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Chapter 13: Secret Weapon
The SSX crew, or what was left of it, sat sleepily in the chalet at the base of peak one as Rahzell walked in, followed by Atomika. Rahzell held a form in his hand and slammed it down on a coffee table that the couches circled.
"Well gang, Mr. Banks, in all his wisdom, has finally realized that this feud with XCL is getting out of hand and has declared in two weeks we're going to war." The drowsy boarders tried to listen closely. Psymon gave Sarah a gentle elbow in the side to wake her up. "In two weeks we're going on pay per view." A murmur came from the boarders, they had never even thought about SSX doing a pay per view event. "And at that event, we're going head to head with XCL, and the final match is a three on three race, XCL verses SSX, winner take all." Eddie raised his hand.
"Sir? Winner take all?" Rahzell nodded with concern.
"The winner gets all the marbles, the loser gets put out of business." Nate leaned forward.
"That's bullshit."
"Mr. Logan." Rahzell started. "On the level, I agree with you, but instead of cursing and complaining I want you people training your asses off." The entire roster now paid close attention. "We've had a hell of a run over the years, and damn it people I will not let what we've created be killed by these… people." There was a determined silence in the chalet. "I've already decided on who will represent us in the deciding race." Rahzell looked down at Psymon. "Mr. Morgan, you'll be leading our charge." he walked over to Nate and placed his hand on the big man's shoulder. "Nate, you're going to be watching his back at all costs, am I clear?" Nate nodded with a grim scowl on his face. "Kaori was to be our third choice, but we'll need her in our women's division race. Marisol and Allegra are both too roughed up to compete yet, so I will need time to make my final decision on who will race with you two." The crew all nodded. "Eddie and Kaori, both the men's and women's divisions are going to be having a 'protection' race. The winner of those races can not be released if their team goes under. This is your chance to keep your careers alive in case we do lose." Eddie and Kaori both nodded and mouthed their thanks to Rahzell.

Psymon and Nate sat quietly at the Silver Tap that evening. They looked around themselves and just tried to ease their minds about the pressure now on them. If they lost in two weeks time, they, and many others, would be out of a job.
"Ya know." Nate started as he stirred his rye and coke. "Last time we were here, we were being arrested." Psymon chuckled as he remembered the night they jumped Jurgan and his boys outside that club.
"Why'd ya bring that up?" Psymon asked as he stared down into his beer.
"'Cuz it may be time to happen again." Psymon looked over his shoulder as Jurgan, Marty, Tom and T-Mo walked towards them.
"Oh for the love of…" Psymon grumbled, turning his back to them.
"So, drowning your sorrows already are we?" Jurgan said dryly as his boys cackled behind him. "I'm talking to you." Jurgan mentioned, Psymon motioned for Nate to ignore him. Jurgan grabbed Nate's arm and turned him to face him.
"Stop it Jurgan!" Moby appeared out of nowhere. "Just drop it! I can't afford to have you morons getting your asses kicked again with this race coming up." Jurgan looked down at Moby and sneered.
"I just wanted to soften them up." Jurgan snarled, Moby showed no intimidation.
"You race for me, and I'm telling you no." Jurgan nodded, then dropped Moby with a right fist. Nate and Psymon both looked down in a momentary stunned silence as they tried to believe what they just saw. Nate and Psymon immediately left their seats and the four on two fight began. Nate smashed Psymon's beer bottle on the side of Jurgan's head, staggering the big man. Psymon dropped Marty and Tom with a punch each, then turned his focus on T-Mo. He grabbed the smaller man by the sleeves and threw him into a large speaker that sat on the outskirts of the dance floor. T-Mo tried to stagger away but Psymon followed him. Nate turned his attention to Marty and Tom as they tried to get on their feet. Jurgan punched Nate in the back of the head and the fight moved to the dance floor with Psymon and T-Mo. The numbers were in favour of XCL and it wasn't long before Nate was on the ground and Psymon was seated on the floor with his back against a large speaker, both men being kicked and stomped. Psymon looked up to see Jurgan get pulled back as Moby jumped on his back and pulled him away. Moby brought his knee up into Jurgan's gut, winding him. Jurgan pushed Moby away and then bent forward slightly to nurse his gut. Psymon pushed himself to his feet and took a few running steps towards Jurgan and brought up his leg in a perfect fieldgoal kick into Jurgan's face. The club-goers were now heavily into the fight and egged the combatants on. Moby and Psymon exchanged a quick look, then got the other three men off Nate. Once Nate was back to his feet the tide turned quickly. Moby jumped up onto the DJ's booth and ripped the microphone from its stand. He disconnected the cable and discarded the mic. He then coiled the cable a few times and whipped at the XCL boarders, catching Tom in the mouth. Nate noticed Jurgan slowly rising back to his feet and imitated Psymon's kick from earlier, actually kicking the larger man several inches. T-Mo and Marty took off running, and the trio allowed Tom to follow. Jurgan got to his feet and took off after his friends, leaving the SSX boarders and Moby standing tall. The club-goers cheered heartily for the impressive brawl they just witnessed. Moby dropped the cable and nodded to Nate and Psymon. "Thanks, mates." Moby spat out a small wad of blood. The lights of cop cars appeared through the windows. Moby tugged both men's sleeves. "I think we better make ourselves scarce, like now."

