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Crimson Cobra · (06-06-2013)

Prologue

An attempt to alter reality would fail in the mind of the strong. Weak minded individuals would be the only creatures able to be fully indulged in something as false as a nightmare.

Unlike a nightmare, that can only attack the weak minded, it can only attack those who have entered the dreaming world, A living being can attack any and all it sees fit. The cobra king of the snakes is able to attack its on species as well as any other thing it sees fit.

The nightmare can prove to be useless with something as simple as an alarm clock by the bed... attempt to block a cobra with an alarm clock and see how far that gets you.

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Know Your Enemy

*Click*

The sound of a mouse hitting the play button on a youtube video is heard. This video is featuring mixed martial artist and former UFC interim champion Antonio Rodrigo Nogueira and he is in the cage fighting against recent opponent Dave Herman.

The video starts in round two with four minutes remaining in the round. Antonio has already mounted his opponent and is looking to finish with a submission showing his true dominance and obvious skills in the art of jiu-jitsu. Half of a minute passes for the man on bottom Dave Herman it feels like a life time of bucking attempts to get out of bottom and failed blocks allowing Antonio to punch him in the face repeatedly.

Three minutes and thirty seconds left and Herman was lazy enough to give the black belt his back, nothing good could come from here. The time hits three minutes and twenty five seconds, Herman rolls tries his hardest to keep the jiu-jitsu player away from him, but in this attempt he gives up a vital organ.

In almost a blur of struggling Herman fights his way back to his feet. How could such an odd struggle leave a black belt empty handed especially when he was holding the arm? It didn’t bother Antonio as he knew he would eventually get what he wanted.

Only a punch or two is thrown before Herman is actually able to trip Antonio down and gain the top position, the only problem again being the black belt that the man on bottom would tie around his waist every day of his training.

With ease Antonio escapes the clutches of his opponent and gains control of the top mount position after a very short battle on the feet. This man knows what he is doing and with ninja like ability he cinches the man on bottoms arm, breaks the grip, and snaps it right into the arm bar. The power of Herman fading, the fight also fading, the man’s will to win this fight and the chances are slowly closing in on him like a Cobra choking the life out of its prey.

Not even thirty seconds left and the arm is fully stretched out! All he has to do is survive thirty more seconds… But can the weak minded man do it?

Of course not, anyone without a powerful will is not going to win a fight. Dave taps out and thus begins the celebration for Antonio’s first victory since having his arm literally snapped in two inside of the cage.

The youtube video stops and Crimson Cobra attempts to look away from the screen before being caught watching from the gym’s staff member. A smile rolls across the man’s face and he looks up at Cobra.

Staff: “Hey man, I’ve seen you rolling around in here and I think you might be able to take this guy on, and you’re only a new brown belt!”

Crimson Cobra laughs knowing the background of the black belt he just watched work his way to the arm bar victory.

Cobra: “Thanks, that’s nice of you to say… But I KNOW I could take him out.”

The staff member looks a little shocked at the words escaping Cobra’s mouth. He looks back at the screen to make sure they were both talking about the same guy and the staff member suddenly feels like retracting his statement as if he didn’t believe in Crimson.

Staff: “Well I guess you’ll just have to try it, we just got a call last night that he wanted to come all the way down here to teach a class… Kind of odd now that I think about it, why would the UFC fighter Antonio Rodrigo Nogueira want to come to Denver, Colorado to teach a seminar, not multiple but just one? Eh whatever it’s the experience that matters right?

Cobra begins to ponder at the same question. It didn’t seem normal. A Brazilian, master of the art coming to a random city in a random state to teach a single class? Something was up and Cobra knew it this time.

Cobra: “Yeah weird huh.”

Crimson’s last words are stated not to arouse confusion and just to go along with the plan he knew that the staff members had concocted with the fighter.

“Knight” fall is upon us

More sure than ever about Natalia, Cobra knew he had to warn his partner somehow. But without a clue of his whereabouts what was the snake to do?

A simple phone call would have worked, if only Cobra didn’t lose his phone in the car explosion. The explosion that seemed to lead to the destruction of the once perfect life. Cobra was a newly crowned XWF tag team champion, his father, the wicked, evil, bastard of a man had finally perished, nothing was looking down.

It was the attack of those damned ninjas that let all of this happen and without the help of KnightMask Cobra was unable to escape. But that was no matter now; Cobra knew exactly what he must do.

Questioning his newly found ethics, questioning everything he thought he was going to stand against, Cobra wanted nothing more than revenge.

Not even the lust for gold could stand in the way of his revenge plots.

Nightmare, his wild card briefcase, it all meant next to nothing in comparison. A crown… the king of XWF the highest honor… it would all be turned down if only Crimson Cobra was offered a choice of that or burning ever last one of the men or women who helped in causing the explosion.

This was bad and Cobra knew it was but without the guidance he seemed to gain in simply the presence of KnightMask his ethics were falling, his code, everything that stood for good was coming to an end just so he would be able to see the tombstones of those who have wronged him.

When his partner wouldn’t even question wielding a weapon, Cobra’s mind began to wonder…

What could make one suffer most?

A baseball bat…

Kendo stick…

Perhaps go more pro wrestling based and throw in a steel chair?

A tazer…

A gun?

No to simple, too fast.

But wait, was Cobra really thinking this detailed into these attackers when his biggest threat was walking into his gym at this very moment to meet and greet before he would train the class tomorrow?

The name that was written on the gas tank, Rodrigo. It also belonged to the man Cobra had recently seen on a computer screen, the former UFC champion! Was it possible that this Rodrigo was the same who failed in killing Crimson Cobra?

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