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Crimson Cobra · (06-09-2013)

Crobralogue #1

There it was again, the recurring dream… let me make sure you understand that word, dream not a nightmare, the darkness was taking over. Fighting it off for as long as possible it was an inevitable loss in a battle of running from shadows.

But the “M” why did these shadows have a big white “M” on their chests, and on top of the “M” is almost two horns, they must be assailants sent for the devil. But that would only leave the question of why “M”.

Running as fast as I could away from the horrible monstrosities, escaping death just so narrowly, only to be caught, tossed in a trunk, the leader with the “M” on his chest shouting all of the orders, the ones without “M”s follow.

The explosion is about to happen but that would make this a nightmare… Like I said this was no nightmare.

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The Incident

“That’s right, throw him in the trunk.” The tall silhouetted ninja commanded to the others holding the body of the pre-accident Crimson Cobra.

The man turns and we can see a big white M on the man’s chest, the M has what appears to be a pair of horns coming out of the top sides of it. To most mixed martial arts fans this would be a familiar sight. What looks to be the “Minaturo M” is plastered on the leading ninja’s chest.

The bound and seemingly lifeless body of Crimson Cobra is dumped into the trunk of the car. The leading ninja gets in the driver street and starts it up, three others following his command with the same “m” on their costumes yet they are much smaller and above their heads instead, perhaps a way of telling who is who in the ninja world?

The car, already started, takes off flying down the road for what seems to be hours but hasn’t even reaches the thirty minute mark. The man in the trunk is finally awoken but the capturers neither know nor care. They have completed the first objective and to finish him was the final objective of their mission. The sweat soaked Cobra would have no idea of what was to come.

“There it is… The Rodrigo clan is already inside filling the house with gasoline. It’s going to be quick and easy. One dead… and one to go.” The man in the driver seat is telling the rest of the crew but really just trying to grasp that he had actually caught the oh so resilient Crimson Cobra.

What comes next is the brutal near death experience for the crimson snake. The car stopping letting everyone out, the driver rigging the car to drive directly into the house… and Cobra to be killed.

Or so the ninja clans thought.

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Wednesday Night Warfare!

The television shows the near end to Wednesday Night Warfare’s main event title match for Mr. Satellite’s championship, one of his two. What is this? Cobra interfering with the main event, to help his partner’s chances of winning the championship no doubt!

He is wielding two weapons, but this new Crimson Cobra… he would never take a weapon up under his training with KnightMask. Why take them upon the opponents just as he has been trained not to do? Perhaps it is the ninja attacks that have rattled the brain of the snake and made him choose the wise decision of taking an upper hand no matter what. But with zoom in of the camera on the television panning out we see Crimson Cobra. The real Crimson Cobra sitting upon the couch watching with his head, that is still under that same metal mask that he sees on the Cobra on tv, tilted sideways in confusion. His eyes must be deceiving him, sure KnightMask was the mute of the group but at this exact moment Cobra is more silent than his partner.

Cobra’s arm is frozen out holding the remote, his other hand fumbling to find a phone, or anything that can help him explain the fake version of him on the television screen.

But wait… that shine when the camera view changed on the television, what was that? There it was again, only when the camera would pass behind Cobra’s back, the imposter Cobra of course.

A knife, but not just any knife, that knife had the same design as the ones the ninjas that attacked him and KnightMask wielded when attacked. Every time they would don the same blade with that same wretched handle ready to pierce the skin of the enemy.

Shouting at the television like an angry football fan having his team scored on during the super bowl, Cobra screams at the TV “GET OUT OF THERE KNIGHTMASK! IT'S AN IMPOSTOR YOU FOOL!”

The shouting so loud his voice was already starting to get hoarse. Cobra could do nothing but watch in fear of KnightMask getting assassinated live on Warfare as if it was a special edition of Saturday Night Shove-it.

But a fate worse than death approaches the masked warrior.

Turning….

Falling….

Getting pinned….

