Trigger warning in advance: Rap Lyrics that drop the "N" bomb
The rich among Earth gathered and setup an underground fight club that crossed all borders, countries and seas. Over the last 75 years, hundreds of thousands of matches were held, with millions and billions of all currencies on the line. When those who bet won, it was like ecstasy. A gamblers high, and another gamblers... life. When their own gambling bankrupted them. Well, it was a true and utter shit storm. Their crooked background was brought to the light, their sins and devilish deeds made known.
When the news got a whiff of it, the very next day numerous reports and blogs flooded the news networks. When they were found dead, some with strange markings left behind. It had become known to all the Underground was separate from society's daily life. But their network, and infinite reach was truly terrifying to the average person who worked 9-5, who got paid minimum wage, could barely afford the roof over their heads, let alone bills, groceries, and hobbies and such.
At night, the Underground world ran the scene all over the world. It was a mandatory lock-down. After 9 pm, any who were not in their "prisons" was at threat of being another "moonlight burial." In the mornings, dead bodies were scattered all around town. A sinister version of the Easter Egg Hunts young children participated in, finding plastic wrapped chocolate eggs. And all but the most lucky children, finding the toy prize of these hunts.
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LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! Let me welcome the undefeated Reaper of the underground world. With a stunning career record of 999 wins, 4,500 kills, 0 losses, and 0 forfeits. The Reaper amongst the Underground world, Lyner Lazarus!
🎵 Fuck it we busting at Jake's, fuck it we busting at fakes. Fuck it, we smoke in they face, free smoke when I get in my rage. Of rector, change da picture, flip da scripture. Fuck is wit ya, got ya glitchin, taking shots behind the wall, better run and hide behind ya dogs. Imma pop a adderall, never was I mad at all, fuck it I was mad at all, fuck it never mattered. Dog, feeling like a matador, fuck wit da colorblind, active shooters columbine, n*ggas rocking no mind. Out for blood out for shine. Losing family over lies, frantic n*ggas tryna die levitate ya with my nine. Graduated from the 2 stomping in my cough drops cause you know I got the flu. Wrote another haiku got me feel like raiku n*ggas watching roku n*ggas stupid goku, trying test me oh dude. N*gga hit, no rules, one punch, mo rules, pussy n*gga no use, pussy n*gga see through, goofy n*gga fuck you.
Fireworks boomed into the open sky exploding into formations. Lights went off in arrays and confetti exploded from the cannons at the side of the platform. A young man no more than the age of 18, came out from the tunnel. He was bare chested, 5 feet 11, weighed 85 kilos, and was of a toned and muscular build. His height was perfect for his weight class and muscle mass. It resonated in ways that hostility, the wildness of primal beasts, and bloodlust manifested as an otherworldly aura.
Walking calmly to the football stadium sized ring, Lyner leaped onto the metal cage scaling it effortlessly. Reaching his hand out to grab the top of the cage, Lyner pulled his body up and flipped himself into the ring. Keeping his body parallel with the cage after dropping 15 feet in a free fall, Lyner kicked his legs hitting the cage rattling it loudly, as he used the rebound force to dive into the ring. Landing on his feet steadily and exhaling softly, Lyner raised his left fist into the air.
The crowd cheered at an fervor pitch, their breaths were haggard and eyes filled with insanity. They had come from all over the world to see the Reaper in action. The rumors have long since spread world wide, the brutality and savage nature of the Reaper in the Underground world. And of course the money they dropped in betting on this fight, could bankrupt a smaller sized country.
"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! Tonight is a very special night! In the suspense of Lyner Lazarus being the first in the Undergrounds history to achieve 1,000 victories. We have prepared the world's deadliest killers and armed them to the teeth! They have been injected with a special agent that has awakened their primal urges. They either kill their opponent, or they will die within 15 minutes from the special agent, melting them from the inside!" The announcer proclaimed loudly with the excitement of a junky finding a 20$ bill on Metcalfe street.
"Without further ado. Bring out the killers! For tonight we will see if the Reaper is truly deserving of the title the Underground world has bestowed him!"
Fifteen individuals of different genders, and nationalities were escorted out from the other side of the tunnel, with their hands cuffed behind their backs. The Underground bouncers being 7 feet tall monstrosities, brought the convicts into the open door of the cage. Using the keys to unlock their handcuffs, they kicked the killers in and locked the cage behind them. There was only one way out, killing the opposition.
"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! Without further ado! Let the death match commence!"
A platform in the middle of the ring rose with a table, that had weapons ranging from knives, long daggers, hatchets, axes, picks, crowbars, metal chairs and many more.
