Chapter 2: Someone Gets Hurt
Monday: 7 pm New York, NY. A man sits quietly in a locker room. He holds a belt: a WWE championship belt. He looks around, then sighs calmly. His partner said he was busy for the next week, so he wouldn't be here. He understood, but was kind of upset that he wasn't there, for he had a big match and needed the support.
"Might as well get ready" Mikel sighed as his cue was about to come on.
He put on his gloves, put on his hat, then left the room, unaware of what was to happen when he was in the ring...
Mikel walked to the ring in his usual form: calm but with willed determination. He entered the ring and did the usual things: get on the turnbuckles, play to the crowd, etc. This was a non-title match, but he treated as if it was for his own life. Then, his opponent came to the ring…
As he came in, he looked familiar to Mikel. "Too familiar." Mikel thought as he walked to the ring. Then his realization came to mind: this was Jake's biggest enemy, the Dark Dragon. A look of shock and surprise was on him as he looked at his opponent. He was black, with red shot eyes, but was hidden by his robe.
"You can hide your face, but you are not beating me." Mikel exclaimed as the bell rang. He was wrong: big time wrong.
In two minutes, Mikel was slammed, beaten to a pulp, then landed on by a splash pin. As the bell rang signaling the match to be over, Mikel was in pain from his ribs and his back. The pain from the blows had added up to the back and his ribs.
"I want your friend next week, so be sure to get him for me. If he dares." His opponent told Mikel as he was helped off the ring by officials- he needed all the help he could get.
"I'll get him. He wont get away with it that easily" Mikel thought as he left the arena in a ambulance. All he would need to do is wait and see what happens.
Crazy, isn't it? See what happens in chapter 3.