Sunday, December 4, 2005

The Rage Cage part 6 Announcer: Round three begins, gentlemen! In the blue corner, representing The Boiler, Mike... “The Mutilator”.... MacKenzieeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!! “Yeah!” “Alright!” “Go Mutilator!” Announcer: And in the red corner, representing the home team, Leon.... no. Wait a minute folks. There’s been a roster change. Now fighting for The Cage.... The Wiiiiiiiiild Dog!!! Ravage: (wearing nothing but black shorts, in the corridor) The what?! Derrick: Hey, I had to tell’em something. Now get out there. Ravage: Grrrr. (walks down the corridor towards the sound of the cheering throngs, as he steps into the arena the crowd hushes and falls silent at the sight of him, the crowd murmurs amongst themselves) “What the hell is that?” “I’ve never seen him before.” “That’s one hell of a costume.” An attendant opens the door to the cage and Ravage steps inside. Both opponents are in the ring, the doors are locked, and the crowd is still silent. Then a nameless spectator jumps up and screams... “GO WILD DOG!!” The crowd is rejuvinated and their thunderous cheering resumes. Announcer: Gentlemen, are you ready? FIGHT!! “Ding!” MacKenzie: (approaches Ravage) Is this all they’ve got left? Some joker in a costume? Ravage: This ain’t no costume, bub! (rushes at MacKenzie) RAAAR!! (prepares a right hook) MacKenzie: (ducks down and does a foot sweep, sending Ravage to the canvas) Ravage: Oof! MacKenzie: (grabs Ravage’s right foot and puts him into a leg lock) Ravage: Arg! (grits his teeth and pounds his fist) “Yeah Mutilator!” “C’mon Wild Dog!” MacKenzie: (sitting on Ravage with his back to him) Is that all you’ve got, pal? Ravage: GRRRRR! (reaches back with his left arm, grabs MacKenzie’s left shoulder then grabs his neck, choking him) MacKenzie: *gag, wheeze* Ravage: (starts pulling MacKenzie down so that he’s nearly horizontal, then in an amazing move, pushes with his right arm, flipping them both over so that he’s on top and MacKenzie’s face is in the canvas) (the crowd erupts) Ravage: (frees himself from the leg lock and stands up) MacKenzie: (gets up, rubbing his throat) Nice move for an ameture. Ravage: I’m full of surprises. (does a high kick right in his face) MacKenzie: Oh! Ravage: (unleashes a fury of punches and kicks) MacKenzie: (blocks or dodges most of them, then sees an opening and punches Ravage in the gut) Ravage: Ooh! (doubles over) MacKenzie: (kicks him in the head and sends him staggering back) Ravage: (steps back and regains his composure) That’s it. MacKenzie: (launches a strong punch right at his face) Ravage: (dodges it, and quickly, before it can recoil, sinks his fangs into MacKenzie’s arm) MacKenzie: AAAAAAAAHH!!! (the crowd reacts) “Holy shit!” “Did you see that?” Ravage: (grabs him by the shirt and swings him into the bars of the cage) “CLANG!” MacKenzie: (on the floor, watching the blood flow from his arm) Aah! Oh my god! (looks up at Ravage, his eyes wide with fear) Oh god, what the hell are you?! Ravage: (picks him up by the collar, smiles) You know, I never get tired of hearing that. (then holds him up high, and as if he were a football, throws him into the canvas) “SLAM!” MacKenzie: Uhhh.... (passes out) “Ding Ding Ding!” Announcer: And MacKenzie is down! Wild Dog wins! The Cage advances! (the crowd erupts) Ravage: *pant, pant* (looks around at the crowd) “Wild Dog! Wild Dog! Wild Dog! Wild Dog!” Ravage: (smiles) Yes. This is it. The adrenaline. The fear in my oponent’s eyes. The roar of a croud screaming my name. This is it. This is my destiny. (thrusts his arms up and the crowd cheers even louder) HAAROOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! later... Boss: Nice job, pal. Don’t know who you are, but you came through in the clutch. (holds out his hand) Ravage: .... (looks at his hand) ....whatever. Boss: (puts his hand down) Thanks to you we’re back on top of the game. Derrick, for once I’m surprised. Derrick: Ain’t no thang. Ravage: Yeah yeah, that’s great. I’m outta here. (turns around) Boss: Where are you goin’? Ravage: (looks back) I’d love to be a part of your little game. I really would. But I’ve got business elsewhere. Boss: No. You got business here. You got us into the finals. And you’re gonna take us all the way to the end. Ravage: ..... Heh! Don’t think so, fat-ass. (heads towards the door, but two big bodyguards block his way) *sigh* Tell Moe and Curly to get outta my way or I’ll do to them what I did to MacKenzie. Boss: Just what business does someone like you have, anyway? Ravage: (turns around) Look, I may be a monster, but I’ve got a life just like everyone else. I have a home. (turns back around) Outta my wa- “BZZZZT!” Ravage: YAA!! (falls on the floor, the two bodyguards are brandishing tasers) Boss: Not anymore, you wild dog. This is your home now.

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