Once Nate had hopped the fence he tried to catch up with Moby and Psymon, who still sprinted through the alleys. They emerged out the other end and quickly went into a casual walk, trying not to breathe too heavily."Well that was exciting." Psymon said softly, Moby smirked.
"Just like old times." Psymon looked at him. "With Stark, I mean." Psymon nodded. Nate caught up with them and tried to look casual, he was too winded to speak and walk calmly at the same time. "So… I guess I've lost my league." Moby said with a sound of remorse. Psymon and Nate both said nothing. "I want those bastards to pay for their lack of gratitude." Still neither man spoke. "I'm going to talk to Rahzell tomorrow, I want back in." Nate stopped, Psymon did so also.
"You think Rahzell's gonna welcome you back after you turned your back on us AND put us through all this? You're crazy." Moby turned around and nodded to Nate.
"I don't blame you all for not trusting me, but I'm going to offer my services anyways. I Rahzell won't take me back, then I only 'ave myself to blame now, don't I?" He turned and kept walking, Psymon and Nat eyed each other suspiciously.

"That will make the ratings go even higher than we anticipated!" John Banks said to Rahzell with excitement, Moby sat at the table with them. "Think of it, Rahzell. SSX verses XCL, and the FOUNDER of XCL defecting to SSX, you can't buy that kind of publicity! I can see it now, what a headline, 'The Return of the SSX Misfits!'... do you feel that?.. That's electricity in the air gentlemen." Rahzell eyed Moby, then looked back at Banks."Mr. Bank in all due respect, I don't trust this man in the least, and you can not expect me to allow him to represent my team in the deciding race of all races." Banks leaned back in his chair.
"Rahzell, I've already made it so, Moby is getting Nate's spot." Rahzell went to protest. "At Jurgan's request, I'm making a grudge race, Jurgan verses Nate, rulebook's out the window." Rahzell sat in a quiet anger. "That way we'll finally settle this rivalry those two have had brewing for months now, and not to mention those two will go to any lengths to take the other one out, it will make great television."
"But sir-"
"But nothing Rahzell, I'm putting my foot down. Moby will be Psymon's partner, just hurry up and get that third before I decide for you." Banks got up and left. Rahzell and Moby sat in silence for several seconds, then Rahzell leaned forward.
"I don't like you." he started, Moby removed his sunglasses to give an unamused face. "I don't trust you, I don't believe you and I sure as hell don't want you racing for my team." Moby smirked.
"You're out of luck, mate. Banks has made it so." Rahzell nodded.
"That may be, but if you even THINK about screwing me, I swear Moby it will be the biggest mistake you ever make." Moby stood up and moved himself over Rahzell. Rahzell now stood and removed his jacket and unbuttoned his shirt. Moby looked down, never realizing before that Rahzell was completely and totally ripped. "Mr. Jones, I wouldn't be able to keep some of the most out of control athletes in the world in line if I didn't have what it took to do it." Moby nodded and put his sunglasses back on and left the office. Rahzell put his shirt back on over his undershirt and buttoned it back up. "Punk." Rahzell's cell phone rang. "Hello?"
"Rahzell." Atomika greeted. "You're 'appointment' just pulled into the driveway."

