Rattle My Cage {Fight Plot}

[Conner 'Stolas' Fitzgerald]

Things were certainly looking up.

From his place behind a huge mahogany desk, Conner "Stolas" Fitzgerald smiled evilly as he stepled his fingers and contemplated the club floor below him. As the patrons hurried back and forth, the demon sat surveying his territory like a king surveying his realm.

And what a fine realm it was. A virtual buffet of souls to reap and a boundless playground for his pets to play on. To this day, it still amazed him at how those foolish meat sacks flocked in droves to his little establishment and how easily they were persuaded by the sins of the flesh to part with their dearest treasures. Sometimes it felt to much like taking candy from a child and he thought he should have some feeling of guilt but.. Nah, he was a demon after all. Guilt was for the weak and he simply didn't have time for it. After all, no one forced them to stroll on to the floors of his gambling house and no one twisted their arm as they placed foolish waggers and lost far more than they had bargained for. Oh no... That was what was truly so lovely about these stupid humans. They were all to quick to do that on their own!

It made him a very wealthy demon with the souls he reaped in response.

And it was about to get even better.

Turning away from the busy level, Stolas glanced at the clock and smiled. In just an hour or so, the first steps of his new undertaking would be put into effect. Already the preparations had been made in his underground arena and the first opponents gathered. It promised to be a thing of beauty. Bloody, violent and illegal, yes... But definitely a thing of beauty.

At least to those who it truly mattered. And thanks to Kobal and his efforts of advertising the fact that Stolas was pitting the good, the bad and the ugly together in a large metal cage... Those that mattered would certainly be in attendance.

It was enough to make any hell spawn happy.

And Stolas was definitely happy as he made his way merrily down into the depths of his kingdom.

[AJ Robertson]

The devil was all in the details.

Those were the only thoughts in AJ's head as she made her way into the Seven Sins Casino. Dressed in black leather pants, a crimson vest and boots that made her seem a few inches taller than her actually 5'3" stance, the former huntress turned she-wolf attempted to mingle with the Friday night crowd but there was nothing but business in her demeanor. Her dark eyes constantly moved over the scattered workers and patrons as she took in important things like security, hired guns and defensibility of the place.

Having fought her way out of the clutchs of one vile were, she wasn't to keen on landing in another fire of any kind. All she wanted was to find her mate and get the fuck out of there. She didn't like were all this was leading and the sooner they got the hell out of dodge.. The more relieved she'd be.

Something was up and it wasn't only her hackles.

After freeing herself and three other members of Gabe's little pack, AJ had put everything she had into tracing her mate. When the path lead back to the Seven Sins, the hunter in her had come alert. The Seven Sins Casino was a known den of a notorious White Eyed Demon who went by the name of Stolas. More than one hunter had tried to take the hell spawn down but the wily old nemesis had managed to avoid every trap set for him. Hell, more than one had even tried to summon him with no luck... give substance to the idea that his true name might not even be Stolas. All in all the demon was an enigma. He like to sit in his web like a treacherous spider and draw him unsuspecting prey like lambs to slaughter.

But Gabe was no fool and he was no ones idea of easy prey. Which gave rise to the question of the hour. What the hell did the demon want with a werewolf?

Shaking her head to clear out thoughts that didn't belong in the moment, AJ began to work her way through the casino to the back VIP level. She was slightly surprised when she was only stopped once but made it to the employee area with no issues. With a careful glance around, she slid a key card through the lock that she'd lifted from a passing waitress and slipped inside. On the other side of the door was a long hall that lead in two directions.

Following her instincts, she went left until it started to slop down towards another level. Pulling out her weapon, she eased herself down the ramp and checked the corner before descending it too. Keeping her feet moving, she paused here and there to check corners and rooms but they were all empty.

Frowning, she continued on until she found herself in almost total darkness and only her were sight gave her any vision at all. She'd just decided to turn around and head back the way she came when every hair on the back of her neck rose and she knew she was no longer alone. There was only a brief shift in the air before lights came blaring on and she stood facing three huge men.

