Left beaten, bloodied and bruised in a ditch somewhere, @MadMikeMarsbergen lost the Pot 1 Finals of SmackDown: The Second Coming to @torontojim (who later ended up winning the Grand Finals, too). Now he's back to get some revenge on all you competit...
Mike jolted awake with a series of coughs and the metallic tang of blood filled his mouth.
"Don't you touch him," a woman shrieked just as a boot connected with his jaw.
He felt a molar pop out and he spat it and the wad of blood he'd coughed up on the cement floor beside him. The goon the had kicked him chuckled dryly went to stand beside the woman, Sera, who was struggling against the hold the other man kept her in, hands tied behind her back.
"I should've known but of course I'm such a nice, trusting man..." Benton started, his deep voice echoed within the empty warehouse as he came to kneel beside Mike's head. "You took advantage of me Mikey! I mean," he tsked and waved his oversized pistol around the back of Mike's skull, "I made you one my own, the boys call you MadMike, for Christ's sake!"
"Do what you want with me but let Sera go. She ain't got nuthin' to do with five-o," Mike grunted, trying to get to his hands and knees but Benton knocked him back down.
Benton laughed humorously, his goons joining in chorus. "Aw, Mikey... give me some credit, I know you're partners."
"Five-o..." Mikey muttered the safe word again, hoping the wire was still working. He never thought they'd need to use it, the case was supposed to be open and shut yet this was anything but.
Benton knelt down at Mike's head and dangled the gun over his face like one would a toy in front of a baby.
"You stay away from him," Sera shouted, her voice cracking.
Benton looked over to her and shushed her before addressing Mike, "I have an organization to protect Mikey, this is how it has to be. No hard feelings, aye?"
"Ben'in wait..." Mike slurred and reached for the man as he rose to his feet and brought the gun up to aim at Sera.
Her eye twitched. "Fuck you, Benton."
The gunshot was so loud, Mike felt like he could see the sound-waves in the air. Adrenaline kicked in like a speed drug and all at once he felt he was The Flash. Mike side tackled Benton, pressed his knee into Benton's chest as he took the gun away and used it to shoot each of the seven goons in the warehouse. They dropped like sacks of sand and he quickly turned his attention to Benton, the barrel of the gun pressed against the leader's forehead.
"Mikey, hey... listen-"
"No hard feelings..." Mike rasped.
Benton smiled in relief but it didn't last. Mike moved the gun from Benton's head to his crotch and pulled the trigger. As Benton howled in agony, cupping his hands around his groin, Mike crawled over to Sera on his hands and knees and pulled her limp body into his lap. Sera was barely breathing, bleeding from the center of her chest but as her eyes fluttered closed she managed; "MadMike's revenge..."
