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The streets were filled with darkness for all lights were out. All the lamp posts were either shattered or had long sinced burnt out. The ground was littered with trash which many were simply too lazy to search a trash can for. One of the buildings in front of such a quiet street burst open. A drunken man was kicked out of the bar.
"Urgh..." the drunk threw out all over the street. Then he wiped his greasy lips and went back to hitting the bottle he still had in his hand.
One month ago...
"A german suplex! Zombie boy's going for a german suplex!" The announcer shouted as he looked on with excitement. Loud cheers filled the underground arena. The spectators cheered on the fighter whom they bet on. Many of them were either stupid enough or courageous enough to bet a small fortune on them. The odds were 7:3 against Zombie boy.
"Heh heh... that should've hurt you," Zombie boy quickly whirled around in time to face his opponent whom was down face flat on the ground. The young wrestler was around 6ft 3in with rippling muscles and the body frame of a heavy weight. He wore grey army pants that reached down just past his knees. On each hand he wore black bike gloves along with a metal bracelet on his left wrist. He had silver grey, long hair that reached past his ears. His face was painted with black and white to create a skeletal look.
"I... give up..." the opponent groaned as he slowly raised his hand into the air. He was very close to 7 feet tall and appeared to have a lot more muscle than Zombie boy. However, the fact was was that he lost and he admitted to it.
"I see..." Zombie boy smirked as he grabbed hold of his defeated opponent's hand. All of a sudden, he sent a kick right into the opponent's face. Many cheers were mixed in with jeers at the act of poor sportsmanship.
*Death scene taken out*
"Uh... winner... Zombie boy!" The ref shouted as he lifted the young wrestler's fist into the air. Even more cheers and jeers filled the air. After 3K was pressed into Zombie boy's hand, the victor left the arena.
*****
"Eugene, congrats on your win today, baby," a female's voice spoke out as soon as the apartment door slammed shut.
"Hey Sandy," Eugene replied as he entered the living room with his suitcase in hand. He threw the 3K he had in his hand onto the coffee table. The paint that was on his face was washed away revealing a young, but rough looking face. He looked to be around in his twenties. He had on a leather jacket over his grey army pants. Around his neck was a metal crucifix. He set that down on the table as well. "How'd you know I won?"
"Cindy told me over the phone," Sandy replied as she held up her cell phone. She placed it back on the coffee table.
"Heh... heard she made twice the amount I did," Eugene smirked.
"Did you remember to lock the door this time?" Sandy quirked her eyebrow up at the young man. She wore a white tank top and miniskirt. Her slim arms were thrown back behind the couch jutting her 32C breasts out. Her pixie short, strawberry blond hair was brushed aside as she leaned forward. She was petite, but at the same time she was lithe and had an athletic built to her body. She had very soft, pale skin and looked to be around her early twenties. Her sensual red lips parted as her fingers hooked into Eugene's pants. She looked up with her piercing, emerald green eyes and said, "you know it was pretty embarrassing when that pizza guy showed up, right?"
"Don't worry, I locked this time," Eugene assured her as he brushed Sandy's hair back and stared back down into her eyes. He helped her with his belt to speed up the process. His tool was already standing in salute when the pants were undone.
"Mmm..." Sandy smiled as she reached out with her hands and grabbed the cock. She pressed her lips against the shaft and started leaving butterfly kisses. At the same time, her fingers gently massaged the base, making her way down to the balls.
"Urgh..." Eugene grunted in pleasure as he felt the girl's tongue come in contact with his cock. His hands gripped the back of Sandy's head as if urging her to let the cock enter her mouth. After what seemed like forever, Sandy finally opened her mouth and gently slide the cock in. Her left hand was pressed against the small of Eugene's back while the other played around with the balls.
"Oh yeah..." Sandy moaned as she began to furiously massage the balls in her hand. She leaned closer and allowed more of the cock to enter her mouth. She only allowed just enough before it could hit the back of her throat. Her head moved back and forth while her tongue worked feverishly. When she felt the precum begin to leak out, she stopped. Her finger waggled in front of Eugene's face. "Nuh uh... not yet."
She sat back into the seat of her couch and made a motion for the man to follow. She pulled her legs up onto the couch, hiked up her skirt, and slowly spread them revealing her pussy. She fingered herself for the man until her juices started flowing. Eugene bent down and climbed onto the couch on top of Sandy. His finger came down and replaced Sandy's finger. His finger was soon replaced by his cock.
"Oh yeah!" Sandy groaned in pleasure as soon as she felt the tool enter her. She bucked forward to get more of it into her. Eugene began to thrust in and out while Sandy pushed her hips up and down to meet his rhythm. Juices started flowing down Sandy's pussy and across her ass crack.
In order to spread her pussy out more, she lifted her legs up against her shoulders and held them there. Eugene bent down even further to help pin the legs against Sandy. This way, he was able to thrust in and out with more precision and speed. Both of them grunted with effort as they met each other's rhythm with great synchronization.
"I'm... c...I'm CCCOCOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!" Sandy shrieked as she orgasmed. Eugene's cock throbbed with excitement at the same time indicating that he also orgasmed. He quickly pulled it out and sprayed it all over the girl's legs. When both of them calmed down enough, Eugene leaned down and pressed his lips against Sandy's. They kissed.
"So... when are you going to retire?" Sandy asked as soon as they broke the kiss.
"What?" Eugene blinked at the sudden question. He pulled away and looked down with surprise written all over his face.
"I mean... well... you know... I was just wondering," Sandy replied. "I know how much you like fighting, but it's not exactly a very stable job."
"What brought this on all of a sudden?" Eugene asked.
