20-10 Clyde: Episode #1 - The Wakeup Call blog - Bazul

I have now decided to post episodes of some of my ideas as a fiction of some sort, episodes of stories that I make, and I will post them using this blog, how convinient! :D

"We interrupt this program in order to give you a special news report."
Said a news broadcaster when he stopped the normal shows airing.
"A man, suspected to be "The Drug Lord" has been taken into costudy by the US Spectrum Anti-Terrorist & Strike Force.
The man, No no longer annonymus, has been confirmed to be Claude Klein, a 27 years old man with serveral degrees in many science and medicine aspects.
Claude is now facing extreme charges in supreme court, some of the cases involve thousands of illict necrotic transfers and two cases of homocide, aswell as several cases of illegal activities, and organized crime."
As the broadcaster continues, a video shows Claude entering the Courtroom, heavily secured.
"Claude has claimed Insanity to the court, and it is yet to be checked, more to follow from our field reporter, Joshua Klemins, Josh?~" The broadcast ends as someone turned of the TV using a remote, the man sighs and leaves the room, closing the door loudly.

-- 2 Years Ago --

"Wake Up Claude..." a voice whispers as Claude sleeps on a sofa in a low class, run down apartment.
"Comeon, Claude, Wake up allready...wake up.... WAKE UP!" the voice shouts as Claude then yawns and wakes up slowly, streatching out and opening his eyes slowly.
"We have a long day ahead of us..." the voice said as Claude goes towards the old fridge in his kitchen.
"We had a lot of fun yesterday, diden't we?" The voice said in a cheery tone of voice, as Claude took a carton of milk out of the fridge itself.
He turned the carton upside down, and revealed that the milk dosen't drip -- Its gone spoiled.
Claude shivered in disgust as he threw the carton away into the distance of the room, and took out a bottle of beer which was soon to be over instead.
He went slowly towards the table and sat down on one of the plastic chair, reading the current newspaper, where the headline reads "Buisness building Burnt - Half a Building destroyed".
"It was really fun last night, wasen't it?" The voice proclaimed, as Claude went into the job section of the newspaper.
"So you like today's news, Claude? I told you hard work pays off." the voice says, yet Claude seems to be unaware and continues his daily life.
"Soon you will be mine, and will rule this world together. And no man, woman or God shall defeat us.." The voice continued on as Claude drank the rest of his beer, and marked avilable jobs in the paper.
"Enough of this!" Another voice yelled, much caring voice and softer than the other.
"Be quiet, Anders, you are not supposed to be here now! infact, why are you still here? you know you have no chance at this, just leave." The other voice replied back.
"I will never leave Henderson, he is a poor soul who I can fix from your filth, and help him return to his family." Anders said back, as Claude finished reading and marking the paper and headed towards the bathroom.
"Listen, Hex, You will never corrupt Claude, I will never allow it and I'll never give up!" Anders shouted back at Hex, where Hex replied with a mocking laugh, "We will see about that..." Hex said as Claude finished his buisness at the bathroom and left it.
Suddenly, knock on the door was heard, and something happend to Claude.
He stumbled abit and then stood still.
"Nothing like another day of fun." Claude said with the voice of Hex.
Claude approached the door, when he opened it he saw the landlord on the other side.
"This is the last time you ain't paying your rent." The landlord said to Claude, The landlord was covered in an awful stench and seemed really filthy, he grew a thick beard and it would seem he would never do laundry from all the stains in his clothes.
"I want all your stuff, including yourself, out of the apartment.
If you and your stuff ain't out by the end of the week, I'll..." He said untill Claude grabbed his neck with an enraged expression on his face, gazing into his eyes.
"I will pay my rent, once I have it, and you will not show yourself, or your beard, in my eyesight untill I have it." Claude released his grip once he finished, nearly suffocating the man.
The landlord grabbed his throat gently, trying to catch his breath.
"...You leech." Said Claude as he walked towards and down the staircase to leave the apartment building.
"Lets go have some fun." Claude said to himself as he walked down the street.
Claude entered a narrow ally, with only one person standing infront of a door and when Claude approached him, he walked aside and allowed him to enter.
As he opened the door, and extremely wounded and beaten up person stumbled up the stairs, coughing up blood and he leaves.
The more Claude goes deeper down the stairs, the more loud the echos of cheering and howling of a large crowd is heard.