Like a herd of stampeding steeds, the killers in a drugged state rushed the table full of weapons. Lyner watched the mad dogs fight with each other over their weapons of choice. Having seen this scene hundreds of times, Lyner was numb and quite frankly didn't give a fuck. He had killed thousands in the Underground world, and thousands more outside of the Underground worlds limits.
Cracking his knuckles, and twisting his neck making various popping and snaps, Lyner rushed into the crowd of armed killer sheep. Tilting his body to the right he avoided a killers uppercut with brass knuckles. Throwing his open hand out to the back of the attackers head, and raising his knee. He shattered the killers nose with a deep and resounding crunch. Then kicked the killer as another one revving a chainsaw, tore through the dazed killers stomach, staining the ring with blood and stomach acid.
Five of the other killers encircled Lyner holding various weapons. Their blood thirsty nature and the poison clouding their last bit of cognitive ability. Didn't even register the fory scene less than 50 feet away from them. The screaming of the other killer only excited them further.
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Rushing forward as his hand snapped out, grabbing the enemies knife wielding hand. Lyner pulled the killer to his front with his other hand reaching to the mans neck. Snapping the hand and kicking the back or the killers leg dropping him to his knee. Lyner chopped into the side of the man's neck with his hand, while his left arm pulled the other killers hand. The killer stumbled as Lyners right knee smashed into his face. Side stepping to his right being on a 45 degree angle to the dropped killer. Lyner kicked the back of his head, then dropped his knee onto the downed mans head. Grabbing the knife off the ground, he stabbed down into his enemies back, and ripped the knife down his back, exerting all his strength he ripped the man open as if he was filleting a dead fish.
Throwing his body back into a backwards somersault, lyner avoided a spike club that would have smashed his head like a watermelon dropped from a high height onto the ground. Hearing feet approaching behind him, Lyner threw both arms back grabbing the attackers ankles. Pulling forward he tripped the killer, as he leaned onto his upper back and shoulders, flipping himself upwards he spun parallel to the ground in a 360, then smashed his elbow down onto the mans ribcage breaking it like brittle bone.
Rolling to the side a Machete nicked Lyners side leaving a shallow cut, drawing a thin line of blood. Getting to his feet quickly, Lyner kicked his leg out and upwards behind him, into a killers family jewels making a loud squelching sound that would make any man shiver and feel the pain.
Ducking down onto one knee, a metal chair flew past his head. Grabbing it from out of the air, Lyner pivoted his center of gravity as he swung the metal chair to his right hand side, into the shin of a nearby killer. Which he then proceeded to open up the chair, throwing the killer to the ground with his neck between the legs of the chair, and stomped down on it. Shattering the mans wind pipe. Spitting on the dying man's body, Lyner ran to the table 200 feet away. Evading, and counterattacking the 8 remaining killers. Lyner reached his destination quickly grabbing 2 daggers, his preferred weapons.
Wielding them in both hands, Lyner got into a hunched pose with his left hand to his chin, and right to his temple. Kicking off the ground, Lyner dropped his body to the ground, while the tips of his toes pushed him forward faster. Denying gravity Lyners speed excelerated as he was like an elevated wooden plank, with all his core strength keeping his body from touching the rings surface. He shot past 2 killers like a lighting bolt, with both daggers ripping through and severing the achilles tendon of his victims. Their heels split open as their momentum threw them forward to the ground.
Lyner used his remaining momentum to throw himself forward in a tumble. Pushing up with both his hands flipping himself back up to his feet after performing a cart wheel. Lyner threw out both his daggers, nailing a unaware man forty feet away in the back of the head with both throwing weapons.
Lyner then grabbed the fist coming to his face, and pulled the attack into his embrace. Raising his elbow he smashed it into the attackers jaw, shuffling behind his attackers body. Lyner put him into a chokehold, flexing his bicep as he slowly squeezed the life out of the assailant.
With both hands in use, Lyner shifted his body as he felt a hammer whoosh past his head, smashing down onto his foot as a loud snap was heard.
Grunting and growling in the pain of his right foot being smashed into a pancake. Lyner ended the man's life as he jerked his whole body, snapping the assailants neck like the sound of bubble wrap. Then he elbowed backwards into his stomachs gut, using his non broken foot to twist his body. Lyner sent a upper cut into the mans throat, leaped up into the air with his good foot as he folded his hands together. And smashed down onto the back of the mans head in a hammer like motion. The man went unconscious still alive, but not for long as Lyner grabbed the dropped hammer. Raising it above his head and smashing it onto his assailants head, recreating that smashed watermelon scenario. Both eyes popped out of the deceased sockets, and rolled out onto the ring before being stomped into paste by the remaining assailants.
