The screams of the man are drowned out by the insulation that is installed all around the room. Why is he screaming you might ask? Because the only other man in the room has a none saw and is going to work on his arm just below the elbow. The hand has already been sawn off and all that is left is the stump, the bloody mess of a stump that is still leaking.

"As soon as you tell me what you and the clan have done to him you can have your arm back." The masked assaulter says to the man bound to the table.

The attacker stops hacking at the arm just before reaching another nerve that will surly make the wounded man scream in pain once again. But he seems to have passed out. The masked man notices and takes his saw away placing it on a table filled with torture devices. A towel is placed on the stump where a hand use to be, the blood flow is going to stop, it will clot and scab over soon enough.

The time passes and the man wakes once again, the absolute nightmare of a scene to be awakening in. Frightened he tries to move his fingers and it feels like he truly can do it, the man actually believes for a second that his hand being cut off was simply a dream.

But looking down, the horror proved to be true, no hand but instead a stump, and now just below his elbow the skin was broken. The skin cut deep, almost halfway through the forearm muscle. Looking at his other arm it is completely fine. Free to move around, if not for being strapped to the table he was laying on so right he was beginning to lose feeling in it. It was simple, there was no escape from this, and without the answered he needed to make the attacker happy he would be losing an entire arm for sure. Though he didn't know the specifics, he did know a little more then he should.

The black figure walking into the room blocked out the only light source. The figure slowly staggered towards the operation table with another large saw in his hands. How could he do this? How could he cut the limbs from a man with no resource?

The anticipation is done, and the man stops at the table. The saw enters the old wound and is less then a push or pull away from the next nerve ending. The pain that is about to shoot through his body will be worse than what Scott and Luca will experience losing single handily to Cobra. But then again losing to someone on such a streak as Cobra can't be taken so harshly.

The saw's handle is grasped and the attackers other hand grasps the shoulder to keep the man still. This would be a failed effort though as the slicing, and cutting of the newly sharpened saw tears through the nerve. A flash of white over takes the bound man, the white turns to red and blood splatters his own eyes. Instantly passing out the man is unable to speak to his attacker yet again.

At one point his honor was in the way of speaking, in the way of giving in to the attack, but now with an arm and a half just about anything would be done to get him out. He has been weakened, just as his bone has, sawed so slim to the point where breaking only required a touch. Crimson Cobra will do the same as he retains his championship whether he finds his tag team partner or not.

The wounded, bloody mess of a man awakes again, the masked man hadn't moved this time only watching and waiting for the awakening of the man.

"Alright! Jesus FUCKING Christ. I'll talk, I'll talk. I don't know where he is exactly but.... But wait no!" The man screams in fear as his masked assailant rises a handgun that shines in the little bit of light that glistens off of

"Bang!" The masked man makes the sound of a gunshot but waits for the man to reveal his knowledge.

"I know they took KnightMask too a facility after he was poisoned, not lethal but enough to keep a man of his size out for hours! Here I have the directions on my phone I can-"

Bang! This time it is not a joke, the man on the table gains a bullet hole in between his eyes. The silence falls upon the room after the gun shot's ear ringing sound dies.

An I-phone is pulled from the dead mans pocket and the masked killer walks out of the room.