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11-30-2010, 09:48 PM | #21 |
Cobra's #1 Killer
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Must.....read.....more!!!!!!
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12-01-2010, 01:04 AM | #22 |
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What's next, what's next?!
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12-02-2010, 02:57 AM | #23 |
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Good stuff so far, PV. Can't wait to read more!
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12-03-2010, 12:14 AM | #24 |
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Thanks guys! I PROMISE more will be up this weekend...busy week!
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12-04-2010, 12:55 AM | #25 |
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"Stay Princess, staaaaay. Good girl"
I spun around to grab Zanzibar's dagger and in one fluid tumble got to my ass. Above me was a dude who looked like a cross between a Luchador and someone Batman would fight. He held the whip that was about to be cut away from my ankles. I kept my eyes straight ahead and leaned forward... "Ahhh!! Holy Shit!!" The laughing from my soon to be bretheren was uncontrollable and I was frozen stiff, scared shitless and..and... "She won't bit unless I tell 'er to!...don't be a pussy! Cut the damn line and stand up!" About 2 feet to the left of him was the biggest Goddamned gator I had ever seen in my life. It stared right at me. Directly. It's mouth...uhhh.."her" mouth was 1/4 of the way open. I was still frozen. "Gonna be a man or lay there like a slack jawed faggot?" "I'm good" Ah!!! Hahahahahahaha!!" "He said I'm good!! Whhhooooo hooo!!...Hahahaha A 6ft super villian with a 8 ft gator next to him while I'm tied up and my "family" is laughing at me. Good stuff. "Strike one! Princess? Advance!" She took a few steps towards me. I felt like passing out when I saw her massive head getting closer, her claws almost looked fake as they took the rest of her gliding across that burnt grass. Then she stopped and never moved her jaws from where they were. I frantically cut the whip and backed myself up. The dude holding it just threw his end on the ground. I backed up to about the fence post and got to my feet, just staring down at the beast that was staring up at me. Still the dagger in my trembling hands, I'm not gonna lie this is fucking scary. "Princess? Advance hard!" The gator was comming at me fast and when I started to turn and walk around the outskirts of the circle she held her same pace. "What the fuck! Call it off!!..I'm not fuckin around!!" More howls and laughter. I held the dagger out as if it would do anything to this damn thing. "Not an it, she..is a her and she's my best breeder and most well behaved, if I brought a different one here, you'd be dead already" "O-ok, well what's the drill here!? She's just gonna friggin follow me??" "Princess! Halt!" The guy in the mask wasn't kidding when he said well behaved. She followed his every command and acted just like a well trained dog. Now he approached, but I didn't take my eyes off Princess. She was about 2 feet away. He stepped over her and stood over her head. "Good you're not running away...he's keepin' his composure Wrench, he'll be alright" "You're the expert on this Croc Master, do ya think he can be Dreadnok tough even in the face of a beast like that?" Monkeywrench kept his distance, but yelled back to Croc Master. Now I was using context clues...this was a drill to see if I could keep my composure against something.."different". I kept my head down staring at her while they shit talked back and forth, just as I raised my head up...SLAP! He open palm slapped me across the face with his left. I kept staring down at Princess...SLAP! Now he did the same with his right hand across my face. "C'mon, think you can fight back with her there? C'mon..try, try it for me..try" I stood there and stared at him, my eyes wide open and my heart racing. I don't know what to do. "Princess? Back!" I felt her slide on the inside of my leg and watched from over his shoulder as she casually made her way across the burnt grass. "I don't need her anyway, I am her" "Yeah, you're a fucking girl alright!" I threw a knee into his groin and it backed him up, now we were in the center of the grass and the cheering started up again. He moved like a wrestler, keeping his arms out, his head up and his upper body low, we circled each other. "Come now, quite dancing and fight!!" I watched for the gator and that was my mistake. The second I took my eyes off of him he lunged forward and wrapped his arms around me. We were down on the ground in no time. "Death roll!!!" This freak was right, he actually fights like a gator! We take to the ground and whether he knows it or not, he's pretty proficient at Jiu Jitsu...I tumble with him awhile and give the crowd their money's worth. I broke his guard and get back to my feet. He tries to jab and succeds, lands one on my nose. "Haha..I got more for ya too.." "Oh yeah? How about when I'm done with you I treat myself to some gator tail and new luggage?" "Why you sonuvabitch!" Anger will make you do stupid shit. He lunged in and I took my chance, a quick left jab followed by a right cross-WHAM! WHAM!! His arms flailed back in circular motions as he trotted backwards across the burnt grass. I stood my