Post by masondaniels on Mar 20, 2017 3:56:52 GMT
Some how, despite the months bring spring and summer closer together, the nights had become cold once more. In her cage, Crystal sat there in her corner, using the small amount of warmth that the cement walls provided to help keep her warm underneath the blankets that covered her. It had been sometime since she had seen Mason. Her food was now gone despite the fact that she had rationed it out to last her. She had begun to worry that something had happened and that she would die in this dungeon of hers.
All of a sudden though, crashing sounds could be heard upstairs as someone begins to stumble through the upstairs area. The door opens and light begins to shine through from the upstairs into the cellar as the man at first takes one step down the stairs, but then collapses and falls down the stairs, crashing into the cement wall at the bottom of them. As Crystal watches, she notices that the man is none other than Mason Daniels. Crystal jumps to her feet and makes her way over to the bars of her cell.
Crystal: MASON!
The man begins to slowly stir and get to his feet, beginning to stumble towards the cell. After a few seconds, he finally reaches the bars, collapsing into them. Mason uses the bars to hold himself up as he begins to breath heavily, the scent of liquor coming off his breath.
Crystal: Are you seriously fucking drunk?
Mason begins to try and say something, but Crystal cuts him off as she begins to see him bleeding through his shirt.
Crystal: Oh my god Mason, you're bleeding; what happened to you?
Mason looks down and collapses as he sees the blood. He looks up at Crystal, knowing that he is in a world of trouble as he begins to reach into his pocket, pulling out a key as he begins to try and hand it to his prisoner. Crystal tries to reach for it, but Mason's arm collapses and the keys tumble a few inches from his hand. She gets on her hands and knees, stretching as far as she can, trying to reach it; finally getting her finger tips on the keys as she slowly pulls them closer until she can get them in her hands. She quickly stands up and unlocks her cell and begins to make her way to the stairs.
As she reaches them, she looks back and sees Mason still on the ground, just looking at her, his shirt almost drenched in his blood now. She knew that leaving now would mean that he would die; she knew that leaving now would mean that she allowed him to die and his death would be on her hands. As much as he had put her and her family through, she knew that she just couldn't let him die. Crystal walked over to him and grabbed a hold of him, helping him to his feet and then over to the stairs as the two begin to make their way up the stairs.
The make their way through the door to upstairs area and Mason leads the way with Crystal's assistance, to the bedroom. She quickly lays him down on the bed and begins to take off his shirt, exposing the gash on his chest that was now bleeding from the stitches having been torn out in one area. Crystal gasps at the site of it at first as she quickly leaves the room and comes back with some towels and water. She pours some of the water over the wounds and then wipes up the blood with one of the towels. She then presses another towel down onto the wound and places his hand on it.
Crystal: Press down and keep it there. You have to stop the bleeding as much as possible while I go look for something to redo these stitches with okay.
Mason just nods, not even asking any questions as he presses the towel down. Crystal leaves, leaving Mason on the bed, completely helpless and hoping that she will return. He continues to press the towel down, the alcohol now wearing off as the pain in his chest begins to build up. Mason begins to grimace and moan as he waits. Finally, after a few minutes, Crystal returns with a needle and some fishing line. She threads the end of the needle and then brings it to his chest, removing the towel as she begins to stitch up the wound where his stitches had torn.
Mason begins to whimper as the needle passes through his skin, dragging the fishing line behind it, but Crystal doesn't stop and she works quickly. After a few minutes, the stitches are done and the bleeding has stopped. She takes the remainder of the water and pours it over the wound, washing the rest of the blood away before walking off once more, this time into the bathroom as she begins to search for something. She quickly returns with a bottle of rubbing alcohol in her hands and comes back over to the bed. She opens the bottle and pours it over his chest, causing Mason to scream slightly.
Mason tries to sit up, but Crystal puts her hand on his shoulder, pushing him back down and throws a blanket over him.
Crystal: Go to sleep, you need rest.
Mason takes a few deep breaths before laying back down and passing out. Crystal just sighs slightly as she stands to her feet and walks to the doorway of the bedroom before looking back at the man. What she say was mind blowing. The man that was laying there before her had suffered so much in the match against Masaru. He had returned scarred and obviously broken. His war with the Japanese monster had obviously not gone well, but yet still he survived. The man before her was a warrior in the truest sense of the word; he was a warrior who had known nothing but defeat and yet, he still fought on. She walked off and disappeared from sight, deciding to stay in the house, but not knowing why herself.
