Post by Cid Phoenix 2013 on Jan 18, 2013 23:46:50 GMT -4
Cid Phoenix sat alone in his living room watching a show called "The Doctors". The day's episode talked about ways for couples to boost their sex drive. He barely paid attention to the program, focusing more on his workout. He was angry with himself for the past few days, after losing to Evan McDonald. He'd made a drastic miscalculation in timing, which led to the upstart McDonald having his hand raised in victory. The events burned inside his mind like a film being played at a matinee, Phoenix exchanging blows with his opponent - who clearly outweighed him by at least twice his own weight.
'Stupid. What the hell was I even thinking?', he thought to himself, as the image of the rafters of the Credit Union Center entered his mind, reminding him of the daze he was in from a Hangman's Neckbreaker just mere seconds before Evan ended the match - and Cid's offense, with his own coup-de-grais, appropriately named "Scottish Pride". Following the match, the rest of the night seemed surreal. The trip back to the hotel was weird, primarily because he wasn't fully recovered enough. The heckling taunts from some of the wrestling fans as he left the arena still swirled faintly in his mind as well, adding the 'salt' on the wound, so to speak.
He exhaled as he let the dumbells fall from his fingers to drop to the floor with a clang. It was almost too much to bear. The first loss back is always the hardest to take - a truth that still haunted him to this day.
"Something's gotta give..", he whispered to himself, as his friend, Rena came into the room.
"What's the matter?", she asked immediately.
She'd known Cid for at least 7 years, and by know could see when something bothered him. They'd been a couple for at least 3 years of the beginning of his career. It was a relationship that did not work, based on the attention that he'd gotten from female fans and the consumption of time. It seemed as if they'd never have a moments peace. It culminated in them amicably separating after midway into their third year as a couple.
"What is this all for?", he said with a sigh.
There it was - the fear, the uncertainty and the confidence that crumbled under pressure. These feelings had manifested during his time wrestling in Las Vegas, where he was constantly made to question his own self-worth.
Rena looked at him, shaking her head.
"Oh, come on! Not this again! Are you gonna start questioning yourself again, Cid?"
The decibel raise in her voice made obvious that she'd gotten angry. Cid raised both eyebrows in surprise as he tilted his head to listen to her.
"You have gone through four to six federations in your entire career, and in every single one, you've shined! And now you lose one match and you start falling apart?"
He hung his head low, preferring rather to look at the floor than meet her gaze. He was ashamed of himself. He'd started to show weakness, a vulnerable side to himself that was uncharacteristic of the entire Cid Phoenix mythos that had developed in the years that he'd been wrestling.
"So what if McDonald snuck a victory over you in your second match back! These things are bound to happen! You're not invincible, Cid! If anything you should be glad that that first loss is out of the way! At least now you have a chance to really put the pedal to the medal and run with the ball. Yes, it was unfortunate, and yeah, alot of your fans got bummed over your loss, but if you continue like this, you're going to wind up just like Tim!"
Tim Timmons. At one time Cid's mentor and one of Cid's best friends, had won his fair share of championships, back when they'd wrestled for the WNA, and then the EWW, before both organizations would go under beneath the bootheel of low attendance records and general disinterest from the fans. Those were what Timmons recalled as 'The Good Ol' Days', when he and Cid Phoenix lit up the night in a series of brutal Glass Tables Matches that had become their 'Specialty Match'. As a result, their names would be forever cemented as the pioneers of these specific types of matches. Following the close of the EWW, Timmons sought to try his hand at success in Las Vegas - a year prior to Cid. Needless to say, Las Vegas made it apparent that there was no room for a dyslexic ex-champion with dreams of conquest. His spirit crushed, Timmons would retire at the early age of 34.
Memories flooded his mind. He was really young, just barely out of his 20's when he first stepped out onto the spotlight. He was an 'arrogant, pompous, self-absorbed jerk', as promoter, Milton Peel had referred to him back in the WNA era. Milton had also said of him that he was 'The last great shining light of the WNA', recognizing that the young Cid had a level of excitement that was second to none in that once-great company. Their main eventers had all but retired, due to disinterest or simply because they couldn't cut the mustard anywhere else, but not Cid. 'Cid the Kid' - as he was often jokingly called all those years back then, would continue to seek out his fortunes in other companies, and he would shine. He would dive facefirst into the challenge of anyone who said that he wasn't good enough and would shed blood, sweat and tears to prove them all wrong. Time and again he suceeded where others would just give up or fail, and this was what kept him in good graces with his peers, critics and fans alike. He'd done well for himself since. A simple loss certainly wasn't going to knock him off of his perch.
