What do you care? It's my vest. And my explosives.
by Kevin McKain
McKain could feel the loss already. He knew walking in, hed lose again. How could he compete against these men, these barbaric savages? The Dark Requiem had made chosen his words carefully, aiming to make McKain think. There was no need for words- yet here he was, speaking away. His body broken, his will fading, his energy goneyet McKain was still clawing at the dirt, attempting to escape. It seemed the Dark One hadnt quite snuffed the flame of life from him. Fairchild could read the face of the Darkling, and the annoyance McKain was becoming to him. Kevin reached onwards, as if to chase after the man who was beating him relentlessly into a pulp. The Requiem had yet again lifted McKain, when the General Manager spit a mouthful of blood in his face, temporarily blinding, and definitely pissing off his enemy.
Kevin McKain stood there, his legs weak underneath him, his energy sapped. As the Requiem clawed at his own eyes, he could not defend himself from the brutal shoulder tackle that McKain somehow launched, thrusting TDR against a large Oak tree. The eerie scene on Burial Hill gave McKain the chills yet again, as the wind whipped through the cemetery, and the moonlight simply reflected off the water, through the clouds. Kevin threw a single kick, connecting with the jaw line of his own roster member.
I .........didnt want... this. I.....wanted..... cooperation. That .....was it.
Stunned, the Dark Requiem crawled a foot or so to distance himself, but the GM of StrikeZone had already lost his mind. It had seemed that in his memory of his last match with Red- he realized hed nearly died, and this time, he was going to be certain HE wasnt going to die this time. Another boot to the temple brought his opponent to his face again. TDR attempted once more to crawl away, McKain slowly following, keeping within a good kicking range. Nearing an empty and fresh grave now, McKain grinned wildly. He stepped around TDR and pulled the shovel out. He took great care in his movements, however. TDR was close by, and every breath was painful. It felt as if knives were in his lungs every single breathe he took, and what was more, he knew he wasnt going to stay conscious much longer if he kept this brutal battle going.
He lifted the shovel and twirled it as the Darkling gathered his composure and slowly came to a standing position. McKain wound back with the shovel, and swung so hard he may have easily taken a head from a body, but the Dark Requiem was clearly more skilled, and ducked the shot, coming back up to grab the shovels handle and boot McKain back and into the grave!!!
Candice gasped in shock! She rushed nearby, not close enough to be hurt, but close enough to see the action. TDR turned to her, his eyes resting on her own, as she looked on, pleading from her look to let Kevin live and escape the grave he was about to be sealed in. Neither spoke a word, but the Requiem turned with cold eyes, intending on ending this.
That was- until McKain reached up and struck him with a handful of dirt. The shovel was loose, and in a panic, the injured McKain leapt onto the edge of the grave and scrambled to escape, kicking his feet at the sides, pulling with his hands at everything in sight. Again, TDR turned, and though McKain was unsure by his facial expression whether or not he was frustrated, he felt the impact of his boot on his shoulder, and then the power behind his fist, as his head was pulled up and then struck with a huge right hook.
It was over yet again. McKains beaten body was not going to stand up against his dark foe. The battle had taken its toll, and left him broken on the ground. He moved only slightly, his breaths short and labored, almost forced. His eyes struggled to stay open, and he made every attempt to plant his hands and push himself up...
Too weak to even stand, McKain lay on the ground of Burial Hill silently wondering if this was where he would die