* * * * *
Being a warrior isn't about knowing how to win; it's about knowing how to survive. A warrior can't win every battle; you can't win every war. At Awakening, I brought the fight to Masaru and he brought it to me. In the end, it could have gone either way, but he walked away with the victory, evening the score. I will give that little bastard that much. He evened the score between us but once again, he failed to do what he set out to; he failed to kill me; he failed to send me packing for good. Here I stand, ready to go again; injured though I may be, I am still ready to fight another fight.
One day, we will meet again, but until then, life goes on. This week, I have to step into the ring with a newcomer who has a lot of hype to build him up. I mean, Chris Andrews and his partner have earned themselves a chance to face off against Aurora and Masaru for the Duos Championship. Before he can try and fight his way through them for championship gold though, he has to make his way through me, which isn't going to happen.
Now I know he is going to try. I know that he is going to bring the fight to me because he saw what everyone else saw at Awakening; he saw that it takes a whole hell of a lot to make me stop coming. It takes a man breaking open the skin on my chest; it takes my blood leaking out of my body, draining to the point where I can't go any longer; it takes bringing me close to death's door to stop me. Personally Chris, I don't think you have the balls or the intestinal fortitude to take me to that limit. I don't think you have it in you to push me to my limits, whether I am injured or not.
You can think what you want you little twat; but you will never be a match for an animal like me. You just don't have what it takes to step into the ring with the big boys and I am going to prove that when we face off in the ring. I may be injured, and you may think that this gives you an advantage; but it doesn't. The most dangerous dog is an injured one because they have nothing to lose.
When you set foot in that ring with me, you will be stepping into a ring with a legend of this business. You saw why I am a legend, and now you are going to experience why I am a legend. It doesn't matter what you do, it doesn't matter how hard you fight, I am going to keep coming; and I am not going to stop until I have completely destroyed you. I am not going to stop until I have crushed the very thought that you might be capable of capturing the Duos Champship. You wanted to step into the ring with the big boys, well let me tell you, you're going to regret it. This week, you step into the ring with The War Hound; prepare to get bit.
All of a sudden though, crashing sounds could be heard upstairs as someone begins to stumble through the upstairs area. The door opens and light begins to shine through from the upstairs into the cellar as the man at first takes one step down the stairs, but then collapses and falls down the stairs, crashing into the cement wall at the bottom of them. As Crystal watches, she notices that the man is none other than Mason Daniels. Crystal jumps to her feet and makes her way over to the bars of her cell.
Crystal: MASON!
The man begins to slowly stir and get to his feet, beginning to stumble towards the cell. After a few seconds, he finally reaches the bars, collapsing into them. Mason uses the bars to hold himself up as he begins to breath heavily, the scent of liquor coming off his breath.
Crystal: Are you seriously fucking drunk?
Mason begins to try and say something, but Crystal cuts him off as she begins to see him bleeding through his shirt.
Crystal: Oh my god Mason, you're bleeding; what happened to you?
Mason looks down and collapses as he sees the blood. He looks up at Crystal, knowing that he is in a world of trouble as he begins to reach into his pocket, pulling out a key as he begins to try and hand it to his prisoner. Crystal tries to reach for it, but Mason's arm collapses and the keys tumble a few inches from his hand. She gets on her hands and knees, stretching as far as she can, trying to reach it; finally getting her finger tips on the keys as she slowly pulls them closer until she can get them in her hands. She quickly stands up and unlocks her cell and begins to make her way to the stairs.
As she reaches them, she looks back and sees Mason still on the ground, just looking at her, his shirt almost drenched in his blood now. She knew that leaving now would mean that he would die; she knew that leaving now would mean that she allowed him to die and his death would be on her hands. As much as he had put her and her family through, she knew that she just couldn't let him die. Crystal walked over to him and grabbed a hold of him, helping him to his feet and then over to the stairs as the two begin to make their way up the stairs.
