Rick awoke in the locker room chained to the wall with a heavy metal chain. He attempted to look around, but his vision was blurred and continued to fail him.
Slowly he regained his vision and saw several dogs in front of him, holding Krystal in their large arms; she was unconscious with ropes tying her hands together.
"Ah, look who's finally awake!" said a brown dog. The dog then swung at Rick, hitting him in the chest.
"Let..her..go!" he struggled to say. "I don't think so I think we'll have some fun with her first!" he said laughing. He then began to fondle Krystal's chest as the other dog held her limp body.
"Let her go! You...son of a bitch!" yelled Rick. "Watch out guys, it's the angry boyfriend", said another dog as he proceeded to punched Rick in the face, making his trickling gash bleed once more. "You bitch! When I...get out of..here! You're going to pay!" yelled Rick in fury.
The brown dog then tore at Krystal's grey shirt. The anger Rick felt then reached its boiling point. Something finally snapped inside of him.
He yelled as he gritted his teeth, his eyes turning more slanted with anger. His teeth shone white and his arms started to appear larger. "What's he doing?!" asked the brown dog.
"I don't know and I don't want to find out!" said the gray bear pointing his gun at Rick.
He then shot at him but the shots ricocheted of his body, one killing one of the various dogs. The chains that held Rick into the wall then pulled from the wall with a large concrete slab attached to both ends, releasing a crazed animal.
Ricks eyes were like cat eyes in appearance but larger and darker. His muscles were larger, his face with pure anger. The gray dog stared in amazement.
"You first" he said through his gritted teeth, pointing at the gray dog. The crazed beast then began to swing the concrete slabs at his defenseless victims. Each hit killing one after the other. Rick then reached for a large pipe that hung from the weakened wall and yanked it with all his might. He turned to face one of the dogs who ran to the door and threw the pipe like a javelin, piercing his heart and sticking him into the concrete wall in front of him.
The brown dog then threw Krystal at Rick. He caught her and laid her down gently on the floor. The dog then ran at him with a rock that lay on the floor and smashed it with all his strength on the silver wolf's head.
Rick just stood up and picked up the dog like a small defenseless puppy and threw him at the already weakened wall and plowed right through it like a wrecking ball. At that moment, in came the bulldog. "What the hell is going on in here?!"
He saw Rick and the dead dogs. He tried to turn and run when the door closed on him. He stared in horror as Rick started to approach him, dragging the two slabs of concrete along the rubble covered floor. "Please don't kill me!" cried the bulldog as he pounded on the door trying to get out, yelling for help. Rick then neared the cowering bulldog and gave a blood curling howl. The room then began to quake and crumble.
Rick had unknowingly knocked over the support beams to the structure and beneath in the basement, the boiler reached it maximum pressure from having an exhaust pipe pinched shut.
The creature then ran back towards Krystal and shielded her from the falling debris and explosion of the boiler. Most people evacuated the arena due to the alarms sensing the fire and smoke inside of the arena. This alarm contacted the Militaria, the law enforcement of the city.
As the arena exploded, a small silver figure emerged from the rubble, holding something in its arms. Rick then felt weak and fell to the ground; landing on a piece of concrete rebar, piercing his arm. Rick had somehow returned to his old smaller body.
He yelled in pain as he pulled his arm off the rebar. He had to get Krystal way from the rubble and fires around the site. Thunder and rain filled the sky as it slowly began fall heavily and rapidly.
Rick then lifted her on to his shoulder and walked as fast as he could into an alley to avoid detection. As he walked away, ambulances and police flooded the streets in search for casualties and injured bystanders.
He then noticed that he was being followed by the same orange fox that he had seen earlier along with the rest of his presumed friends. They ran at him with weapons drawn. "Put her down!" yelled the fox.
Rick was still blocks away from them so he put her down gently and sprinted into the darkness away from the group, holding his bleeding arm as he ran through the cold rain down many dark alleys and backstreets; losing sight of his pursuers. He was wet, cold, and every part of him in pain.
He was tired and weary, but managed to throw himself inside a cardboard box that provided some protection from the cold rain. He then took the time to look back at what just had happened.
He took his shirt off and ripped it in long strips. He then tied it around his bleeding arm. He gritted his teeth as he tightened the shirt around the wound. He could hear in that far distance the cries of ambulances and police as they searched for the one responsible for the destruction of the arena.
He breathed hard and every breath a painful one. He then closed his eyes. He saw the blue vixen in his mind. After what he had been through that night, he was thankful to be resting, alive.
He then fell asleep for the worst night of his life. He slept in pain, without a shirt in the cold raining nigh. Alone as always, cold as well; it was something he had grown accustomed to.