Vincent thought that all of the momentum was fully on his side now as he suckered Darian into believing that he had this one all wrapped up with a pretty pink bow and ready to deliver; that everything was under control and that he finally found his revenge against that son of a bitch for EVERYTHING that he had done to him over the short months they had been apart. The betraylas, the lies, the backstabbing, EVERYTHING was now officially going to be over with this one punch, sent from the darkest regions of hell and aiming it squarely between Darian's eyes!

But instead, he found nothing as indicated by his fist striking at nothing but air.

"WHA...?!" Vincent shouted then glanced around, trying to look for Darian. But it all came a second far too late.

The projected amount of force dealt by Darian when he threw that scintillating uppercut was more than enough to launch Vincent about a foot and a half into the air and hung there for maybe a few seconds as his world blacked out. Those few seconds seemed to pass by slowly as Vincent could hear nothing but the sound of his own heartbeat before his massive frame came crashing hard onto the ring floor.

He seemed to lay there for about several seconds with a Krispy Kreme look in his eyes, completely still as flashbacks soon came to pay Vincent's blackened mind a visit. Memories of his girlfriend Sophia cheering him on in whatever fight he was in, the memories of the crowd immediately getting on his side, trying everything in their power to coax him to get up. And oddly enough, there was even a memory of Darian that was cheering him on, telling him to get his big ass up and get the fuck back in there and show him who the real boss was.

No... I can't quit... Vincent's mind echoed. I can't give up now... Not when I'm so close...

"Mmm..." Vincent began to sound as his arms began to twitch before coughing out loudly, sending a slight geyser of red out of his mouth. "Hurrrgh..." He sounded again as he slowly began to roll onto his side and propped himself up onto an elbow and forearm until he carefully came up to a knee, breathing loudly.

"Haaaaaaaah... AHH!" Vincent bellowed before willing himself back up onto his feet and back into this fight, despite his head was ringing from the wicked uppercut.

Slowly, Vincent turned himself around and aimed his eyes of dark brown at Darian once more after cricking the bones in his neck as he cocked his head from side to side before speaking.

"That all you got..." Vincent began while continuing to breathe hard, not taking his eyes off of Darian. "... Rookie?" He concluded.

When he felt his punch connect to Vincent, Darian saw the look in his eyes knowing that he was out. It felt good to be able to catch his breath after all that. Darian was kind of beat himself. Beginning to walk out of the ring. Walking away silently, Darian felt happy to have the feeling of winning the fight, but for some reason it didn't really feel right. It was like he wasn't doing the right thing for some reason. The feeling that Darian was getting now was that something was out of place. Undoing hid wraps with a dissatisfied look on his face he began to walk towards the opening to the cage. He had wanted to beat Vincent's ass for so long and now that he'd felt like he accomplished it he wasn't getting the satisfied feeling like he assumed he would. When he looked down to the ground he had to force himself to see an enemy laying there... No matter how hard he tried to picture an enemy...the only thing he was able to see laying on the ground was a friend...no a brother.

"This ain't right...something about this whole mess just ain't right....I don't feel like I should really be doing this anymore."

Darian stopped mid step, hearing the sounds of stirring behind him. Stopping the unraveling of his wraps, he tied them again. A smile began to show on Darian's face as Vincent got up. "Tough bastard." The man said under his breath as he slowly raised his guard up. Stopping Darian raised his hand to Vincent in a 'hold on a second' fashion. "Vincent...I don't really remember why we started fighting bro. I don't remember you doin anything to me... All these fuckin voices in my ear telling me this and that...I didn't know who to believe. Now I know that it should've been you that I was listening to. I'm sorry bro..." Darian said with a embarrassed look on his face. When he got to thinking about the voices telling him things, his mind snapped to the main one that had always been in his ear. Turning sharply towards the crowd Darian's eye's angrily scanned around the arena, checking every face until he'd found the one he was looking fore. Clinching his fists tight Darian ran towards the fence. The look on Darian's face was one of pure hate and anger.

"YOU!?"

Darian said accusingly at his manager gritting his teeth out of Anger." I know you did it Charles, you turned me and this big bastard against eachother...Why!?" Darian said with no intention of accepting anything other than an explanation. Charles sat there and sighed lighting up a cigar."It's just good money kid, everyone always talked about seeing you two fight. I just made it happen. It's a damn shame I had to rough up that pretty little girl." Charles pointed to the balcany above them with Sophie tied up and beaten pretty badly. She was being held at gun point by a rather large Samoan, he was even bigger than Vincent. Running his tongue along her cheek he smiled down from the heights.