The make their way through the door to upstairs area and Mason leads the way with Crystal's assistance, to the bedroom. She quickly lays him down on the bed and begins to take off his shirt, exposing the gash on his chest that was now bleeding from the stitches having been torn out in one area. Crystal gasps at the site of it at first as she quickly leaves the room and comes back with some towels and water. She pours some of the water over the wounds and then wipes up the blood with one of the towels. She then presses another towel down onto the wound and places his hand on it.
Crystal: Press down and keep it there. You have to stop the bleeding as much as possible while I go look for something to redo these stitches with okay.
Mason just nods, not even asking any questions as he presses the towel down. Crystal leaves, leaving Mason on the bed, completely helpless and hoping that she will return. He continues to press the towel down, the alcohol now wearing off as the pain in his chest begins to build up. Mason begins to grimace and moan as he waits. Finally, after a few minutes, Crystal returns with a needle and some fishing line. She threads the end of the needle and then brings it to his chest, removing the towel as she begins to stitch up the wound where his stitches had torn.
Mason begins to whimper as the needle passes through his skin, dragging the fishing line behind it, but Crystal doesn't stop and she works quickly. After a few minutes, the stitches are done and the bleeding has stopped. She takes the remainder of the water and pours it over the wound, washing the rest of the blood away before walking off once more, this time into the bathroom as she begins to search for something. She quickly returns with a bottle of rubbing alcohol in her hands and comes back over to the bed. She opens the bottle and pours it over his chest, causing Mason to scream slightly.
Mason tries to sit up, but Crystal puts her hand on his shoulder, pushing him back down and throws a blanket over him.
Crystal: Go to sleep, you need rest.
Mason takes a few deep breaths before laying back down and passing out. Crystal just sighs slightly as she stands to her feet and walks to the doorway of the bedroom before looking back at the man. What she say was mind blowing. The man that was laying there before her had suffered so much in the match against Masaru. He had returned scarred and obviously broken. His war with the Japanese monster had obviously not gone well, but yet still he survived. The man before her was a warrior in the truest sense of the word; he was a warrior who had known nothing but defeat and yet, he still fought on. She walked off and disappeared from sight, deciding to stay in the house, but not knowing why herself.
* * * * *
Being a warrior isn't about knowing how to win; it's about knowing how to survive. A warrior can't win every battle; you can't win every war. At Awakening, I brought the fight to Masaru and he brought it to me. In the end, it could have gone either way, but he walked away with the victory, evening the score. I will give that little bastard that much. He evened the score between us but once again, he failed to do what he set out to; he failed to kill me; he failed to send me packing for good. Here I stand, ready to go again; injured though I may be, I am still ready to fight another fight.
One day, we will meet again, but until then, life goes on. This week, I have to step into the ring with a newcomer who has a lot of hype to build him up. I mean, Chris Andrews and his partner have earned themselves a chance to face off against Aurora and Masaru for the Duos Championship. Before he can try and fight his way through them for championship gold though, he has to make his way through me, which isn't going to happen.
Now I know he is going to try. I know that he is going to bring the fight to me because he saw what everyone else saw at Awakening; he saw that it takes a whole hell of a lot to make me stop coming. It takes a man breaking open the skin on my chest; it takes my blood leaking out of my body, draining to the point where I can't go any longer; it takes bringing me close to death's door to stop me. Personally Chris, I don't think you have the balls or the intestinal fortitude to take me to that limit. I don't think you have it in you to push me to my limits, whether I am injured or not.
You can think what you want you little twat; but you will never be a match for an animal like me. You just don't have what it takes to step into the ring with the big boys and I am going to prove that when we face off in the ring. I may be injured, and you may think that this gives you an advantage; but it doesn't. The most dangerous dog is an injured one because they have nothing to lose.
When you set foot in that ring with me, you will be stepping into a ring with a legend of this business. You saw why I am a legend, and now you are going to experience why I am a legend. It doesn't matter what you do, it doesn't matter how hard you fight, I am going to keep coming; and I am not going to stop until I have completely destroyed you. I am not going to stop until I have crushed the very thought that you might be capable of capturing the Duos Champship. You wanted to step into the ring with the big boys, well let me tell you, you're going to regret it. This week, you step into the ring with The War Hound; prepare to get bit.