Darkness? You wish..

The sounds of huffing and puffing mixed with grunts every other breath. My vision comes too as I see a blurred combo of right and left jabs that rock my head back from a distance. This sight of mine, it rattles at each and every blow from the taller man with the longer reach. He's playing it safe being at that distance. Trying to utilize his reach and even though each shot rattles my vision, I still lock onto the person in the middle, the main blur that I see. I focus on that blended mass of discoloration while I take his shots. My head, purposely rocks a little more and the bait has been placed. A few more blows are delivered before the blurr moves in and at that moment, my fists fly. A left handed upper cut connects on the bottom left side of his jaw sets this man up for a solid right handed haymaker that connects onto the sweet spot of his right jaw. That blow, it rocks his world as he colapses to his knee. A couple more haymakers for good measure send him to the ground and my vision, it becomes clear as I see red. Blood is in the water and I leap onto the fighter placed in my way. Savage blows quickly become the norm as blood splatters on my fists and face. My breathing becomes even heavier than it was before but with every exhale, comes the next thunderous blow that I deal with my hammers and it is these hammers that smash

 One after another, I rattle his head while I feel the spirit in me rise up with a fury; And it is this spirit that keeps me pushing, it keeps me fighting as the warzone persists. Then suddenly, I am removed from my position of force by two men that tackle me onto the ground. These men, they hold me down for a moment and then I hear the bell ring just after I hear one of the men say to me that "He's done. You've won, stop before you kill him!" I tell the man speaking to me that" Alright, I'm done, won't touch him again unless he wants to go another round. Let me up, I need a drink.."

Both men get up off me and I make it up to my feet. Numbness that I once felt from the adrenaline that flowed through my veins beings to fade and pain follows immediatly after; This pain, it greets me with an ever so sharp edge. One that cuts at my body yet pounds at my mind with a blunt force that would bend a weak mans knees. It tries to bring me down but I promise you. Pain is a feeling and just like any feeling.. It can be overcome. This takes heart to shrug it off, and dedication to your cause. Stay on track, don't let it detour you, keep with it!!

I look around at all of the people with frowns on their faces as their money vacates their pockets. Some of those people that are losing that "personality" of theirs also look at me with shitty expressions; As far as I'm concerned, that serves them right, fuck them. They took the chance, and fate bit them in the ass.

I put one foot infront of the other and smile at the crowd with a bloody and twisted smile. One of my eyes is swollen shut and it throbs so hard that each and every pulse from my heart makes my head want to tilt to one side. I'm off balance, battered and beaten but I still stand here with the prize money on its way. My pride is intact, as far as Im concerned. I'm ontop of the world and no one here is going to take that from me. I am, the king of the deathmatch. All of these people staring at me with their fiery vision now understand that I am the thunder behind the force of lightning and that poor soul that hasn't even thought about getting up.. He now knows that I am the driving force behind these hammers. Everyone here on this evening, at this event will forever respect what I can do but my story, it doesn't stop here. It will go onto a new chapter. The page, it will be turned onto the next phase of where I once again step into a SFT ring. It's time that the drunken brawler moves back home to once again climb the ladder to the top. I've spent much of this time since the closing, scratching and clawing just as I've always done to subdue the spirit of war that resides in my spirit. There has been no rest for this wicked soul. It's time that I turn my meaningless lifeforce and use it for something more meaningful.. It's time that I use all of what I have left to help the legacy that my beloved Shadow had built. God rest his soul..

I pass the crowd and a man comes up to me and reaches out in my direction with a bottle of my very own Kentucky Cornshine. My hand, it reaches out and accept the bottle. This right hand of mine, it tilts the bottle up and pours some of the honey colored liquid onto each and every cut on my face. A grimace escapes my face before I pour a little more into my mangled eye. The only eye that I can see out of goes dark as it rolls up into my head as the cleansing begins.. After that is done, the bottle; It quickly finds my mouth and this hand; It tilts the bottle to where I begin drinking this fire water. I can feel the goosebumps immediatly begin to rise after the first few swallows hit my stomach. My body, it wants to let out a sigh but it's going to have to wait because I'm not finished drinking. I chug and gulp every inch, every little ounce of that honey liquor until there is nothing left and then my eye; It opens once again.

You want to throw quantity my way, You may want to talk in riddles, Your words may be cryptic; that soul of yours may hide behind a veil but none of that matters. Quality over quantity. A hammer, smashes a rock.. Your tongue, it talks of darkness here and there. Things haven't changed with you and you might truly believe that you are darkness but I know darkness. It is a long lost friend of mine that I despise. Darkness, the spirit of war, Steele itself is the very same thing that I fight on a daily basis, I have for over two decades. I can run with darkness any day Louis, I've done it for a lifetime.. These legs of mine, they can keep up and this body of mine, it can take the beating of any pretender from the dark; Just like these hammers of mine can smash anything out of this world. Don't you get it Louis? I am the kryptonite to your darkness. I've been around fighting this battle of good and evil for along time son. While I may not be in the hall of fame here, even though I am not revered here in the SFT. It's not because of the lack of fight in this body. That doesn't reflect on the war that I go through anytime I step into the arena.. Quite frankly, I don't know why they haven't brought me to that level but honestly, it doesn't change what I do. These fists, this body, it comes at you and anyone else with a primal fierceness. This spirit within, its out for blood and blood it will have regardless of its standing.. That's the way it is and that is exactly what your up against. Darkness?!? HA! You haven't seen darkness my child, you maybe a ghost but that's all you are and it is I that will make you fade away. You want to know what I fear? I do fear.. I fear the moment that Steele takes over. I am afraid of what I/he will do.. I fight so hard to prevent that, there is no rest, no peace in my soul. It is an every day battle vs. the deity of war. The being more bloodthirsty than a shark.. That's what I fear you little fish in a pond.. Will you help me? Can you survive the reaping? Do you have it in you to go toe to toe with a true in your face legend? Yes, regardless of what you hear. I am a legend and I only get better with age. Experience feeds my soul relentlessly. Each and every day the sun rises, I become more vicious. Every blow delivered to this battered skull makes me that much stronger. Each and every ounce of pain that is poured into this body; It only pushes me harder and harder. I'm the junkie that always keeps going. Louis, regardless of what you think.. You haven't ever met a driven man like me.. The ball is in your court. Get ready darkness, soon, you will find out what the Drunken Brawler does with your kind!!!!

The scene fades to black..