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Crimson Cobra · (05-25-2013)

He is here. No more mind tricks. No more bullshit. This isn’t a drill, the man that could pierce Cobra’s mind easier than the demon, his father, had just crossed Crimson Cobra’s path for a second time. This was no demonic trick, and there would be no angels coming to save him from this crazed lunatic. Cobra would be forced to finally stand with his father, and go toe to toe with his own flesh and blood.

It’s not like it was going to be a boxing match, in which case his father would hold the experience becoming the Colorado teens golden glove champion for 155 pounds and holding that title from the age of 16 until he was 18 and could compete with the adults. But on the other hand this wouldn’t be a Brazilian jiu-jitsu match in which case the former purple belt Crimson Cobra would be holding the upper hand in experience. Nor would this fight be a mixed martial arts bout, in no way did Cobra intend to keep things legal in this fight, he was ready to go to any extreme to rid himself of the man who tried to kill him many times before. It is finally time to settle things.

It seemed as though the two men were surrounded by darkness, no outside world could be seen. The black and purple clouds twirl in all directions above, below, and surrounding all sides of the men. The floor had seemed to have disappeared yet Cobra and his father seemed to continue to stand on something.

Crimson Cobra is the first to dash towards the opposing man. His father follows! The two reach a full out sprint before Crimson leaps into the air and drives his fist directly into his father’s mouth, easily avoiding the counter attack. Blood has already been drawn yet this only angered his father. A kick to the groin sent Cobra back and away from his attacker. The time allows for Russell, Crimson’s dad, to get back to his feet. His feet planted firmly on the nothingness that was below him he was ready to take on his son who he was positive that he could beat.

Cobra recovered from the low blow runs back at his father swinging away with a barrage of punches. To his own surprise his father’s head movement is quite speedy. The elder man is able to not only keep up with the punches that are flying towards his face but he is also able to dodge them. Dipping back and forth, left and right his head is untouchable.

“IMPOSSIBLE!” Cobra thinks to himself. He has no idea how the old man is moving like a young boxer again.

Dipping, Dodging, and Ducking all of Cobra’s punches the old man finally has Cobra starting to sweat and think more about what punch he wants to throw. Instead now it’s now Russell’s turn, he smiles with nothing but evil intentions and throws a stiff jab that smacks Cobra in the face.

This has Crimson Cobra aggravated and starting to cloud his mind with anger. The rage isn’t the only thing filling Cobra’s head as another punch connects from his father. Cobra is done with this and takes the Muay Thai stance that he learned so long ago, with his hands held high by his head and his legs and knees ready to go to work he sends a leg kick flying in the air!

SNAP!

The kick slaps his father directly on the leg and even stumbles him a little, the former boxer wasn’t expecting a kick in this fight. He doesn’t know much about the much more decorated martial art of kicks, knees, and elbows but he has seen Cobra check a kick before when spying on him as he fought in the amateur Thai club.

A spring in Cobra’s step now that he has finally landed a kick he is sending another flying leg. Russell sees the shin coming directly for his head and has no time to react with how fast it is. Another connection, another time stumbling his father, and again his confidence grows in this fight that is taking place in some dark dimension.

Cobra’s father looks around and notices the dark power waiting to be harnessed. He holds out his right hand with a somewhat clinched fist and a shadow fills his hand. Cobra looks confused as he watches the magic that his father is preforming. The shadow fills out into the shape of a bowie knife and the darkness slowly converts to color. The knife had just materialized into his hand!

Now Cobra was the idiot who brought his fists to a knife fight so he attempts to harness the power of darkness just as his father did and reaches out his hand. Nothing happens, and Russ is now ready to stab the life out of Cobra. Russ did not share the same code of ethics that the ninja like nemesis of KnightMask had as she only wanted to fight weapon on weapon. This fight had just turned one sided in Russell’s favor.