ground. Then he stopped, adjusted his mask and walked to the center of grass. "Wrench?" Monkeywrench just nodded in approval. "Princess? Come!" I looked at Monkeywrench, then Croc Master who seemed to have shaken off my little combo like it was nothing. I wonder...did I hurt him? Or was this whole round just a sham? He came close to me with Princess at his side and spoke to me in a very personal tone. Still gravel throated, but almost easy and quiet. "You..you're good. A skilled fighter with an animal can make mince meat of the best of em. Don't hesitate and run backwards next time. Hold your ground or make an exit, understand?" "I don't know" Now his voice got a little louder, like he was almost annoyed. "Mutt and Junk? Law and Order? Hell, Spearhead and Max...you could tangle with all of em, and trust me, they're gonna come at you as a team. They'll have your number...we got theirs." He squatted down and petted Princess on the head, speaking to her in tones that you would to a dog. Like I would to Fixer...quite, low, and with approval. "Whose a good girl? Whose a good Princess?" I stood there catching my breathe taking it all in, then the Nok called Gnawgyhyde walked around almost to the fight area. "Dats a nice trophy and some good meat there ya got Crocs" "Oh yeah? Keep talking asshole, my pup hasn't had scumbag in a long time, too long" Gnawgyhyde's face changed from confident to fearful and he got lost behind the other Noks again. Croc Master hooked up his leash to her collar and walked away. I stood in the center of the fight area, surving another round and waiting for my next. Last edited by PitViper; 12-05-2010 at 06:19 PM.. |
12-04-2010, 05:52 AM | #26 |
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excellent
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12-05-2010, 01:03 PM | #27 |
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"Come on now, nuff pussy footin' lets get it goin'"
I hear Ripper from the sidelines and the rest of them are growing a bit restless as well. Me? Well that last round was almost surreal. I'm tired. My body hurts, I just had a conversation with a guy who trains and talks to Aligators and now...now it's starting to rain. I control my breathing and look up at the now gray sky with tinted green. The thunder comes rolling in and with it a breeze. Feels good. The light raindrops feel good too. Monkeywrench makes his way to the front of my area.."Ok and now we got...." I hear it, sounds like a monster truck pulling 1st gear. Vrrooom...VRRRROOOOOOO...VRRRRROOOOOOOOM!!!! What the fuck is that?! Trans-Am from Hell!. I hear Buzzer talking in a disgusted and somewhat concerned voice to his mates... "An dats why this kid could fuck up a wet dream! He don't listin and he don't care" A huge hulking machine in the distance that looks like something from out of Mad Max drives through swamp water up to the top of it's tires, makes its way out onto the main drag and heads for our area. No one seems to be suprised and at this point I've learned to expect anything. It's getting closer, the off road lights shine through the gray and rain. Roaring, slipping sideways and finally braking, it slides to the burnt part of the grass and kills the engine. Now it's raining harder. I give a quick look to the fence, Zarana and Zanya are gone. A younger one climbs out of the "car" then leans back in and pulls out what looks like a lacrosse stick from Star Wars. His look fits the ride. Jet black hair with a green streak, spiked and armored gear and an attitude I can see from a a mile away. He walks with a full of himself swagger and gets in arms length. "I'm Thrasher, thats the Thunder Machine and you're dead!" "Let's make it quick junior, I've been at this for too long now" "Oh I'll make it quick!" He swings the stick like a baseball bat for my head and I duck and lunge in, I take him down quickly. He's strong I'll give him that, I have a hard time setting him up for some ground and pound. I hear the clapping and cheering from my mates grow stronger. The ground is wet, elbows get smashed into faces, grunts, blood, sweat. The smell of lingering exhaust from the kid's ride in the thick swamp air...and now heavy rain. This kid is good, I keep setting up for knee on belly, ready to hammerfist and he just keeps kicking and swinging. I don't think I landed a clean one yet. "Dude you're fuckin weak! I trained with Zartan motherfucker!" "Good, now how's about staying still so I can knock you out??" "Ahhhhh..AHHHHHHHHHHHH I CAN'T WAIT ANYMORE!! DEAD! DEAD! DEAD!!!" I feel a hand on my back and the next thing you know I go sliding across the slick burnt grass and land up against the car. What the fuck. I wipe the sweat, rain and blood from my eyes and...and that must be Road Pig. "Awww wat da fuck mate! You was supposed to wait till Thrasha was done ya dope!" "Nah it's alright Buzz, let em go. Now we see for certain." Monkeywrench watching intently, soaked along side the core group at this point. Big dude, bigger than me with a white crew cut and a blood red line around his head. Spiked black football shoulder pads and what looks like a cynder block on a bat...and he's fucking furious. "Hey asshole! I had this thing covered!" "Shaddap kid!..He's mine now!" "You mean ours" "No I mean if you want ta be next, stay right here...you walk your ass behind that fence!!" Just Road Pig and me, looks like thats it for Thrasher. He holds his arms