"Ahh, the sweet sound of underground cage fights." Claude thought and then heard the announcer talking, "What a fight! now we are willing something special today! We will triple, yes! Triple! your money if you enter the fight now and face our champion!" the crowd applauded and only few went to the entry point to join the cage fight to triple their bets.
Claude went into the line for entry, and asked the person infront of him, "So who exactly is this 'Champion'? is he really that hard to beat?" and the person looked back with a baffled face and replied "He ain't that tough, he became the champion for two reasons, He is big and he allways brings a weapon with him in each fight." Claude chuckled and asked "If so, how do you expect to win? its a fight to the death in underground cage fight events." the man asked the same thing as an answer and ended the conversation as he entered his designated prep-room.
The bookie said to Claude "To enter, please place a bet which you'd like to triple in the event, the minimum to enter is one houndred dollars." Claude took out two one houndred dollar bills, handing it to the bookie, then saying "Next time, get a better attitude." and then went into his designated prep-room.
The room stank from blood and sweat, the walls were filled with water marks and small blood sprays, there was a table that has a broken leg, and was evened out using a cinder block, and very dirty and and soaked matress was on the floor aswell as a dented locker without any doors and also the room had an old wooden chair, which seemed to be the cleanest object in the entire room.
Claude sat on the chair and relaxed himself, when Anders started to talk to him.
"You ain't really going to fight, are you?" Anders asked Hex.
"Why not? I've betted good money on this" Hex replied using Claude for speech, "You'll get yourself killed" Anders remarked to him with a worrying tone of voice.
"No, I wont, I'm too good for that champion" Hex answered, feeling all full of himself.
"And if you wont? Its a fight to the death! as you said yourself! you can't let Henderson die! we will die alongside with him!" Anders yelled at him in anger and concern, "I wont let Claude die, I'll win and get out with the money, simple as that." Hex said, still calm and relaxed.
Shouts of agony and cheers of the crowd was heard through the prep-room's door, but it diden't affect Hex at all.
After twenty minutes, a knock was heard from the door, and a man opened it and behind him was the announcer, they both looked at Claude and then the announcer said "Comeon, its your turn now."
All the three of them walked down the hallway from the prep-room to the cage entry as the announcer explained what will happen in the cage before he enters.
"Whats your name?" said the announcer in a hurry, "Claude, Claude Klein." Claude answered to him, "Allright Claude, you'll be facing our current champion, Gravedigger, and I'll call you up to the cage, so don't go in on your own untill I'll call you." He said, and continued on, "Do you have any kind of introduction you want me to read for you?" but from the rush, he didn't let Claude answer back.
"Now, its a one round match, and you fight untill you die, or, by a miracle, if you kill the champion."
Claude nodded and the announcer continued on, "Only once I start the round, will you start attacking, Good luck." the announcer finished, leaving Claude behind the door to enter the cage with only a pat on the back.
"Comeon, Hex, Don't do this, seriously!" Anders said to him as the announcer was heard from after the door, calling Gravedigger into the cage, "He needs the money and you know it, Anders" Said Hex using Claude for speech again, waiting eagerly for the announcer to call him up.
"There has to be another way to earn money other than this." he said towards Hex, more afraid thanever, as the announcer started to call Claude up into the cage.
"Ofcourse there are, but they are too far away than this!" Hex said and went into the cage slowly.
As the announcer finished, and Claude went inside, he looked around.
The entire crowd cheered for him, eager to see bloodshed, and it was soon to arrive.
Claude looked at his opponent, Gravedigger, named after such a cheesy name from his former victories in cage fights in his past.
He was quite muscular, but not too much, he was scarred and had alot of marks on him from the current and old cage fights he had, he seemd to be, as-if, a machine than a person.
He was filled with rage and pleasure towards his acts, it was easly seen by his facial expressions.
He has a shaved beard but little to no body hair, as he wasent wearing any kind of shirt or upperbody clothing.
His pants and shoes were covered in blood and grime, the cage was rusty and the floor was made out of concrete, painting with remains of fluids and blood that formed a very disturbing color.
The announcer was waiting untill the crowd finished placing thaier bets on the fight, he was looking at Claude and Gravedigger, observing if they are ready.
Then he yelled "FIGHT!" and Gravedigger ran towards Claude, the crowd howled and the announcr moved aside.
The Fight was on.

- END OF EPISODE ONE -

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-The-G-Man AKA BaZuL