WFWF Title Rematch: Orange Bullet vs. Fang (c)

SHINY OBJECTS


Irving, Colorado

Skid-Row

People called this part of town ‘Skid-Row’ as much to glamorize the crime and violence that took place here as they did to belittle those who called this place home. To walk the streets here meant braving some of the worst examples of humanity the American Mid-West had to offer. If you lived here, you had to be some combination of tough, poor and unlucky. Nobody ever chose to stay here of their own volition. Nobody, that is, but the reigning WFWF World Heavyweight Champion, the enigmatic madman simply known as Fang.

He pushed his shopping cart down the side of the bustling interstate as he did most mornings. Whenever he came across something laying on the side of the highway that caught his eye- a bit of food or a shiny object- he would pick it up and toss it into his shopping cart, adding to his rolling collection of treasures.

Whenever the few who knew him ventured to ask him why Fang would choose this life when he could be living in the lap of luxury usually only got some vague muttering response about ‘human weakness’ and ‘greedy devils’ and a few lines about how people ‘rape the Earth’. But that was not the whole truth.

Fang justified his existence here by trying to protect those he considered to be his new pack. This was his territory now, and an alpha’s duty was to protect his territory- protect his pack. This was his purpose.

Yet he could not deny a second driving purpose that seemed as primal as his first: to be the best. Occasionally, from time to time, like a clarion call, humans in power would issue a challenge to be the best. This, Fang could not ignore. And for that, Fang would leave his territory in pursuit of a new mountain to climb, a new titan to slay… an old Orange Bullet to put back on the shelf.

Within his shopping cart, nestled amongst all of Fang’s other shiny objects and treasures, the WFWF World Heavyweight Title belt sat hidden. Every now and then, a bit of the belt’s golden face got exposed from under the rags and the ragged magazines. It would catch the sun’s light beautifully and Fang would smile- it was his favorite shiny object. Though the nameplate still read Orange Bullet, he carved FANG over it with a bowie knife in deep, scrawling lines.

It seemed there was still some question to Fang’s claim over the title as he was to face Orange Bullet once again in a title rematch. Fang had no objections. It was clear to him that Orange Bullet was an important figure in the WFWF.

Let their company hero get another chance. This will only be another chance to prove my dominance. Maybe I should deliver a message this time by putting Orange Bullet in an intensive care ward. This shiny belt stays with me until someone on my level comes along and takes it from me.