"You do more than that." Zoe was quiet. "I'm fine, honest." Zoe still was quiet for a few seconds.
"I want a full injury list, right now." Psymon sighed. "Now, Psymon."
"It's nothing, just a few bumps and bruises… and a concussion." Psymon mumbled the last part.
"A concussion! What the hell happened!" Psymon sighed.
"I knew you were going to get pissed off at me."
"I'm not pissed off at you I'm SCARED for you, what happened?"
"… I got hit in the back of the head with a trashcan lid." Zoe was silent. "It's okay to laugh, it's a little funny." Zoe chuckled a bit.
"Well that doesn't mean you're in the clear." Psymon sighed, his head was spinning, but he kept his eyes closed anyways.
"I love you, Zoe." Psymon said plainly. Zoe stuttered.
"What brought that on?"
"I've missed being able to tell you that whenever I wanted." Zoe sighed.
"I love you to, you know that."
"I know." The line was silent again. "You alright? Brody still borderline vegetable?" Zoe snickered.
"Way to change the topic." Psymon smirked and stayed silent. "We're cool." Psymon smiled and nodded. "Psymon? Do you think we moved too fast?" He sighed and rubbed his head.
"That's not my place to say, how do you feel?" Psymon could literally hear Zoe shrug.
"I don't know… I guess so, I don't know."
"It's been nearly a year, how long have you been thinking you rushed it?"
"I don't know… all along I guess? I'm just not sure how we click in the long run, he's so calm and cool and mellowed and I'm-"
"A spaz?"
"I am not a spaz!" Zoe now laughed a little.
"I know you're not, I'm teasing you."
"Psymon… you wouldn't be disappointed in me if things didn't work out with Brody, would you?" Psymon now opened his eyes and looked down at the angel tattooed on his forearm.
"Babe, nothing could ever make me disappointed in you, you know that. If things work out, I'm happy for you, but if things don't work you know there's a room here with all your crap still in it." Zoe laughed. "And on a selfish note, I've missed having you around." Zoe sniffed, Psymon could tell she was getting weepy.
"I've missed being around. Look, Brody's home, can I talk to you later?"
"Of course."
"K, thanks."
"If you need to talk at anytime don't hesitate to call, I mean it."
"I know you do."
"Love you."
"You to." Psymon hung up the phone and rubbed his head, it still throbbed and he felt dizzy. He couldn't tell anyone about this, if Rahzell knew he would be unable to compete then Rahzell would more than have grounds to fire him. He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to ignore the pain in his head.

Sort of a long chapter, I know. I always get a little overboard with the chapters in which someone gets their ass kicked. Movin' along.