Fighting For What

"As clean-up crews leave the arena, it seems to me that the Collector is taunting the Ghost."

"When I've beaten you, I will make you watch your world die, that's your wife ain't it?"

The Ghost said nothing, just charged at the Collector, his Kbar making contact with the Collector's side. However, the Ghost fell over after he came to a stop.

"DARREL, I DON'T BELIEVE IT! THE GHOST OF OTTAWA IS DOWN!"

The crowd cheers as the factions and Remnants look at their leader. Everyone was silent, fearing it was over in a single move.

"REMEMBER CURTIS! YOU MADE ME A PROMISE!" yelled Barbara.

"GET UP GHOST!" yelled out the Reverend

"SHOW THAT ASSHOLE WHAT YOU'VE GOT!" yelled the Overlord

Daniel looks at his friend, then yells out to him.

"WE CALLED YOU ALL MIGHT FOR A REASON ASSHOLE! YOU DON'T GIVE UP! YOUR WIFE IS COUNT ON YOU! I'M COUNTING ON YOU! WE'RE ALL COUNTING ON YOU!"

The words give him strength, the Ghost stands up shakily and pulls the barb out of his chest.

"Alright Tim, The Ghost is back on his feet, but I'm not sure that he can take on the Collector."

"What's wrong Ghost? Where's all that fire, all that anger?"

The Ghost trembled as he clutched his chest, a barb had been shot into him as he'd made his charge.

Richardson laughed and raised his hands to show his strength and dominance over his enemy.

"See! He's not such a badass after all!"