Rex's boot carried all of the weight of his followers, all of the weight of Hiro's demons that wouldn't ******** off, all of the weight of a serpent-sized problem that had no desire to go away and die a peaceful death. Once again, Hiro would lose. Somewhere, Blackjack sat in a cell and probably cut a smirk as this occured, another blade with the name "Kobra" etched into it being prepared to ship out. It was continuing, the pain and suffering and losing. The will to go on, more and more snuffed.
1....2.....3!
"Here is your winner.... REX KOBRA!"
Hiro remained down on the ground, unmoving as the cage started to rise and medical staff rushed out from the back -- and all too familiar a scene for the Ethnic Enigma following his matches.