"Well? Aren't you going to say anything?"
Cid snapped out of his own thoughts to see Rena standing there, arms crossed and glaring at him. He chuckled, as
he approached her, giving her a soft kiss on her forehead.
"Thank you.", he said, walking off.
He'd gotten his long black leather duster and was out the door, as she grinned and stamped her foot.
"Go get 'em, Firebird!"
2 Hours later...
Cid Phoenix walked into the gym, walked downstairs to an area that was dimly lit. As he approached the ring that sat
in the middle of a big room, a voice from his left spoke..
"Your late, Buddy.."
Phoenix turned to see Tim Timmons sitting in a corner, mildly annoyed. With a grin, Phoenix walked over and grasped
Timmon's hand and hoisted him up to his feet. With a grunt, Timmons eyed him sighed - citing his disappointment.
"How ya doin', Kid?", he asked as he pat Cid on his back.
"I'm surprisingly okay.", smiled Phoenix.
"That's good to hear..", said Timmons. ", Because after last weeks debacle, we're definitely gonna have to work on your
offensive style."
"Yeah, about that--"
Timmons held up a hand, stifling his young protege.
"I don't wanna hear it. You lost last week, but that was last week. This week you've got your hands full with a hellion who's
named Lisa Lyons. I wanna make sure that what happened last week, doesn't happen this week."
Phoenix quietly nodded his head, and listened.
"Now, a few things I noticed about you last week were your lack of focus. It was as if you weren't even there, but your butt was definitely in the ring getting pummeled by the likes of Evan McDonald. We don't want that to happen this week with this Lisa
Lyons, so you're going thru the Tim Timmons crash course!"
Phoenix looked around seeing no one.
"Wait, where's Juan?"
Juan Ladron was his usual training partner. A master 'rudo' at lucha libre style of wrestling. He'd been Phoenix's standard training partner for years. Yet he was nowhere to be seen.
A wicked grin crossed Timmons' face.
"I gave Juan the night off to go chase some senoritas at the local nightclub. It's gonna be you and me training this time."
The look on Cid's face was reminiscent of the kid who got the shortest straw. It was going to be a long night. If there was anything to be said of a Tim Timmons training session, it was that it was brutal, rigorous and strenuous. Timmons wasn't one to suffer laziness or coddle crybaby's. He was your typical catch-as-catch can, Greco-Roman, toss you around the ring like a lion playing with his food - before he twisted you up in knots and had you screaming for dear life as you tapped on the mat like your life depended on it.
Cid sighed, and then smiled.
"What are you so smug about?", said Timmons with a growl.
"Nothing. It's an honor that you're training me after such a long time."
"Hey, I trained you in the beginning. Me and Blob - God rest his soul. It should be me to prepare you to go out there and do what it is that you do best! Now get in this here ring, 'cause we're gonna go over everything and cover all the bases until I'm satisfied that you're ready to face your opponent this week!"
"Awesome!", whispered Cid, as he climbed through the ropes.
1 Hour Later..
Cid sat against one of the four corners of the ring, lungs on fire. Diagonally across from him stood Timmons, jogging in place with an ever so wicked smile etched upon his face.
"Is that it, Kid?", he chuckled.
Already, over the course of an hour - Timmons, had hip-tossed him directly into all of the four turnbuckles, reversed his Phoenix Down into a flowing reverse DDT, and blocked him on any and all attempts to execute his turning Frog Splash. Phoenix fiddled with a tooth that got knocked loose from a sickening drop toe hold that sent him crashing facefirst onto the second turnbuckle, which is why he called a quick timeout and sat back against the same turnbuckle, frustrated and confused. If one thing was evident here, it was that Timmons himself had been training all on his own, and hadn't missed a beat.
"Geez, I can't believe you're this much of a damned tenderfoot!", laughed Timmons. "This chick is gonna wipe the damned floor with you!"
With a sneer, and using the ring ropes, Phoenix pulled himself up. He took a deep breath and advanced, as did Timmons. Both men circled eachother, each man eager for an opening in the other's defense.