Favoring his left side Lyner shifted all his body weight off of his smashed foot. Looking at the remaining few assailants coming his way. Lyner breathed in through his nose slowly, erasing all the noise, the lights, and distractions around him. Exhaling slower than when he breathed in, Lyner's heart started to beat rapidly in succession. From as little as 3 heart beats per second to upwards of 15 per second.
"THUMP!"
Lyner shot forward as he had performed the ritual that had "shut off" all his senses. With dead fish eyes and a rapidly beating heart, Lyner vanished from his spot. That's right, to the normal and untrained human eyes, who have not yet "awakened" It was as off Lyner had disappeared from his spot
The crowd went dead silent as the next scene shocked them to their core. Severed limbs, heads, and explosions of blood erupted out from the remaining assailants. Lyner reappeared behind the fallen assailants, with his body trembling and sweat pouring off of his body like a torrential rain fall. In both of his shaking hands there was 2 daggers. Lyner's muscles and veins twisted, squirmed and flexed uncontrollably across his body. His eye sight was blurry, and his hearing was coming in and out.
The dead silence from the originally shocked crowd exploded into hoots, blood thirsty howls, rapid clapping hands, and screams of vulgarity.
Shaking his head vigorously and forcefully stopping his heart from almost exploding out of his chest. The bodyguards reappeared from the tunnel the convicts came out from. Unlocking the cage and looking at the bloody scene in the ring, then back to the Reaper who was shaking like a leaf, as he struggled to catch his breath and calm his hyper active state.
Lyner's theme song played again as all the bodyguards parted to both sides leaving a path for Lyner to walk, all except for one.
Throwing himself into Lyner as he made his way out from the cage. The man leaned forward whispering to Lyner. "You were told to throw the match and that your life was going to be spared. How foolish of you to deny the bigwigs wishes. Your family will-"
Lyners hand swiped out slitting the bodyguards throat, as the man brought both his hands to his neck. Applying as much pressure as he could to hopelessly prevent his blood from squirting out.
Infusing his lungs with his internal energy, Lyner shouted out loudly above the roaring crowd and music playing.
"Any of those who have lost their bets tonight and dare to retaliate against my family. I will personally hunt you down and eradicate your whole entire lineage. And for those of you watching from the shadows. Don't forget what happened 3 years ago. 5,000 lives were abruptly ended that night. I will not hold myself back a second time!"
Making his exit and going back to the changing room, Lyner stopped his fake act of weakness as a majestic golden aura enveloped his body, healing his smashed foot. Lyner let out an exclamation of relief as he threw himself down on the bench.
A king can of Jack Daniel's Tennesey Honey came flying out from the shadows of the shower room, along with a feminem voice.
"Not bad captain, enjoy the drink after your little exercise session. The rest of us have already evacuated your younger sister to the hideout. The house has already been stripped down, and armed with several tones of explosives. Any poor bastard that enters will be blown to kingdom come!"
Cracking the drink open and chugging it down to wet the whistle. Lyners voice came out as a quiet whisper.
"Dismissed. One more drink first before you leave please."
"Of course captain." The voice hesitated and no drink was thrown out. After gathering up courage and asking the voice sounded out. "Are we expecting retaliation tonight?"
Lyner's eyes were already closed as he was resting to recuperate his energy. Just before this match he had spent the last 3 days and night without sleep completing a dangerous mission.
"Expect to drench the Earth with blood tonight." Lyner's cold voice sounded out. Catching his second drink as he felt his companions presence disappear. Lyner sighed as he finished his second drink with great gusto.
More than 72 hours of no sleep, and 2 alcoholic drinks into his system with an empty stomach. Lyner stretched his body out across the bench, falling into a deep sleep immediately as soon as he relaxed.
Tonight was going to be a bloody nightmare left in his wake. Knowing full well tonight was the night he could put his blood stained hands to rest. Lyner sleeped peacefully and soon snores came from the changing room.
While those snores sounded aloud, the Underground world operated like a machine at full power, in wait for the clock to hit 12:00 the various powers sharpened their weapons, cleaned their guns, checked their ammunition, and hyped each other up for the bloodbath.
Author Notes: If you want to listen to the song the lyrics are from here's a link down below. And if you disliked the lyrics I DEFINITELY do not recommend you listen to it at all. Also please be patient with my grammar, Engrish is not my first language and I still struggle with it 20+ years later. I also cannot promise a steady release as I'm a single father, and work 3 jobs. But if you do decide to read the rest of the mass released chapters, I'd be more than thankful and appreciative of your patience.
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