"Now get on with the match, you're making me lose money." Looking at Charles in disgust Darian shook his head." Hell no!" Charles sighed again, it was getting damned hard to find good entertainers now and days." Yo Vinny, I guess I should tell you that I'm the one who snatched your girl. You trained her right youngster, the bitch screams pretty good." Char;es said licking his lips. Standing up he made a quick call before hanging up his phone." Well if you won't fight each other I'll bring some people out that you can fight. A mass of men came running down from the doors all of them obviously trained fighters, they headed quickly to the ring locking the cage behind him."Make it good!" Charles said watching with great pleasure.

Even as the machinations of Vincent's mind began to click themselves back into place after a few moments, he was all set and ready to give it another go with all of his proverbial might behind each and every strike.

That, however, came to a stop when he saw that Darian's hand came up, asking him to stop for a moment and explained the whole situation to him. At that point, Vincent did in fact stop and looked at his hands in confusion. Then just what in the hell were we fighting about...? His mind asked.

"I don't..." He said to himself. "I don't understand any of this myself..." He added, his eyes closing in thought and shaking his head in even more confusion before placing his face in a still-wrapped hand. "What the fuck was this about, anyway...?" He then muttered into his hand before exposing a his bruised and swollen face as he also began to look around, seeing that there was not a sound in the arena that was specially designed for them, taking in the faces of the now silent crowd.

"Wait a second..." He muttered to himself as his eyes narrowed slightly. "What the f - ...!" He was nearly about to complete his rambling when he heard Darian's voice cut through the silence. Looking over, he spotted the middle aged man puffing on a cigar like it was a pacifier of some kind. Then he mentioned something about Sophia being trained right...

Wait a fucking second! He thought as his mind pieced everything together. Looking up, there she was, having her cheek licked by a rather large Samoan, one that looked to be about the size of Umaga in some respects.

When he saw this, Vincent's eyes went wide for but a few seconds before rage once more began to filter in through his body. There was so much furious anger and righteous wrath flooding through his body, that his fists began to quiver and shake. His jaw began to quiver as well as his teeth tightly gripped together and the muscles of his face began to pull, ultimately forming a look on his face that said one thing and one thing only.

Murder.

Vincent was now a man possessed by his own anger as he slowly veered his eyes back to the man that was sitting at the front row, smirking at him and barking an order at Darian to continue the fight. When Darian said no, a surge of humanity had now entered the ring with them and the cage door was locked.

The next sound that was heard was the sound of Vincent letting out a high-volume scream of pure, animalistic rage as he began to charge at the first thing he saw, this being one fighter who would soon feel Vincent's indiscriminate, unbiased and unquenchable wrath.

The fury in Vincent's war cry was enough to get Darian going himself, he knew that if Vincent was acting like that he really wanted to hurt something. Darian was sure that at least a few people would be vegetables before the night was over with. When the large group of hired hands charged it seemed that Vincent had already sprung into action. Even though he had just finished fighting someone like Vincent Darian had more than enough left in him to handle a bunch of third rate hired goons. Now that Darian paid attention to it all of his would be foes where big as hell but they didn't seem to have any high level of skill...No these where all street brawlers and even then they were no where near the caliber of someone like Kimbo Slice. Darian felt highly insulted that Charles felt like this group of punks would be able to handle the likes of himself and Vincent. Raising up his guard he prepared to strike back. Vincent's attack was the signal for Darian himself to jump into action.

" You bunch of pussies think you can take me!? What the hell!? I'm one of the most elite mother fuckers to ever step into a ring, BRING IT ON!"

Darian said going into a fit of anger on his own, taking it out on the first man to near him. The man was a tall man with a sort of built lanky figure. Lunging at him Darian preformed a violent standing kimura to the man's right arm, shattering both his shoulder socket and elbow. Falling to the ground in pain the guy writhed around, every movement making his pain all the more worse. The next man received a hardened shin bone to the side of his left temple. Once he'd fallen to the ground out cold Darian adopted a boxing stance, keeping his elbows tucked and his chin low. Charging forward, the pit bull had been let loose. Fists seemed to be flying everywhere in the ring as Darian delivered as many of his powerful blows to everyone that neared him as he possibly could. The sounds of broken bones and flesh being pounded into a bruised mess along with cries of agony and rage where the only sounds that seemed to be emanating from the ring. The crowd was going absolutely ape shit...

There was no need to describe what was running through Vincent's body at this point, for there was nothing to describe what was him besides the most animalistic fury that was channeling through the body and mind of the raging giant of a man as he literally went to town on his victim, throwing the kinds of blows that ensured a severe concussion or render his opponent legally retarded with each hate-driven strike.

