Day Two

[Strazio Rockwell]

“We actually fucking won, hell yeah!” I shouted and offered a hi-five to my companion. He flashed me a toothy grin and returned my hi-five. We had made our ways to a picnic bench outside of town and were enjoying a victory meal. The championship belt seemed to fit me perfectly and in a moment of cheer I had clipped the gaudy thing around my waist.

“Of course we did, the Rock N’ Rock Connection is the ultimate tag-team duo!”

The combination of nearly eating a blast of flak and actually winning a fight pumped me full of adrenaline and I shouted in excitement. For the first time since coming to this damn island I actually felt great. Well I felt great until I felt a line of blood run down the bridge of my nose. Oh yeah, I had hit that chick pretty hard with my forehead. I felt my blood-matted hair and tried to find the cut. I winced when my hand touched a decent gash “fuck.” The Rock glanced over at me and said “did they get you?”

“No, I got myself. I got a bit too zealous and headbutted that chick in the armor. The Rock chuckled “you’ll be alright, it’ll take more than a little scrape to beat our tag team” I nodded and wiped away the blood with my forearm. We threw our trash into a nearby waste-bin and began to walk. The Rock seemed to know where he was going so I follow the muscle-head. Blood kept running down my forehead and into my face every few minutes. The adrenaline had faded and my head felt like it had been hit with a bat. Just how hard did I hit that women? I asked myself and held a hand up to my head. Every stepped shot a nail into my head and I grit my teeth trying to bear the pain.

“You okay?” The Rock asked.

“Yeah... My head just hurts” I groaned.

He looked at me a raised an eyebrow over his shades “well cupcake you need to walk it off and fast.”

Ignoring his playground insult I asked him“Why? You got something in mind?”

“Our next match is coming up soon, and we can’t let down the millions and millions of our fans!” He looked out into the wilderness as if expecting a crowd of spectators to start cheering. I shook my head, he was right now was not the time to be a bitch. My grip tightened on the 2x4 and I swung it half-heartedly, feeling the familiar weight. If this crazy bastard can keep fighting, than so can I. Even with his impressive stature and stamina I would fight my hardest to keep up with him and not be dead weight.

“Where are we going?”

He pointed off into the distance and I followed his finger to the top of a nearby mountain. My legs grew sore just thinking about the hike up that bastard. Before I could protest he started speaking “that mountain will be the perfect setting for our next bout! The Mountain of Rock, the people’s mountain!” He was as excited about this as a child is about getting a toy on their birthday. Even though I thought it was a horrible idea, how could I say no to the big brute?

As far as I knew neither Ganon or Gilgamesh had fallen. There was no way that I would lose to either of those two. My boundless anger distracted me from my headache and I found myself gripping the 2x4 tight enough to dig my nails into the wood. My greatest weakness was also my greatest strength, anger. Anger permeated my entire being, even in moments of cheer and happiness the seething rage continued to smolder in my heart. Without this rage, without this hatred I had no drive and no purpose. I needed it and it guided my actions whether I wanted it to or not and now it was driving me to survive and outlast the competition. As long as I was still breathing, as long as my anger still burned there was no way I would lose to those two.