Failure to collect another belt crafted of gold. Failure is not a well-known word in KnightMask’s vocabulary and this one hurt. Cobra only wishes that he could have actually been there to help his teammate, he wishes that he could have been there to help defeat the double champion Mr. Satellite. But the “if onlys” come to an end and Cobra focuses on the main factor.

The impostor Cobra has vanished just as the newly formed enemies of the Crimson Knights do. The ninjas escape the night quicker than a bat of the eye. The enemy has been detected and must be DESTROYED

Wait…

This mind set is so….

It must stop-

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This is Called…. A Trap

Bright and early, the sun is blazing down on the earth and any animals waking at the early hours of eight o’clock in the morning. The windows of a familiar gym are all filled with sun light. A tall man, the first to arrive at the gym, walks over to the glass windows and begins to lower all of the blinds. He had been given a key when he was introducing himself last night and it just so happens to be the very man Crimson Cobra doesn't want to see.

The man is dressed in his black kimono, but this kimono may be a little to reveling to wear today as it has that very same “m” from the ninja attack that put Cobra in the mask. Antonio thought nothing of it though as he knew his cover wouldn’t be blown until after the class when he would be attempting to actually finish off the snake that just won’t die.

It would seem as if his clan of ninjas had already cut the head from the snake and all Antonio had to do was make sure it’s head didn’t grow a new body and the body didn't grow a new head.

Nine A.M. and the gym was filled with jiu-jitsu players of all different ethnicity all different backgrounds, and all different levels of belts. Crimson Cobra in his mask and all walked into the gym with his kimono wrapped around him ready to train and got so many odd looks.

Some people knowing who he was didn’t mind or really even notice but the people traveling in from out of town, or even further had no clue what was going on and began to make fun of the masked champion.

“I don’t think he knows that wrestling is fake!” One of the lower belts blurts out and gets a good laugh from the entire group. Cobra shrugs it off thinking to himself, "If only this poor idiot really knew."

“I heard after he got banned from the pan-am games he never wanted his face to be seen again!” Another big group laugh with what seems to be a few hundred people jam packed into a not so large gym.

But now a different voice, a deeper voice, and the speaker doesn’t seem to know English 100% perfectly. “Enough, we make fun of him after class, now we train!” Antonio speaks and the entire class listens to the black belted Brazilian.

Crimson Cobra knows that he is planning something, the only question being what that something was.

Antonio walks up to Cobra and Crimson Cobra sees that very same “M” from the ninjas costume that he saw just before getting smashed into the trunk. Antonio points at Cobra and gestures for him to come to his side. Cobra is absolutely confused and very hesitant.

“We will roll together.” Antonio declares and the class begins.

Why a black belt would pick a brown belt when he had at least 20 other black belts to choose from beats me but I guess that is what we will just have to wait and find out isn’t it.

The two men slap hands bump fists and start the jiu-jitsu match. Cobra easily taking down the jiu-jitsu ace but it was as if that was what he wanted going right to his back. A guard pass would be nice but there was no way of passing the black belt’s guard and not leaving something open for a submission.

Cobra waits and instead it is Nogueira who is caught slipping, Cobra counters a sweep and ends up in side control, his favorite position.

One move always came to mind when her moved here, a slip of the arm, his legs cross over and his right leg is now on top of that arm, his left leg steps up and over Antonio’s head, Cobra reaches back and pulls the arm tight.

The inverted, upside down triangle choke. A move Cobra mastered as a white belt and has only continued to work out making it more and more deadly every day.

Cobra knew this man that was in his clutches was dangerous, but the man had yet to show signs of anger towards Cobra. Crimson Cobra held the life of that man in between his legs and could easily squeeze until he passed out then even long to end the chase for good. But….

But….

“That’s just not how I do things.” Thinks the Cobra to himself.

The choke hold is broken after a tap from the black belt. The match was over but now the drilling was going to begin. Was the trap going to be sprung in the middle of the training session?

Perhaps the end, or maybe even in the ally that Cobra always is forced to park in from the overcrowded parking lot for the gym.

Continued?

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