"Are you ready Cidney? Here comes the pai--"
The unthinkable happened. The inconceivable happened, but it happened. Cid crashed right into Timmons and sent them both crashing out onto the ringside floor.
"What the hell was tha--", began Timmons, interrupted by a running knee to the face that spun the man around and down into a fetal position.
Timmons shook his head and glanced ever so quickly as Phoenix's frustration boiled over and led to a violent tantrum that included bashing his forehead into a mirror and smashing a nearby sink with an axehandle.
"Oh, No..", he said to himself.
Timmons had seen this tantrum before, back when in WNA, and then once more in EWW. When Phoenix began to doubt himself, and the frustration was so high, he would completely lose it, or go berserk in this case. The last time this has happened was during their 3rd Glass Tables Match, which took place inside a 15 foot high Steel Cage in Detroit Michigan. Phoenix eventually broke their tie by giving Timmons a half nelson bulldog off the top of the cage and through 3 stacked glass tables below. Both men were out completely, but Phoenix landed atop of Timmons, allowing the frightened referee to mercifully count the pinfall. Neither man would return to the ring for at least 2 months.
Timmons, crawled over to a water bottle that he'd seen sticking out from Phoenix's duffel bag and grabbed it, just as Cid was stalking over to him, breathing heavily with eyes full of fire. Phoenix grabbed Timmons by the back of his shirt, just as Timmons opened the cap and splashed Phoenix in the face.
"Cid!!! It's Me, It's Tim!!!", he screamed out as Cid let go of him and backed away, wiping the water from his face.
It took several seconds for Phoenix to realize what he'd done. His voice quivered as he spoke.
"I-I uh, I-I'm sorry, man. I gotta get outta here."
Phoenix ran upstairs and out into the street, as Timmons, collected himself, leaning back against the ring apron.
"Good lord. He's worse than I thought. He cannot be allowed to face Lisa Lyons. The man's snapped."
5 MINUTES LATER
Rena came running into the gym, making a beeline downstairs, where Timmons was being tended to by some of the staff.
"Tim!,", she cried. ", Thank God you're alright! What happened?"
"It's all my fault.", he said. "I should've realized how much pressure he's been under since coming back to wrestling. I taunted him, Rena. I taunted him and he just.. he snapped. Oh, God what have I done!"
Rena hugged Timmons, tears welling in her eyes. Cid Phoenix was like family to both of them, and they neglected to see what he'd been dealing with. She felt angry with herself for not seeing it, especially being someone who knew Cid so well. And now, he was gone. Out on the streets alone, in Lord only knew what kind of mental state. She cursed under her breath, as Timmons grabbed onto her and looked at her in her eyes.
"He can't face Lisa Lyons, Rina. He just can't. He'd snap. I just know it. She wouldn't be able to--"
"Shhh..", comforted Rena. ", It's going to be okay. I'll go out and find him and I'll talk to him, that's all.."
"No!", shouted Tim. "You can't! There's something about Cid that you don't know..."
"Don't worry, Tim.", she said. "He won't hurt me. I can bring him back."
With that, Rena walked out of the room, leaving a shaken Timmons calling out to her.
4 HOURS LATER..
Rena knocked on the door. After a almost a minute of knocking, the sound of the lock and the door being left ajar made her rethink the decision of walking in.
She did so anyway.
He was dressed in black slacks with a white button up shirt, formal wear which was quite uncharacteristic - especially for him.
"What.. what's happening to you?"
His eyes stabbed in her direction.
"We're just fine, Rena. Don't worry about us."
She shook her head, somewhat confused.
"What are you talking about? You beat the daylights outta Tim and--"
"Anything broken?", he asked casually.
She looked at him, not sure what was happening just now.
"He's fine.. Why are you dress--"
"It's a damned shame, really. I would've liked to crack his fool head like a walnut.."
She couldn't believe what she was hearing. He was dressed completely different, not the usual rocker style he wore for years.
Even his voice was different. Something was terribly wrong. The situation was much worse than she had anticipated, and quite frankly, it scared her.
"Cid, why are you--"
"You're boring the hell out of me, woman. Please get the hell out now and don't let the door hit your ass on the way out!"
As he ushered her out, she turned to face him, and saw the expression. The cold, void expression with a slightest hint of annoyance for her presence.
"But your match.. Tim says that you can't--"
He drew his face near to hers and squeezed her cheeks hard with one hand. He brought her face ever so closely and said almost in a whisper..