"We've been together for almost three years, I realized because our anniversary's near!" Sandy exclaimed as she pulled herself up against the arm of the couch.
"Anniversary? For when we first met?" Eugene asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Yes... so..." Sandy looked away, her face all red. "Isn't it about time..."
"Not right now or anytime soon," Eugene replied as he stood up with a stern look on his face. "Don't think so much about these things. Isn't what we already have good enough?"
"It's not just that..." Sandy replied with a low voice. "What if... what if... something happens to you?"
"Nothing will happen to me, I'm the champ, remember?" Eugene smirked as his hand rustled Sandy's hair. He turned away from her and went to take a shower.
*****
One week later... Sandy died in a car crash.
*****
"Hurk..." Eugene threw up all over the sidewalk yet again. He staggered along the empty street with his bottle of beer in hand. His eyes turned towards a familiar shop. In the display case was a manequin wearing a wedding dress.
*Flash*...
"Hey, Eugene, do you think I'd look pretty in that?" Sandy joked as she pointed teasingly at a mannequin wearing a wedding dress on display.
"Let's keep walking," Eugene replied as he grabbed Sandy by the wrist to pull her away.
"Come on... it's going to happen... right?" Sandy asked as she tugged back to stop Eugene. "You'll also quit wrestling, right?"
"Uh... sure... after we get married," Eugene replied as he pulled Sandy along. However, as soon as he did, his right glove fell off revealing a nasty scar.
"Oh... oh my god!" Sandy exclaimed as she clutched Eugene's hand. Questions came afterwards... as usual. "How did this happen?" "Did you get into a street fight?" "Were you hiding this from me?"
"It's nothing," Eugene growled as he tried to pull his hand away. "I got it from last night's fight. Some punk brought a knife with him, that's all."
"A knife? It could've been a gun!" Sandy screamed in horror as she pulled back.
"Will you let go already?!" Eugene growled angrily as he pushed Sandy away... onto... the... street... right... into... a... speeding... car...
*End of flashback*
"GGGAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" Eugene screamed in agony at the memory and hurled his bottle right through the glass of the display case.
"My my... such anger," a vaguely familiar voice smirked.
Eugene quickly whirled around in time to face the wrestler he killed a month back. His eyes went wide, "no... I killed you... I remember it..."
"Well, let's just say I had a little resurrection," the taller man smirked against as he stretched his right arm. Suddenly, he dashed forth with a head on tackle.
"Oof..." Eugene flew backwards right through the hole he made in the display case earlier.
"Heh heh... you've gone soft," the taller man remarked as he climbed into the store after his prey. He grabbed the youngster by the collar, then slammed his head right into the floor. "What's ah matter? Can't fight? Mr. Wuss miss his puss? The slut's probably in down hell doing it with the devil. She's probably enjoying every moment of it too. Can't you hear her screams of joy? Can't you hear her grunts while she fucks..."
"Rah!" Eugene's feet clamped against either side of his opponent's head, then slammed the head right down into the ground. As soon as he straightened himself out, he jumped on top of his opponent's chest and commenced punching the crap out of him. However, he was stopped short when he found himself thrown off and their positions reversed.
"Heh heh heh..." the taller man grabbed his opponent by the leg and began swinging him around and around and around... then released. Eugene found himself flying through the air... through the hole again... and out on the street.
"Guh..." Eugene staggered to his feet, blood pouring out of his forehead. He brought his fists up and prepared to face the man he thought was dead.
"Time to die, little man," the taller man smirked as he climbed out of the store and approached the younger wrestler. He dashed forth and tried to grab Zombie boy by the neck.
"I... think... NOT!!!" Zombie boy growled as he purposely fell backwards. He grabbed his opponent's wrists as he fell and brought his right leg up against his chest. Once his back was against the ground, he pressed his foot right up against the taller man's stomach and released the wrists. The alledgely more experienced wrestler was sent flying over Zombie boy's head and into the wall behind.
*Clap* *clap* *clap*
Eugene quickly sat up and looked around for the source of the applause. He looked up in time to see a green haired ninja drop down from above.
"That was purely golden," Goro commented as he reached his hand out to help Eugene up.
"Who the hell are you?" Eugene growled.
"Ah... I see... want to be that way, huh?" Goro smirked as he pulled his hand away. He stretched it back out, but this time there was a card. "Let's see now... I'm here to recruit people into this underground tournament. You see, that 'fighter' over there was supposed to be chosen. However... well... he lost to you and this tournament is for the strongest. If you're stronger, then you should be invited."
"Forget it," Eugene growled as he pushed the card away. "I quit illegal wrestling... fighting... whatever you wanna call it."
"Hmm... boss won't be pleased..." Goro smirked as he touched his chin thoughtfully. "The prize is quite a lot, but you won't be interested in that now would you?"
"No," Eugene simply replied. He saw how much the prize money was from a glance at the card. "Still not interested even if it prize were a hundred trillion."
"Then... how bout resurrection? We'll bring back the life of anyone of your choice," Goro grinned devilishly.
"You... can do that?" Eugene's eyes went wide showing a glint of hope.
"Of course, we brought that guy back to life, right?" Goro replied with a grin on his face. He threw the card up into the air and let it drop to the ground as he walked away. "Let me know if you change your mind."
"....." Eugene looked down at the card in astonishment. He couldn't really believe it... but even the slightest... a prank... no... but what if... what if... better pick it up... just in case. Not a lot to lose anyways... now that Sandy's gone.
Energy type: Earth
Name: Eugene Eugene
Age: 28
Location: New Jersey, United States.
Battle level: 885bp
strength: AA
speed: A
defense: B+
spirit: D
Goal: To resurrect his beloved dead Sandy.
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