out and roars at me...I can't fucking belive this, you arent gonna make it this easy are you? Yup, he starts running in my direction and I get to my feet, he brings his weapon down over his head and tries to smash me "Ahhhh AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" BANG!!! I ducked to the side and he got a nice piece of the Thunder Machines hood. I can hear Thrasher in the distance "You're paying for that you fucking douchebag!!" He's strong but slow, I work his midsection and try boxing him, his ribs arent as fragile as Zanzibar's. "Nice try punk" He drops the bat and grabs me by my hair. I didn't expect hair pulling and I didn't expect him to drop an over head fist down on my back. WWE style...I dropped right to the ground. I'm starting to drift...exhaustion is setting in, can't show it. He picks me up by my shirt and cocks back to throw a punch as I just stood there weary. Here it comes. Time it...time it. Swing and a miss! BANG! "OOWWWWWW!!! FUCK!" He threw that right to KO me, I duck and that type writer sized fist of his went right into the top roll bar of the Thunder Machine. I'm not taking him to the ground yet. I swift kick to the nuts, followed by another, and another and we're back in the center of the ring. He's feeling those. I keep my guard up and muster up the last energy I have. The pouring rain is keeping me cool and the applause from the Dreadnoks is like fuel. Road Pig is having a hard time breathing and his hand looks like ground beef. "I-I sw-swear to G-G-God I'm gonna fucking k-kill you" "Gotta think if it didn't happen yet, it aint happening today...hope we can be friends after this" I keep my left hand up to guard my head and take chances getting inside and throwing uppercuts to his jaw. I land 2 that cock his head back and follow with a left cross. He backs up about 5 feet and I follow. I'm sure he broke his hand and the pain is killing him. He swats slow and clumsy with his good hand and I back up. His face is streaking blood and rain. "Come on, I can do this" Road Pig trying to convince himself, usually a bad sign. "No shame in it brother..." "I ain't your brother" We keep our distances and stances. "Not yet, but soon" He pops his neck and attempts to come in, just then I hear it. We all hear it. The unmistakable sound of a jet engine over head and it's low. "Time!" Monkeywrench calls out and we all look up at the sky. Can't see much excpet the blinking white and red lights through the clouds. It's overhead, it may have hovered or went by very slow, now it's passing again. "Those bloody cocksuckers." "That who I think Wrench?" "Yep Torch, probably" Under his breathe with his head still to the sky he mumbles "Those mother whoring wanker cocksuckers" "Should we shoot at it!?" "No Ripper! We aint doin nothing and neither are they, takin pictures or something, being nosey cuz they ain't got shit else to do" Monkeywrench flips it the bird and spits. I can hear it pick up speed and take off, the sound of the turbines crack the sky. "What was that?" "Guessin' it was a Sky Hawk, Fixer" "Sky Hawk as in the crazy shit G.I.JOE has?" "I toldja we take work for Cobra right? Damn right it's G.I.JOE. They aint got nuthin better ta do then recon. Take pictures and bust our balls. They're lettin us know, we know, they're watchin. And they can go fuck 'emselves cuz they ain't bested us in a loooong time" I could see the sincere hatred for whatever that was in the sky through all of their faces. "Fights over, you won. Let's get cleaned up, get some beers and burgers and set you up. We still got War Mongers to take care of...good job Fixer, we're proud of you." It was just him and I next to the Thunder Machine in the rain. Everyone else left. I stood in front of him with a feeling of accomplishment. I knew I had everyones approval and for the first time in years and years, I liked that. "One last thing Wrench" "What's that mate" "Can we do the War Mongers thing after I take a fuckin nap?" "Heheh--yeah mate, you deserve that much" I got a pat on the back and stiff upper lipped smile "Get in, we'll take the kids car back to shop" I hopped in and he hit the ignition. It felt good to sit and relax as we idled down the dirt road in the middle of a swamp. Pulling up to the garage they were all there. A grill under the awning, 2 kegs and every member of the team I had just met was in the garage bay keeping dry and enjoying themselves. I opened the passenger door and swung both legs out. Before I could even get inside the clapping, whistling and cheering was overwhelming,It stopped me in my tracks. "Da newest member of the Dreadnoks!! FIXER!!!" Buzzer ran outside and gave me a shake, pulling me in to a hug...I got shakes, hugs, fist bumps and Zanya held out a plate with a burger and potatoe salad on it, handed me a beer and walked away. "Sit down mate! Relax the hard parts over! You're a Dreadnok now!" Last edited by PitViper; 12-05-2010 at 06:35 PM.. |
12-06-2010, 09:23 AM | #28 |
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just keeps getting better
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12-06-2010, 08:51 PM | #29 |
Cobra's #1 Killer
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can't wait till the next chapter,this is some of the best stuff i've read in a long time.
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12-06-2010, 11:17 PM | #30 |
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