In the Barroom Cafeteria, We now join Pestilence, hours after the match(clothed, no less), outside at his broken down truck. Antispawn and Barbarian are now having it out in the ring. Pestilence and Dark Dragon are now in the process of cleaning the broken glass from inside the truck. Dude.. this damn truck has seen some bad times.. but this ..THis pisses me off man... You must learn to control your temper Pest. You must learn CONTROL. The revenge you seek shall be handed out soon enough...Not damn soon enough... Im outta here...Pesti throws down his bag, shucks off his gloves, and storms back toward the arena... Someday this one shall learn patience... Somday... Pesti walks up to the front door and steps inside, Dragon grabs the door before it closes and silently slips in behind him. Pesti storms thru the doors into the still crowded arena, he walks around the outside of the arena, near the back wall, and only throws four people out of his way. A security guard walks up, only to be slammed into the wall. Pesti makes the rest of his way unscathed. He reaches the guard rail, leaps over and head up the entrance ramp... What the hell is going on.. Pestilence is still hanging around.. he just leapt the rail and went up the ramp..Im gonna find out... Dale.. Dale..Dale lifts his head off the table for a moment... Yes mom? Grimm just shakes his head as Dale flops to the table again. He walks around the ring, where Anti and Barbarian are going at it strong, and up the ramp to the back, where he meets up with Dark Dragon... You are ALWAYS around Pesti arent ya? No... Not all the time... Just when I am needed.. Like now.. We must hurry.. Evil is afoot..Dragon and Grimm step into the hallway only to see Pesti, who is flying at the moment, hit the wall with a sickening thud and collapse to the ground. Grimm rushes to his side, as Dragon steps to the door... The room inside is in total disarray. Pentagon lies in a pool of blood on the floor, while his manager's feet can be seen in the bathroom floor. A man stands in the room, holding a Barbwire wrapped Hockey stick, wearing a hockey mask, and looking as if he is ready to be head Pentagon. Dragon steps into the room, hands spread in a peacful manner.. There is much hostility here... I have no quarrel with you... If you wish to attack me, do so.. but be forewarned.. you will not be victorious. All I seek is answers...The man stands there a moment, then slowly removes his mask, revealing the nasty, burnt, scarred visage that is Triple C of the CRF. Yeah.. what kinda answers? You mind? im in the middle of doling out some vengance here...Dragon turns to look into the hallway at Pestilence... Why is my friend lying in the hallway. Why did you attack Pestilence...A look of suprise comes over Trips ugly mug... What? Pesti? Damn.. i musta been TO in character... Tell him im sorry.. and please shut the door on your way out...Trips replaces his mask, and Dragon steps into the hall, pulling the door shut. Pesti is on his knee's now, and Grimm is helping him to his feet. Pesti begins to walk back to Pentagon's door... Stop friend. Stop. The vengance you seek is being dealt out by none other than Triple C, take pause and think... Pesti turns and walks off into the arena, leaving Grimm and Dragon in the hallway... He has MANY problems that need to be dealt with... Grimm, you are not needed back here. Go call your match.. Antispawn is about to cheat.. Watch for it.What? Nevermind.. ill be glad when this is over.. maybe it will return to normal around here..Grimm turns to leave and Dragon steps over to an unmarked door in the halway. He opens it and steps inside.. It is as was foretold, he has advanced... As we speak the match turns to our favor... Be ready to assist... Dragon nods his head once and steps back into the hallway, he heads in the direction where Pestilence was headed... Pestilece's Locker room, What language is that in... Dragon closes the book suddenly... You are NOT ready for the book, go celebrate your victory... Pesti sits back, climbs back onto the couch and proceeds to pass out... Thats it.. thats the end of this one.. Come back at the finals(hopefully, got my fingers crossed) for the final chapter of...
? :?? PM - Sometime after the match.. who really cares anyway????
Pestilence is sitting on the couch, drinking from a bottle of Jack Daniels, with his headset on. Dragon steps into the room and has a seat in his corner, he reaches into his bag and retrieves the book once again. He opens to a random page and begins to read. Pesti sits up, removes his headset, and slides into the floor aside Dragon. He looks over his shoulder at the book...