"I wouldn't worry about Lisa Lyons if I were you. She is going to know brutality and defeat just like I did! They ALL will know brutal defeat! We will give it to them!"
He shoved her back hard against the wall and shut the door.
Rena stood staring at the door in shock. What in the world happened to Cid Phoenix?
(The End...For Now.)
'Stupid. What the hell was I even thinking?', he thought to himself, as the image of the rafters of the Credit Union Center entered his mind, reminding him of the daze he was in from a Hangman's Neckbreaker just mere seconds before Evan ended the match - and Cid's offense, with his own coup-de-grais, appropriately named "Scottish Pride". Following the match, the rest of the night seemed surreal. The trip back to the hotel was weird, primarily because he wasn't fully recovered enough. The heckling taunts from some of the wrestling fans as he left the arena still swirled faintly in his mind as well, adding the 'salt' on the wound, so to speak.
He exhaled as he let the dumbells fall from his fingers to drop to the floor with a clang. It was almost too much to bear. The first loss back is always the hardest to take - a truth that still haunted him to this day.
"Something's gotta give..", he whispered to himself, as his friend, Rena came into the room.
"What's the matter?", she asked immediately.
She'd known Cid for at least 7 years, and by know could see when something bothered him. They'd been a couple for at least 3 years of the beginning of his career. It was a relationship that did not work, based on the attention that he'd gotten from female fans and the consumption of time. It seemed as if they'd never have a moments peace. It culminated in them amicably separating after midway into their third year as a couple.
"What is this all for?", he said with a sigh.
There it was - the fear, the uncertainty and the confidence that crumbled under pressure. These feelings had manifested during his time wrestling in Las Vegas, where he was constantly made to question his own self-worth.
Rena looked at him, shaking her head.
"Oh, come on! Not this again! Are you gonna start questioning yourself again, Cid?"
The decibel raise in her voice made obvious that she'd gotten angry. Cid raised both eyebrows in surprise as he tilted his head to listen to her.
"You have gone through four to six federations in your entire career, and in every single one, you've shined! And now you lose one match and you start falling apart?"
He hung his head low, preferring rather to look at the floor than meet her gaze. He was ashamed of himself. He'd started to show weakness, a vulnerable side to himself that was uncharacteristic of the entire Cid Phoenix mythos that had developed in the years that he'd been wrestling.
"So what if McDonald snuck a victory over you in your second match back! These things are bound to happen! You're not invincible, Cid! If anything you should be glad that that first loss is out of the way! At least now you have a chance to really put the pedal to the medal and run with the ball. Yes, it was unfortunate, and yeah, alot of your fans got bummed over your loss, but if you continue like this, you're going to wind up just like Tim!"
Tim Timmons. At one time Cid's mentor and one of Cid's best friends, had won his fair share of championships, back when they'd wrestled for the WNA, and then the EWW, before both organizations would go under beneath the bootheel of low attendance records and general disinterest from the fans. Those were what Timmons recalled as 'The Good Ol' Days', when he and Cid Phoenix lit up the night in a series of brutal Glass Tables Matches that had become their 'Specialty Match'. As a result, their names would be forever cemented as the pioneers of these specific types of matches. Following the close of the EWW, Timmons sought to try his hand at success in Las Vegas - a year prior to Cid. Needless to say, Las Vegas made it apparent that there was no room for a dyslexic ex-champion with dreams of conquest. His spirit crushed, Timmons would retire at the early age of 34.
Memories flooded his mind. He was really young, just barely out of his 20's when he first stepped out onto the spotlight. He was an 'arrogant, pompous, self-absorbed jerk', as promoter, Milton Peel had referred to him back in the WNA era. Milton had also said of him that he was 'The last great shining light of the WNA', recognizing that the young Cid had a level of excitement that was second to none in that once-great company. Their main eventers had all but retired, due to disinterest or simply because they couldn't cut the mustard anywhere else, but not Cid. 'Cid the Kid' - as he was often jokingly called all those years back then, would continue to seek out his fortunes in other companies, and he would shine. He would dive facefirst into the challenge of anyone who said that he wasn't good enough and would shed blood, sweat and tears to prove them all wrong. Time and again he suceeded where others would just give up or fail, and this was what kept him in good graces with his peers, critics and fans alike. He'd done well for himself since. A simple loss certainly wasn't going to knock him off of his perch.
"Well? Aren't you going to say anything?"