"Fuck a Duck" she swore to herself even as she tried to shield her eyes from the suddenly bright light. As she tried to adjust, one of the men stepped forward and AJ caught an almost unholy evil light to his eye before he spoke.

"Well, well... Lookie at what we have here, boys?? A little shewolf come to play. " he drawled out, crossing his arms over his chest. "What do you think, guys?? Should we let her?? See if she can run with the big dogs? Seems a waste of a good bitch but... I'd hate to disappoint her after shes come all this way!"

As the words flowed out, AJ felt her spine stiffen. Before he'd finished, it was no longer alarm that skittered down her spine but a fine, icy rage. Distain radiated in her expression even as she leveled the weapon at him.

"I came all this way for my mate and I'm not leaving until I get him, asshole." she snarled at him even as she moved to keep her back to the wall. "As far as play games? I don't do that sort of thing.. I simply kill anything that gets in the way between me and what I want."

Her response seemed to amuse them man for some reason and AJ tightened her finger over the trigger reflexively. As the shot rang out and a silver bullet capped him in the knee, the man when down in a cussing pile of agony. One of the others tried to move forward but she swiftly swung the gun to point directly at his chest.

"I wouldnt unless you feel really damned lucky!"

Suddenly, from out of nowhere, the sound of clapping rang out. Shifting her focus, AJ attempted to turn the weapon on the new threat but before she could even react... She found herself flying through the air and bashing into the opposite wall. Her gun went flying and she crumpled to a heap on the ground. When she could finally look up, her heart felt as if it seized in her chest.

Before her stood the one man she really REALLY had wanted to avoid in this escape plan.

It was Stolas himself and he looked... Amused? What the fuck?

Before she could register anything else, the demon leaned down and offered her a hand. Blinking rapidly, she hesitantly laid her own in his knowing she had no choice. The power she felt radiating off of him was immeasurable and scary as hell.

"Forgive me, my dear... I"m afraid I couldn't let you shoot up any more of my men or put any holes into my suit. Not the most polite way to say hello but I'm sure you understand since you were holding a gun. Please accept my apology and allow me to welcome you to my little underground fight club. You've arrived just in the nick of time for the first fight."

Blinking, AJ frowned and then tried to step away only to have the demon grip her hand tighter. His expression was light but there was a hardness to her eyes that told her the truth. She was in trouble. BIG trouble and the kind that not even a paddle was going to save her from.


"Since you seem to willing to fight, I'm sure you wont mind a front row seat to the event. In fact... its so front row, you get to actually work off some of that aggression I see in your aura."

Then, before she could even decipher those words, a fist came up and darkness descend upon her. The last thing she was aware of thinking was "We are so screwed".

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”Calm the fuck down, McFearson,” He snarled at himself, giving the chains yet another yank. He was being forced down a road that he’d promised himself he’d never go again and pretty soon, he had a feeling he’d lose it completely. He’d really go animal then and chew his goddamn arms off, if only to get away.

The cheering in the next room grew louder, as some dumb schmuck went down; he could smell the blood from there. Footsteps sounded, along with that of dragging feet and a group of men moved passed his cell. He’d given up howling insults at them the last time someone used a bullwhip on his ass, and went for the glaring instead, getting even more pissed off as they ignored him.

It didn’t take long for that little shit to come to the door of his cell and smirk at him through the bars. He didn’t know the fuck’s name, but he’d named him Young Schmuck, and when he got out of there—

”Damn, you really look pissed off, Wolfman!” Schmuck grinned gleefully at him, looking him up and down. ”You thinking about killing me? Is that it?”

”Nothing would give me more pleasure than to tear you to pieces with my bare hands,” He replied in turn.

The kid had the fucking balls to laugh, and Gabe growled again. ”See, this is why I knew that you’d be worth the money I put into you. Save that for the fight. You’ll need it!”

