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Crimson Cobra · (02-16-2013)

[The Night of “The Incident”]

Blood filled rage over powered a then weak minded Crimson Cobra. He is usually so focused on his match up if not his partner Crimson Deadly’s match ups that he doesn’t even have time to think of a match that he has no affiliation with during the show. That has changed this night when the blood colored snake watched Jeff Hardy and Neonero’s promos at each other, and their match being what Crimson Cobra craves did not help this situation. This has happened before, but not for years, Crimson Cobra can remember back to his early adulthood or late teenage years when he had a similar incident as tonight. But this thought was later in the night, right now Crimson Cobra is found just finishing his thoughts on Neonero.

The words that made him snap…

The item that brought back memories…

The weapon of choice…

“The Cyaneyed assassin, the one who has a championship belt and will more than likely do whatever he can to stop Hardy from taking it. The ladder match

A snap in Crimson Cobra’s thoughts “

Nothing is more powerful than the clench of a cobra’s jaw when it attacks its prey, or is there? Crimson Cobra was thought to be a tough minded individual, not someone to go crazy at the mention of a tool often used in his business as a weapon. But this word, this thing was just enough in this circumstance to crack the mind. An escaped raging cobra at a zoo would be no fun to take care of so it now makes more since that it took almost eight men to hold the man down when he went through this mental melt down. Crimson Cobra’s eyes burst from their regular bluish green to a fiery blood ridden red. All the evil being held back in his heart towards his family, towards his friends, towards his own partner Crimson Deadly, and most of all the anger and hatred that he held towards his past was all released in this one night.

It was this instance that the regular Crimson Cobra we know was no longer present. Instead a new beast rest in his shoes. A man only wanting to inflict pain, be you an innocent civilian, or the guiltiest criminals of all time, Crimson Cobra was going to break, burn, and maim anything that dared cross the path of a speeding blood colored snake. Crimson’s head turned from the television set his normal eyes were once set upon. The now blood tainted eyes look down a long seemingly empty hallway only filed with merchandise, mechanical machines, and other odds and ends an arena might need during an event. After looking for a target the eyes set themselves on what looks to be a ladder hidden behind many stacks of wooden crates. The snake storms off towards the steel item that he hopes to be a ladder. When he arrives at the steel item it is instead many steel polls closely placed together and this infuriates the “demon” taking over Crimson this much more.

Crimson destroys the boxes that were before neatly stacked upon each other. He tips a small forklift nearby; sparks go up as the steel collides with the concrete flooring of the arena. Punching walls, as he nearly flys down the halls looking for victims to fall prey to the stealth of one angry Cobra, his knuckles start to bleed and the drippings are left when he thrusts his shoulders and arm towards the brick and cement walls. What looks like a person’s outline in the distance turns to many people who start to turn at the loud slapping sound of Crimson Cobra’s feet on the floor and thuds of his fists clanking the walls. The three men are staring at the odd figure approaching them somewhat stunned in fear not knowing what the being was, human or not. It only took seconds, if that for the three men to be covered in blood and laid out on the cold cement flooring that the arena held inside of it.

Crimson stood above the bodies for mere seconds before he was tackled from behind by a behemoth of a man, he stood at least seven foot tall putting up a massive two hundred eighty pounds of all muscle. Yet one thing didn’t make since in this mess. A man the size and stature of Crimson Cobra would never be able to even match this gigantic man in any contest but Cobra was overpowering the man and sent him flying into a brick wall. The man fell to his back unconscious and more people came to aid in the attempt of putting down the cobra with its back to the wall now. Crimson Cobra readied himself not knowing reinforcements were already on the way to put his terror to a screeching halt. Five men were now counted by whatever was inside the empty shell of a man once known as Crimson Cobra. All five were to be terminated in the mind of the best. Yet when the behemoth of a man awoke from unconsciousness just to stop Cobra as well as two of the three men he took out earlier there was no chance, but there was also no chance of the snake not taking at least one out on his way down.

Like a cobra would Crimson made the first strike coiling back then springing at the smallest of all men only to take on a beating, which would make gang initiates who were beaten into their new “crew” cringe. This leads to the ending of our last segment, the containment of Crimson Cobra and the reawaking of the man that is truly meant to be inside of the body. Two men holding both of his legs one on each arm and one man sitting on top of his back.