Cobra again stuck his hand out in the darkness the surrounded him and concentrated let the anger leave his mind even with his dad getting closer to him with the huge knife. Still nothing and Cobra gives up, he is ready to try and take on this fight with a huge disadvantage. It’s not like Crimson Cobra hasn’t been in a disadvantage before. Recent weeks on Madness proved that Cobra actually seemed to do better under the disadvantage side, getting beaten to a pulp by Brock Lesnar but still being able to jump of multiple ladders and win the triple threat special guest referee match! Even weeks ago when Cobra overcame the two on one handicap match and proved to Paul Heyman that there would be nothing keeping Cobra from the main event status again.

His mind has been set and he is ready to fight, the knife slices the air headed for Cobra’s throat, a blocking fist connects with Russell Cobb’s hand and catches him off guard. Cobra grabs hold of the knife and brings the arm down low. He locks the arm out straight and sends a knee directly to the elbow.

CRUNCH!

Crimson Cobra had just broken his own father’s arm and the man drops the knife that seems to fall to oblivion. Russell is screaming in pain but still wants to continue the fight showing the same type of heart as the maniac David. He renders his right arm useless and sticks out the left hand into the abyss that is upon both men. He channels the dark powers again and again his hand fills with the shadow that will form into whatever material he wants. A shadow shoots out of both sides of his hand and a much longer weapon is being formed.

Cobra has the idea of interrupting the formation of this weapon and sprints at his father, getting a good pace he leaps into the air and sends both of his feet outwards towards Russ’s chest. His breath gets taken out of him and he is sent flying back a few feet.

“Nice try boy, but this will be the end of you.” His dad speaks to him after quickly making it to his feet with a staff in hand fully formed out of the shadow.

With one short swing the bo staff is still long enough to connect with Cobra’s head and topple him. The staff is raised into the air and sent downward but Cobra is able to roll out of the way. Up to his feet he notices that something has formed and is lying by his feet, a ladder? What was he to do with this? Cobra didn’t pick it up but instead jumps over the staff that was making its way towards his legs. A tuck and roll places him right by his father and Cobra eats a left handed punch as the man dropped the staff just to do so. Cobra stumbles back and sees the staff in between him and his father. This weapon didn’t fall into the depths of the darkness like the knife did. The staff was floating just as Cobra, Russell, and the ladder all were. Cobra just remembered the ladder and slid it towards himself using his leg to kick it up. The end of the ladder is jabbed into the gut of his dad.

Cobra does a leaping roll to grab the staff before his father and he whacks Russ over the head with it. Down to his knees is where he goes and he looks up at the man who was once at the disadvantage. Cobra drops the weapon as he seems to be growing fond of KnightMask’s vision on the world, not using weapons when they are not needed. Cobra knew his own body was more than powerful enough to end this man right here and right now.

Cobra grabs the back of his dad’s head and their eyes meet.

“I’ve always loved you, no matter the fact of you leaving, you were my father, you raised me for eight years. Rest in peace….. Bastard.” Crimson Cobra’s seemingly nice words to his father take a turn in the end.

While Cobra holds his father’s head there he winds a knee back and sends it through the man’s skull. Instead of crushing it like a normal skull would be from the vicious knee, it seems that Cobra shatters his father’s head. With this the darkness that was surrounding the two men begins to disperse Cobra looks relieved and yet saddened knowing that he was the one to end his father’s life.

“It had to happen… Right?” Cobra asks himself the question out loud.

Just as he finishes talking a brilliant light explodes and makes the rest of the darkness disappear. Cobra has seen this light before. The misty whiteness is oddly familiar to Cobra as he waits to see what it is.

The woman, the beautiful goddess steps through the portal to heaven and she looks down at her son. She smiles and it warms his heart to know that all this time she really had been watching over him. He knew she was there he just wished for one last good bye and that is what he was being granted now.

“You ARE right Dakota, you were the only one that would have been able to take out your father in his dark realm. Thank you for ridding the world of one more evil.”

“Mom….Thank you…I miss you so mu-“

Cobra is again cut off as she waves to him and the light slowly gets dimmer and dimmer until Crimson Cobra is sitting in the darkness of the real world. A sidewalk street lamp is all that is lighting the area and Cobra believes that he is finally at peace being satisfied with his last good bye.

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