The helicopters blades beat the air with a harsh tempo kicking up dirt, sand and sediments from the roof of the building. It's bright spot light illuminating the scene that was unfolding as cops swarmed though the entrance to the roof, there pistols and shotguns leveled at the lone figure trapped in the corner with no where to run. Cyrus Raynes stood his ground, his shaggy black hair and beard being whipped about by the helicopter, this white t-shirt now a dingy brown after an intensive foot race through the slums and ghettos of Detroit, dodging police cars and swat vans by jumping fences and running through alleys, the chase was over. It ended here. Cyrus looked over the edge and realized he only had a few options, and none were good. 'Put your hands up! Get down on the ground! We have you surrounded' the police yelled.

Surrounded indeed Cyrus thought. Looking back on the events of his life leading to his point Cyrus had to wonder why he had made the decisions he did, as far fetched as it seemed, he almost had to wonder if perhaps he was just a character made up in the mind of a faceless man typing on a keyboard some where, his choices not really his own, his life never really in his own control. What had transpired in his life since he was no longer a wrestler had been nothing more then a downward spiral into destruction and devastation. A shattering of his own life which he had a hand in but yet he could not shake the feeling as though he was mearly a spectator to his own demise. His life a train wreck which he could not peel his eyes from. And all this because of a handful of men, Lou Pinchello, Paul Bishop, and Kyle Parker just to name a few. But out them all, Cyrus had to wonder which was the worse, Lou or Paul. But at this stage in the game it didn't really matter any more which one was worse. It was all over now. And for that matter, so was Cyrus's life as he knew it.

Cyrus turned to face the police, his blue eyes glinting in the spot light of the helicopter. A faint sigh of resignation escaped Cyrus's mouth. With one last baleful look around at his current predicament he came to grips with just how futile resistance was at this point. Cyrus slowly raised his hands in the air and got down on his knees. They were on him in a instant, slamming him to the ground, and jerking his hands behind him so they could cuff him. Now that he was cuffed and of no threat to anyone, his rights were read to him. 'You have the right to remain silent........' The cop started.

Being led down the stairs by the cops, the one holding his right arm, a cop in his mid twenties with short brown hair and a perfectly pressed suite turned to Cyrus and asked 'So why did you do it?' Cyrus turned to the young man and gave him a sly grin as he said 'Its my right to remain silent, remember?' The young man pursed his lips as he turned his head away. But Cyrus had to ask him self so why did he do it? Cyrus's mind began turning the pages of his memory back to the start of it all, the night Cyrus's brother died. He had been viscously murdered by a man robbing a convenient store, and later that night when his mother had found out what had happened to her son, she began a rapid down hill slide to depression and Cyrus was forced by the rest of his family to put her in a mental ward. After which the family all turned there backs on him and blamed him for his mothers condition. Cyrus was only seventeen at the time and his world was crumbling around him quicker then he could make sense of it all. His emotions were at there end, he had hardly slept more then a couple of hours a night for more then a weeks. His life felt unreal to him, everything he had known as stable had be destroyed. He had a feeling like someone had pulled the rug out from under him and he was trapped in constant free fall. It was at this point in his life that Cyrus had first met Lou Pinchello, the man who had given him a new life, and ultimately the man who had ended his life as well.

It all started one day when Cyrus was walking home from where ever it was he had come from, Cyrus couldn't really remember. But passing an over pass three guys stepped out from around a pillar and tried to mug Cyrus. His emotions being frazzled, his gloomy disposition as of late and the three mens blatant disrespect for his mother as they called him a 'son of a whore' all culminated into one single life changing event. Cyrus had dispatched of the three men in under two minutes. While he held one of the men down on the ground by the throat and repeatedly smashed a brick into the mans face the other two laying helpless, one man with a shattered jaw and dislocated shoulder, the other having a broke nose, a broken leg, and many busted ribs. That's when Cyrus heard it, the sound of a slow rhythmic clap that was getting louder. Cyrus turned, bloody brick still in hand to see who it was that was approaching him. That was the first time Cyrus saw Lou Pinchello, the fat, balding, Italian. Lou looked around at the carnage and then back at Cyrus and with a gleam in his eye said 'You know, I could use a man of your abilities, and I would pay well for them.' Cyrus never one to turn down a chance at some cash asked what he had in mind. Lou just smiled at him, as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a card, he handed it to Cyrus and told him to meet him at the address on the card at ten sharp the following morning. He would be expected and he had better not be late.