.:+Crimson Cobra+:.

GET OFF OF ME!

Cobra screams at the men holding him captive, but they know better he knocked out four men in a matter of seconds there is no way they would let a dangerous weapon like him escape only to do more damage.

.:+Crimson Cobra+:.
That wasn’t me, I don’t know what happened but please trust me I don’t know what happened, it’s almost like something took me over… The ladder match?

The men all looking at each other not saying anything but waiting to hear more from their captive.

.:+Crimson Cobra+:.
Believe me, I am Crimson Cobra of XWF. Tag team partner of Crimson Deadly, I could tell you my address if you would just get off of me officer.

The last part is said quite sarcastically as if Crimson was being abused by police enforcement. The men decide to trust his word now that he actually speaks and the red color has drained from his eyes leaving the sky blue mixed with a neon greenish color to them. Crimson Cobra is able to get up off of the cement and dusts his shirt and pants off, the dust poofs into the air and mixes with the debris already floating around. Crimson ponders apologizing to these men but has no idea what has happened and must flee to his car and head home immediately.

.:+Crimson Cobra+:.
Excuse me, I’m to be heading off now.

He says a lot more politely than his last statement now that there isn’t over two hundred pounds of force on each of his limbs. Crimson Cobra takes off on a full on sprint and the men question his release once again but this scene fades to a black screen.

[The Snake Pit]

A new scene opens, the window in a room is letting the beating sunlight in onto a large aquarium that is placed by the window upon a very large desk. The desk is made up of a fine wooden material with fancy swirls carved into it. In this aquarium there isn’t colored pebbles at the bottom nor is there water filling it. Smooth looking sand is layered across the bottom, a half carved out piece of wood is placed in the big open box like aquarium. It looks more like a desert with the fake cacti that is in place around the wood. Red skin can be seen under the wood already and some know what may lurk under this wooden piece of material. Crimson Cobra steps in and looks down at the full bowl of dead mice, and a nearly overflowing water bowl.

.:+Crimson Cobra+:.

Problems again? I thought we were able to fix this with the devouring of the last 5 men I’ve stepped into the ring with. There was the triple threat that we won, and then the tag team match! But you are just a shy little fellow no matter what huh? That is fine because after I am able to continue swallowing everything in my path to the top I will not be the hungry one. I am on my way to the top of Monday night madness and I haven’t even as much as appeared on this showing unless to promote the Wednesday night version of XWF! There I have had success and here I seek no different! Two victories in a row, which could aid me in collecting my first piece of gold in the XWF. The land of Xtreme is where it will be held, the founder of Xtreme is who it will be contested under. This event has X-treme written all over it. Good thing Crimson Cobra is more than X-treme.

Crimson Cobra backs away from the snake pit that is in his living room and he sits down on the leather couch that sits across from his plasma screen television. He at first is leaning against the chair back but before he rubs his chin to speak again he takes a well places posture and continues.

.:+Crimson Cobra+:.
You see to be more then X-treme all one would have to be is extreme, this is more by one whole letter. A letter may not be all that to an average being, but place yourself in the shoes of a high school graduate and a letter is what tells you if you’re making it to college or not! Quite the advantages of a “simple” letter, but there is more setting me aside. I am unseen at the top of my game yet. No one has witnessed the true power that can and will be put behind the Crimson Beast! A cobra strikes quick, with no fear, no looking back, I do the very same, and because of it I will reach higher levels than any other superstar appearing on Monday nights! This week is the drawing out process, separating the weak and the strong into two groups, who takes who? What opponent gets placed where? But when it is all said and done there will be three men left standing out of all who sign up for the Monday night madness. Out of the smoke will step myself, Jeff Hardy, and the Monday night Champion, the European title holder, Neonero. This will be because their match is the main event and I will have to watch and see who the tougher man will end up being because I will make sure that after this night no one will ever question the Crimson Crest, especially The blood colored snake, The Crimson Cobra, EVER AGAIN!

Cobra punches a hole directly into the dry wall that is just above the aquarium holding the large snake. The sound rattles through and shocks even the snake who jumps out of hiding to see what all the racket is. After finding a hole the size of Crimson Cobra’s fist directly over its cage the cobra slithers towards its food bowl to begin feasting as the scene fades to black yet again.

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