Cid snapped out of his own thoughts to see Rena standing there, arms crossed and glaring at him. He chuckled, as
he approached her, giving her a soft kiss on her forehead.
"Thank you.", he said, walking off.
He'd gotten his long black leather duster and was out the door, as she grinned and stamped her foot.
"Go get 'em, Firebird!"
2 Hours later...
Cid Phoenix walked into the gym, walked downstairs to an area that was dimly lit. As he approached the ring that sat
in the middle of a big room, a voice from his left spoke..
"Your late, Buddy.."
Phoenix turned to see Tim Timmons sitting in a corner, mildly annoyed. With a grin, Phoenix walked over and grasped
Timmon's hand and hoisted him up to his feet. With a grunt, Timmons eyed him sighed - citing his disappointment.
"How ya doin', Kid?", he asked as he pat Cid on his back.
"I'm surprisingly okay.", smiled Phoenix.
"That's good to hear..", said Timmons. ", Because after last weeks debacle, we're definitely gonna have to work on your
offensive style."
"Yeah, about that--"
Timmons held up a hand, stifling his young protege.
"I don't wanna hear it. You lost last week, but that was last week. This week you've got your hands full with a hellion who's
named Lisa Lyons. I wanna make sure that what happened last week, doesn't happen this week."
Phoenix quietly nodded his head, and listened.
"Now, a few things I noticed about you last week were your lack of focus. It was as if you weren't even there, but your butt was definitely in the ring getting pummeled by the likes of Evan McDonald. We don't want that to happen this week with this Lisa
Lyons, so you're going thru the Tim Timmons crash course!"
Phoenix looked around seeing no one.
"Wait, where's Juan?"
Juan Ladron was his usual training partner. A master 'rudo' at lucha libre style of wrestling. He'd been Phoenix's standard training partner for years. Yet he was nowhere to be seen.
A wicked grin crossed Timmons' face.
"I gave Juan the night off to go chase some senoritas at the local nightclub. It's gonna be you and me training this time."
The look on Cid's face was reminiscent of the kid who got the shortest straw. It was going to be a long night. If there was anything to be said of a Tim Timmons training session, it was that it was brutal, rigorous and strenuous. Timmons wasn't one to suffer laziness or coddle crybaby's. He was your typical catch-as-catch can, Greco-Roman, toss you around the ring like a lion playing with his food - before he twisted you up in knots and had you screaming for dear life as you tapped on the mat like your life depended on it.
Cid sighed, and then smiled.
"What are you so smug about?", said Timmons with a growl.
"Nothing. It's an honor that you're training me after such a long time."
"Hey, I trained you in the beginning. Me and Blob - God rest his soul. It should be me to prepare you to go out there and do what it is that you do best! Now get in this here ring, 'cause we're gonna go over everything and cover all the bases until I'm satisfied that you're ready to face your opponent this week!"
"Awesome!", whispered Cid, as he climbed through the ropes.
1 Hour Later..
Cid sat against one of the four corners of the ring, lungs on fire. Diagonally across from him stood Timmons, jogging in place with an ever so wicked smile etched upon his face.
"Is that it, Kid?", he chuckled.
Already, over the course of an hour - Timmons, had hip-tossed him directly into all of the four turnbuckles, reversed his Phoenix Down into a flowing reverse DDT, and blocked him on any and all attempts to execute his turning Frog Splash. Phoenix fiddled with a tooth that got knocked loose from a sickening drop toe hold that sent him crashing facefirst onto the second turnbuckle, which is why he called a quick timeout and sat back against the same turnbuckle, frustrated and confused. If one thing was evident here, it was that Timmons himself had been training all on his own, and hadn't missed a beat.
"Geez, I can't believe you're this much of a damned tenderfoot!", laughed Timmons. "This chick is gonna wipe the damned floor with you!"
With a sneer, and using the ring ropes, Phoenix pulled himself up. He took a deep breath and advanced, as did Timmons. Both men circled eachother, each man eager for an opening in the other's defense.
"Are you ready Cidney? Here comes the pai--"
The unthinkable happened. The inconceivable happened, but it happened. Cid crashed right into Timmons and sent them both crashing out onto the ringside floor.
"What the hell was tha--", began Timmons, interrupted by a running knee to the face that spun the man around and down into a fetal position.