The following morning Cyrus was at the location right on time. The location ended up being a run down cat house. Cyrus entered the building and was greeted by a skinny woman who's flesh seemed to hang loosely from her body. She had reaked of cigarettes and cheap booze, and some other stale musty smell that Cyrus had not desire to learn what it was. He handed the woman the card and hoped that he had not just contracted some unknown social disease in that brief second where that thin card had bridged the gap between her hand and his. She looked at the card and smiled, her yellow and brown teeth protruding from her mouth as though they too wished to be as far from this woman as possible. She said that he was expected and directed him towards Lou's office. Cyrus entered the office where Lou sat lounging behind an oak desk, his feet propped up, reclining back in a leather chair. There was another man in the room as well. he was stocky, barrel chested and had a nose that hung from his face like a drip from a leaky faucet, he was by far one of the most ugly man Cyrus had ever seen, but there was something about his eyes that told him this man was dangerous, in the worst way. The room was filled with smoke from a lifetime of cigars, the smoke watered Cyrus's eyes and burned his throat, the room was decorated in a hideous red color with shag carpet to match, there were two doors on each side of the room. Lou sat up, with a cigar in his hand and looked at Cyrus and smiled. He put the cigar to his mouth, then lowered his hands and clapped, one time, the sound seeming to slice through the room like a knife. The doors on either side of the room opened and out stepped one man from each door. Before Cyrus knew what was going on, one of the men had punched Cyrus in the face. Pain exploded in his jaw and ran up the side of his face and rattled his skull like a school bell. Cyrus staggered back into a second man who gave him a forearm smash to the back of his head. This time Cyrus stumbled forward into the third man, who grabbed Cyrus by the throat, a wicked grin playing across his lips as he smashed his fist into Cyrus's mouth. Cyrus's rage exploded, as he bumped into the fourth man, he quickly turned and gave an elbow to the mans jaw staggering him. He quickly turned, grabbed the man by the shoulders and smashed his knee into the mans groin, lifting him off the ground and destroying his chances of ever having kids. The man fell to the ground clutching him self and whimpering in agony. Without hesitation Cyrus spun around, arm extended and delivered a back hand to the man who was advancing towards him. The man staggered back Cyrus ceasing his chance stepped forward and thrust his foot out straight catching the man right below his knee, it snapped with a sickening plop. The man crumbled to the ground holding his leg which was now nearly bent the opposite direction. Cyrus turned and stared down the remaining two men, the one on his right and the other on his left. The one on the left moved to strike Cyrus, as he stepped forward Cyrus anticipated the mans punch and stepped inside his arm, seizing it firmly with his right hand as he brought his left hand across to chop the man in the throat. Three down, one left. Cyrus turned towards the last man, his anger seeming to evaporate the sweat that had formed on his brow. The man who was left to face stood in mute horror as Cyrus reached his hand out grasping him firmly by the shirt bringing his other hand down to the mans inner thigh, squeezing tightly in both areas Cyrus hoisted the man in the air, turned and drove the man face first into the floor.

Lou stood up, 'Thats enough!' he shouted. Cyrus drooped the man where he lay 'Well your efficient, I'll give you that' Lou said. Cyrus looked at Lou with a look of open contempt, Lou only gave the Cyrus a shrug and said 'Call it your initiation'. Lou turned to the man to his right and asked what he thought. The man simply replied 'He's good, but I'll make him better'. The big man walked around the desk reached into his pocket and pulled twelve dollars. He handed them to Cyrus and said 'Take this money, and go get a roll of dimes and some electrical tape. When you get back well start training your for your new job.' Cyrus stated to ask what he meant, but the big man just held up his hand and said 'Rule number one: Don't ask questions, just do as your told.' Cyrus turned to leave, but as he got to the door he had to wonder what he had gotten into.