But no. Vincent didn't stop there, even as another low-grade punk tried to pull him off. Reacting purely on adrenaline and instinct, Vincent's right foot suddenly shot out, mashing the sole of his shoe directly into the sternum of that one, damn near coming close to fracturing it in one shot. But luckily for him, the strength of that no-look back kick was actually enough to drive all of the wind out of that individual, flooring him instantly.

But even still, Vincent's rage was not quenched. Vincent waited as two came in on him, trying to take the enraged giant out. However, their dual attempt would be cut short when Vincent lurched forward and literally floor them both with a double-armed clothesline that nearly decapitated the both of them.

"FUCK YOU ALL!!!" Vincent roared, his voice carrying through the arena like so much thunder before the entire warehouse began going batshit insane with bloodlust, wanting more and more.

In a almost machine like manner Darian stepped forward with his left leg, simultaneously out stretching his right arm, finally stepping across with his right leg he swung his body around preforming a spinning back fist on the man who was unfortunate enough to try running up on him. Getting back into a stance Darian resumed his attack getting to the point where the only thing he did was throw powerful overhand rights. Enemies of this caliber where no where near the level needed to fight against Darian. With each punch that connected Darian could feel facial bones cracking through his fist, the sensation delighted him. It appeared that Vincent wasn't going to calm down though. The way Darian saw it he didn't feel like stopping him and these bastards kind of deserved what was coming to them. Running forward Darian executed a flawless round house kick followed up with nerve tagging the neck of another thug to finish of the last of his.

" That the best you got Charlie!? A bunch of bar bums? That shit wasn't even worth my time, now it's your turn to get your ass kicked..."

Darian proclaimed preparing to step out of the ring again, only this time he was stopped by the appearance of two more men entering into the ring. These men had a different aura about them, they seemed to be in much better shape and had a calmer look about them. These where Charlie's elite body gaurds one former Green Beret and one former Marine. Both of them looked formidable, and they obviously had a aura of killing intent about them. The one who walked up to Vincent was a man even smaller than Darian he stood at only 5'6 and weighed only 165 pounds, but he was built like a tree stump. This little guy had a sculpted frame with large back muscles a testament to how hard he was capable of hitting. The man was Latino shown by his brown skil and the texture of his hair, most likely Mexivan from the tattoos on his body. Smirking at Vincent he was happy to be able to fight such a large opponent. Charging towards Vincent the little man went for two leg kicks dancing around with his smaller stature to avoid getting hit by one of those meat hooks Vincent called hands.

Vincent began to look around, searching for the next dumbass that deserved a good thrashing from the enraged man. His next opponent, however, came in the form of someone that had a much more calmer disposition than Vincent had at the present moment. But as hardwired as Vincent was at the present, Vincent was about seconds away from tearing into this smaller but a little more put together fighter.

Vincent had to do everything he had in order to get himself to at least regather his bearings and try to at least get some common sense back into his mind. Besides, there was something about this opponent that stepped in with him that hardly felt as though that this guy was another one of the pushovers that Charles had just sent into the ring. Indeed, Vincent was enraged and had every right to it. But now that one of the elites decided to join the battle, Vincent had to cool off. At least for right now anyway. Afterwards, that fatass Samoan was next. Oh, he was going to enjoy every bit of it when he finally got his hands on him.

Once Vincent had regained enough sense, Vincent put his hands up and waited for the new fighter to come at him, and did he ever! Not long after recieving those two leg kicks, Vincent found himself staggered a little, but not by much. However, that wince was all that the small Mexican needed for a window of opportunity to open when he tried to implement a dragon sleeper from Vincent's back, trying to choke him out with it.

Once Vincent was cinched in, he now had to do everything he could in his power to find a way out of this, despite his entire upper body was bent at an extremely awkward angle. Another thing that he was was beginning to take notice was that the Mexican had now knelt downward, placing the middle of Vincent's upper back on his knee, causing the larger of the two to start swinging his broad arms around wildly as the tiptoes of his feet were arched upwards on the mat.

This was not only an uncomfortable spot to be in, but also a rather dangerous precedent. If Vincent couldn't find his way out of this, then dammit, he wasn't going to hold out for much more as indicated by his face glowing a bright red and his eyes getting blurry.

A faint idea then began to work into Vincent's mind as he held his arms upwards for a moment. He needed to completely fake this guy out if that was what he had to do. After a minute of mental deliberation, Vincent decided to go through with the fakeout.

Slowly, Vincent's arms began to droop downwards as his eyes closed just as slowly, giving the smaller of the two an idea that it was working then pushed him off of his knee placing the carcass of Vincent onto the mat facefirst. However, he began to suspect something. That big SOB should've been able to fight his way out of it, but then again, who was he to argue?