She killed the volume of her sound system as she turned the car off. She stepped into the snow and made her way to Rahzell's office. A quartet of male XCL teens stared at her as she walked by them. She paused and looked at them with no hint of impression."What?" she said coldly, the four men quickly made their way towards the road and let her by. She walked into the office and kicked the snow off her sneakers. She stopped in the front hall and looked at two signs with arrows, one pointing to the SSX office, the other pointing at the XCL office. She looked down from the signs and made her way to the hall. A pair of large men were hanging out in the hall, they were not familiar to her so she assumed they were XCL boarders. They noticed her and moved themselves so that their conversation took up the hallway. She continued to walk straight down the hallway. The man that stood in her way looked at her in the corner of his eye, wondering why she wasn't moving to the side to go around him. As she got close enough that her next step would have made her collide with him, he turned and looked down at her; the other man came beside him, both men staring down at her.
"Where are you heading, little girl?" She looked up at them with a blistering stare, showing both larger men she was not in the least bit intimidated by them. After several seconds of staring down, the men moved to the side and let her by. "Feisty, I like that." the man called to her. She turned around to look back at them and her stare made them look away. She continued to Rahzell's office and let herself in. She sat across from Rahzell and leaned back in her chair.
"Saw you in the security camera, quite a scowl you've got on you." He smirked as he spoke to her. Zoe snapped her gum and raised an eyebrow, also giving a fiendish smirk.
"Got a reputation to protect, and I'll be damned if these idiots think married life has made me soft." Rahzell nodded.
"Sorry about you and Brody." Zoe's face grew more serious.
"Forget about it, now you said this was important." Rahzell nodded.
"Alright then, we'll get straight down to business. I'm sure you've heard about the pay per view those morons at the WSA are organizing." Zoe nodded. "The last race of the event is for all the marbles, loser goes out of business. Originally Psymon and Nate needed a team mate, that's changed slightly now." Zoe snapped her gum and waited for Rahzell to continue. "Nate's in another race… and John Banks has put Psymon and Moby together." Zoe's eyes grew.
"That's not right." Rahzell nodded.
"Don't get me started, anyways. I want you to be the third in that race." Zoe sat up straight in her chair.
"Why? Don't you have anyone else?"
"Sadly no, and we need to have a female in that race who I know isn't too scared to take out Elise if need be." Zoe nodded and smirked to herself in content. "And plus, Psymon's been worried to hell about you, this will help him focus on this race, I can't afford to have his head not in this race." Zoe stopped nodding. She intended on seeing Psymon right away after this meeting, but she wasn't aware he was that concerned about her. "He says he tries to call you but that your phone's disconnected, and that Brody never returns his cell calls." Zoe sighed and felt a bit guilty. "So can we count on you?" Zoe nodded and stood.
"Rahzell, you know I'm SSX through and through." They shook hands and Rahzell smiled ear to ear.
"Excellent, now, go see your brother. He could use something good happening."

Zoe's back! Oh come on you all saw it coming.What's gonna happen? Is SSX going to go around full circle now that the Misfits are re-united, or is the SSX crew wise not to trust Moby? You know you wanna keep reading.