Timmons shook his head and glanced ever so quickly as Phoenix's frustration boiled over and led to a violent tantrum that included bashing his forehead into a mirror and smashing a nearby sink with an axehandle.
"Oh, No..", he said to himself.
Timmons had seen this tantrum before, back when in WNA, and then once more in EWW. When Phoenix began to doubt himself, and the frustration was so high, he would completely lose it, or go berserk in this case. The last time this has happened was during their 3rd Glass Tables Match, which took place inside a 15 foot high Steel Cage in Detroit Michigan. Phoenix eventually broke their tie by giving Timmons a half nelson bulldog off the top of the cage and through 3 stacked glass tables below. Both men were out completely, but Phoenix landed atop of Timmons, allowing the frightened referee to mercifully count the pinfall. Neither man would return to the ring for at least 2 months.
Timmons, crawled over to a water bottle that he'd seen sticking out from Phoenix's duffel bag and grabbed it, just as Cid was stalking over to him, breathing heavily with eyes full of fire. Phoenix grabbed Timmons by the back of his shirt, just as Timmons opened the cap and splashed Phoenix in the face.
"Cid!!! It's Me, It's Tim!!!", he screamed out as Cid let go of him and backed away, wiping the water from his face.
It took several seconds for Phoenix to realize what he'd done. His voice quivered as he spoke.
"I-I uh, I-I'm sorry, man. I gotta get outta here."
Phoenix ran upstairs and out into the street, as Timmons, collected himself, leaning back against the ring apron.
"Good lord. He's worse than I thought. He cannot be allowed to face Lisa Lyons. The man's snapped."
5 MINUTES LATER
Rena came running into the gym, making a beeline downstairs, where Timmons was being tended to by some of the staff.
"Tim!,", she cried. ", Thank God you're alright! What happened?"
"It's all my fault.", he said. "I should've realized how much pressure he's been under since coming back to wrestling. I taunted him, Rena. I taunted him and he just.. he snapped. Oh, God what have I done!"
Rena hugged Timmons, tears welling in her eyes. Cid Phoenix was like family to both of them, and they neglected to see what he'd been dealing with. She felt angry with herself for not seeing it, especially being someone who knew Cid so well. And now, he was gone. Out on the streets alone, in Lord only knew what kind of mental state. She cursed under her breath, as Timmons grabbed onto her and looked at her in her eyes.
"He can't face Lisa Lyons, Rina. He just can't. He'd snap. I just know it. She wouldn't be able to--"
"Shhh..", comforted Rena. ", It's going to be okay. I'll go out and find him and I'll talk to him, that's all.."
"No!", shouted Tim. "You can't! There's something about Cid that you don't know..."
"Don't worry, Tim.", she said. "He won't hurt me. I can bring him back."
With that, Rena walked out of the room, leaving a shaken Timmons calling out to her.
4 HOURS LATER..
Rena knocked on the door. After a almost a minute of knocking, the sound of the lock and the door being left ajar made her rethink the decision of walking in.
She did so anyway.
He was dressed in black slacks with a white button up shirt, formal wear which was quite uncharacteristic - especially for him.
"What.. what's happening to you?"
His eyes stabbed in her direction.
"We're just fine, Rena. Don't worry about us."
She shook her head, somewhat confused.
"What are you talking about? You beat the daylights outta Tim and--"
"Anything broken?", he asked casually.
She looked at him, not sure what was happening just now.
"He's fine.. Why are you dress--"
"It's a damned shame, really. I would've liked to crack his fool head like a walnut.."
She couldn't believe what she was hearing. He was dressed completely different, not the usual rocker style he wore for years.
Even his voice was different. Something was terribly wrong. The situation was much worse than she had anticipated, and quite frankly, it scared her.
"Cid, why are you--"
"You're boring the hell out of me, woman. Please get the hell out now and don't let the door hit your ass on the way out!"
As he ushered her out, she turned to face him, and saw the expression. The cold, void expression with a slightest hint of annoyance for her presence.
"But your match.. Tim says that you can't--"
He drew his face near to hers and squeezed her cheeks hard with one hand. He brought her face ever so closely and said almost in a whisper..
"I wouldn't worry about Lisa Lyons if I were you. She is going to know brutality and defeat just like I did! They ALL will know brutal defeat! We will give it to them!"
He shoved her back hard against the wall and shut the door.
Rena stood staring at the door in shock. What in the world happened to Cid Phoenix?
(The End...For Now.)
