Cyrus Raynes is laying flat on his back, great drops of sweat pouring down his forehead, his cloth are already soaked with perspiration.
'SSSSSSAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGEEEEEEEEE............................' Cyrus screams
Cyrus racks the bar he was bench pressing.
Cyrus grabs a hold of the bar and pulls himself to a sitting position.
Cyrus is wearing a white tank top, with the words 'Afflict this!' written in red letters with a hand flipping the bird below it. An Ipod Nano on his right arm with ear buds connected. Black fingerless leather biker gloves. He is also wearing a pair of black wind pants, and a pair of orange and black Nike Shox.
Cyrus takes a deep breath and exhales slowly.
Cyrus stands up, then takes a few weights off the bar, raises it up and adds a few different ones making for an impressive amount.
He then walks over to a rack and puts on a weight lifting belt.
He walks back to the bench he had just been laying on and moves it back a little bit, turns around and places the bar across his shoulders.
Picks the bar up, and begins to squat the weight.
'one.' Cyrus grunts.
Cyrus thinks of Jonathan Rhine.
'Two.'
Cyrus thinks of Aimz.
'THRee'
Cyrus thinks of Jason Cruise
'FOUuuuuuurr'
Cyrus thinks of Damien Cruz
'FIV.......FIV........SSSSSSAAAAAAGGGGGEEEEE!!!' Cyrus screams again as he thinks of the leader of the affliction.
Which brought him back to Clinton Sage.
Clinton Sage, Lane Stevens, Jeb Stewert, The Scourge, El Diablo all the men that made up the plague known as The Affliction. They have terrorized Fuse for a long while, with there wolf pack like tendencies. Never a fair fight, always two on one, three on one, four on one, but never a fair fight.
That was all changing now though.
An alliance had emerged lately to combat this threat known as The Affliction, and there name was 'The Highwaymen.'
No longer could The Affliction get away with there gang like tendencies, no longer could there reign of terror go unchecked, no longer would they be allowed to run Fuse as in times past, that was all at an end now, thanks to The Highwaymen.
Cyrus allowed him self a small smile of pride, seeing as how he was a part of The Highwaymen, the bringers of justice to Fuse.
Cyrus paced around the room allowing his legs to relax just a bit.
He looked around the weight room at the other patrons inhabiting the establishment.
One of the employees had a can of soda in his hand and was taking a drink of it.
'Don't make me get my soda can.....' Cyrus says in mocking tones, as he begins to chuckle.
Again Cyrus's' thoughts turn to Clinton Sage.
Sage, the head of the snake known as The Affliction. As it has been said though, remove the head, and the body dies. An interesting thought, but not very probable, especially now with Sage humping around on Smitty's daughter. That fact complicated matters, but nothing that couldn't be overcome.
Cyrus walks back to the weight rack and resumes the squatting position.
'one'
Cyrus thinks about The Scourge.
'TWo'
Cyrus thinks about El Diablo.
'THREE'
Cyrus thinks about Jeb Stewert and how he cost him a chance of beating Lane Stevens for the Livewire Title.
'FFFFFOOOOOUUUUUURRRRRR'
Cyrus thinks about seeing Aimz degraded by Stevens.
'FI...............VVVVVVVVV..............EEEEEEE!' Cyrus screams, racking the bar.
Cyrus thinks about Ethan Frost wearing an affliction shirt.
What is wrong with him? He must be out of his mind, Cyrus may need to suggest to Theo that Frost needs a 'random' drug test. The affliction? Come on, this has all got to be some sort of joke or ruse or something of that nature, The Affliction are the ones who broke his arm for Christs' sake! And now he's wearing there shirts?
'I have got to have a talk with that boy' Cyrus says in disgust as he begins to walk around the weight room relaxing his legs again..
But for the present time Cyrus begins to focus on one Mr. Damien Cruz, 'The Latin Assassin' he was dangerous, he had been in the business for quite a long while, and Cyrus knew he was no push over, he was not someone to be overlooked or blown off, he was dangerous, and he had more talent in his right foot then the entire affliction combinded.......
'And here we are, back to The Affliction, again.' Cyrus says disgusted at him self.
Damien Cruz, he had the potential to beat Cyrus, but Cyrus would not be beaten easily. And a solid win over Cruz is just what Cyrus needed right now to help end his very unimpressive loosing streak as of late. Cruz wasn't called Assassin for nothing though, he was quick on his feet and deadly in the air. Cyrus would have to be very careful around him.
Cyrus wiped his face with his towel.
'One more set' Cyrus said.
With a sigh and a great burning in his legs, Cyrus walks back to the bar, and assumes the squatting positions again.
He exhales as he stands up.
'ONE' Cyrus grunts.
He thinks about his friends back in Michigan, especially Sam.
'TTTTTWWWWWOOOOO' Cyrus grits his teeth as he stands up, his face beet red.
Cyrus thinks about his new friends in fuse.
'TTTTTTTTHHHHHHHRRRRR..........RRRRR........RRRREEEEE' Cyrus exerts himself for a third time.
He thinks of the great fans fuse has.
'FFFFFFF....OOOOOOO........OOOUUUU.........OOOOOUUUUUUUURRRRR' Cyrus stands up.
Cyrus exhales.
'One more, just one more' Cyrus tells him self.
Cyrus rapidly exhales a few times.
'FFFFFFFF..........IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII.......VVVVVVVVVVVVV...........VVVVVVV...........VVVVVVVVVEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!' Cyrus raises the bar the last time.
Cyrus think of The Highwaymen.
Cyrus racks the bar, takes a ginger step forward, removes his belt, then places his hands on his lower back and bends back wards a little bit, trying to stretch his back out.
Cyrus took the weights off the bar and placed them back on there respected holders.
He then walked to the lockers, opened the one he had put his stuff in, grabbed his duffel bag, and headed out the front door.
Cyrus waited on the sidewalk until a cab pulled up.
Cyrus got into the cab and told the cabby 'The Marriott, on the corner of fifth and Wilshire'
'You got it!' Was the cabby's only response.
Cyrus needed to get prepared for his match in a few days. But for right now all he just needed was a hot shower, a couple of Advil, and some extra strength Ben Gay.