Grinning after a moment, the Mexican walked over to Vincent's laid out form and went to reach down to pick him up. But then again, he wanted to toy with this overgrown bitch for a little more, turning Vincent face up with a push of his foot. Afterwards, he stepped across Vincent's long legs then straddled his stomach, readying to bash Vincent's face in as he laid there.

But that was when Vincent went on the counteroffensive. Suddenly, a large, taped hand shot up and grabbed the smaller fighter by the neck. Afterwards, Vincent's eyes reopened quickly and glared at the Mexican with vengence burning in his eyes.

"Your mama's culu, punyeta!" Vincent snarled before shoving the Mexican away then stood back up to get back into this fight.

As Vincent was fighting his opponent of much smaller stature Darian wasn't surprised by the man's method of attacks. During his terms of doing bodyguard duty for various crime families he'd come across a variety of fighters, one of those happened to be Mexican kick boxers. South of the border they seemed to train harder than most having to fight more often and generally having less to do. Darian was preparing to step in and help Vincent when he noticed his own opponent staring him down. Stopping his step towards Vincent Darian stared the man down receiving an icy hard stare right back. This guy was a stone killer, Darian could tell by the look in his eyes. The man was an even 6'2 taller than Darian by not by as wide a margin as Vincent was. But still this man looked very formidable from his build Darian guessed he weighed about 215 pounds, just a little smaller than himself.

The man had cold blue eyes, the type of eyes someone had after they'd killed a lot of men. Darian knew that he'd have to keep his guard up with this one or he could actually really die. The man he was to be fighting had sandy brown hair cropped short in a military fashion. Looking at his hands Darian noticed that they where taped up. Looking down past the man's cut off army fatigue pants Darian saw that his ankles where wrapped as well. From this Darian could tell that he was capable of using his hands and feet, likely in unison due to the caliber of the aura he was giving off. The man's cold face didn't change as he slowly stepped towards Darian in a manner similar to that of the Terminator. Only stopped once he was within 10 feet of Darian, he prompted Darian to raise his hands. Darian could tell that from this man's height, he was within his striking range.

"I'm am being the sorry... But I ams being paids a lot of money to be breaking you now... It's nothing personal against you...It's only business."

The man spoke with a thick Russain accent causing Darian to slap his hand against his face. Just freaking perfect! Vincent only had to deal with the Mexican kickboxing guy while he got the Russian super soldier dude. It pissed Darian off even more due to the fact that he had just watched Rocky IV the other day. Darian was in no mood to go the route of Apollo Creed any time soon. But still maybe if he asked him nicely Vincent would switch places with him and fight this guy in his stead, there was just something creepy about Russian's to Darian. It was nothing against them, they just made him uncomfortable. Before he could open his mouth to say anything to Vincent about it this man came charging towards him. Darian did not want to let him set the pace, having no time to think he simply reacted. Charging the Russian's space as well he ducked under the round house kick thrown at him, feeling the gust of wind created by such a strong kick brush past his face.



"Phew! What the fuck was that!? That's some power you got in those legs man...I'm gonna have to watch my step ain't I?"


Darian said in a half mocking half serious manner as he began to get excited and into the fight. Charging his opponents space again Darian came with a flying round house kick only to to have it blocked by his opponents forearms. When his kick hit, it felt like he was kicking stone, much to his surprise. That wasn't nearly enough to deter Darian or instill fear into him. The man threw four jabs at Darian only to have them blocked by his elbows. Darian wasn't surprised at how hard he hit, actually expecting a decent amount of power. They exchanged briefly backing up from eachother and circling again. Darian ran forward faking an overhand right and catching his opponent with a flying knee to the face. Once his knee hit Darian felt a sense of accomplishment. His smile slowly faded as he realized that his knee kick didn't have as much effect as he had hoped for. Bracing himself for the impact his head was snapped back by a powerful left hook, his opponent running forward to elbow him int the stomach. Backing up Darian backed into Vincent keeping his hands up. Making a quick joke before his opponent charged.

" Having fun yet?"

Vincent watched as his Mexican opponent began to get up after getting pushed off, not at all liking the kind of talk he used on him previously. Angered at the this, the Mexican fighter assumed a more defiant stance and relaxed his anger, aiming his eyes of brown at Vincent.

At first, Vincent figured he now had a small degree of advantage over the smaller opponent, but when he saw that more focused look on his face, the smirk on his face quickly vanished before he felt something press into his back and heard Darian's voice again.

"Well, if I am a guessing man Dar, my guess is that we should team up one more time in order to take these guys out. How about it? You feel up for a little tag team action?" Vincent asked, looking back at Darian for a moment before glancing back at his opponent.

(Sorry this one's short, but this is all that I can think about.)