The guards came after that, as well as the electrode-laden sticks. He roared as electricity ran through his body, making his muscles seize and twitch, and lashed out as they drove him toward the hall and down to the exit that would lead to the arena beyond. The sounds of the crowd deafened him for a moment as he stumbled in, landing on all fours on the dirty, blood covered ground. Something started to move in front of him, but he didn’t care.

It was time for some bodies to hit the floor…and they wouldn’t be his.

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[/color] AJ, Stolas, Fight Plot Peeps
Notes; MAHAHAHA
Word Count; Enough
Lyrics; HARDER TO BREATHE | MAROON 5
Credits; NIKE @ CAUTION 2.0
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[derek]

A booming headache awoke Derek from the black plain of existence he was on. That and the booming of what sounded like a million footsteps.

What the hell?

Flinching, the shifter gradually opened his eyes and tried to focus on his surroundings. What he saw gave him pause and bemusement skittered over his awareness. What the devil? He was beginning to feel like Dorthy in that he didn't think he was in Kansas anymore, Toto. Instead of his nice, comfy bed and his wife beside him, he was sprawled on the floor of what looked to be some sort of cage. A cage with silver bars, if his instincts were correct, and a lock that no brute force could break. He suspected from the tingle in the air, they were magically enhanced too.

Again.. What the Hell?

Searching his memory, he vaguely remembered heading over to The Silver Bullet but stopping off at the gym first. Unfortunately, nothing after getting out of the car registered and he suspected he'd been drugged in some manner. Only a powerful tranq could have knocked his ass out and cause a memory lapse of this nature.

The question of the hour now was.. Why?

As in in answer to his thoughts, the sound of other voices around him caught his attention and he moved carefully towards the door of his cell. Sure enough, others in various stage of consciousness line a long row and Derek felt dread bubble in his stomach. If he was correct, there were several other weres and shifters in the bunch and whatever they were being collected for was not going to be good.

SHIT!

Just then, the bang of a door opening caused his eyes to spin toward the front of the long "hall" and he saw four men enter the room. They had hard lines about their jaws and their eyes were black.

Demons. This just kept getting better and better.

As they approached his own cage, Derek tried to regroup his thoughts. He didn't know what the hell was going on but he knew better than to react until he did. He had to have a clear mind to plot.. To plan. There had to be a way out of this and all his military years should benefit him.

"This is the one!" one of the demons snarled, looking into Derek's cage. "Take him out to the arena. Stolas wants him in there pronto."

Frowning, Derek watched as the men until the lock carefully and then opened the door. Two of them carried what looked like tasers and the others a dart gun. Any attempt to escape on his part would be countered so he decided to go along with the plan until he saw exactly what he was getting into.

"Come on out, real easy now..." one of the demons commanded.

Doing as he was told, the former specs officer exited the cell and then proceeded between his armed guards down the "hall" lined with other cells. A metallic scent caught his attention and he noticed several cages empty except for the telling smears of blood.

What the HELL was going on here?

Out the door and down a tunnel they went until the sounds of booming voices sounded clearer. Frowning, Derek wondered if they were underneath some sort of stadium or something. And then his questions were answered.

As one guard opened doors, he was shoved out into a huge cage like arena. The tunnel he was in lead up to the silver lined metal doom and he saw another figure waiting there for him. A figure that was bloodied, bruised and looked more than a little insane.

And he was no mere human.

Holy shit. He was in the middle of some kind of supernatural cage fighting ring. As the knowledge rang in his head, Derek's mind immediately started chalking up details, faces and anything else he could use to plan an exit strategy. In doing so, his eyes were drawn to the smaller cages outside the doom itself and he was horrified to see women as well as men within the confines.

What kind of sick bastard would do something like this? Unfortunately, he didn't have time to worry about that as the huge man in the cage came forward and a loud buzz seemed to deafen the stadium.

Game On.