The black Sedan pulled up to Club Olympus ten minutes later.

Lisa stared at the empty parking lot. “Is it always like this?” she asked.

Goth frowned. “Must be closed for the night.” They quickly made their way to the main doors. As soon as they walked in, Goth knew something was wrong. “Stay close,” he whispered. Lisa nodded and followed him to the bar.

“You’re early,” Damien said quietly.

Goth spun around, his gun blazing.

Damien stumbled back a few feet. Then he growled. “I can’t believe you tried to kill me with a gun!” he shouted in disbelief.

“Next time I’ll bring a stake,” Goth replied, tossing the empty gun on the floor.

“Funny,” Damien said. “Where’s Blaze?” he asked, glaring at Jen.

“He’ll be here,” she whispered fearfully.

“Where’s Goddess?” Goth asked suspiciously.

Damien smiled. “Why? Still got feelings for the old girl?”

“If you’ve hurt her,” Goth started, walking towards him.

Damien shook his head. “You broke the rule. A bodyguard always keeps his eyes on the target.”

Goth turned, only to find Lisa struggling in Maker’s grip. “Gotta hand it to you, Dark Nut,” Maker spat. “Not many have taken me down before.”

“You’re working for him?” Goth asked, letting surprise creep into his voice.

“Equal partners,” Damien replied. “I hate doing the dirty work.”

Goth stared at Maker. Then he laughed out loud. “You actually trust Damien? You’re dumber than you look, Maker.”

Maker tightened his hold on Lisa’s neck. “One more word and I’ll snap it like a twig.”

“Tell me something, Goth,” Damien said. “Did you really think you could stop me?”

“Nope,” Goth replied. “I knew we could.”

“We?” Damien asked with a smirk. “Your female friend is hardly a match for Maker.”

“He meant us, Damien,” Blaze said as he walked through the main doors. Larry was right behind him, already in armored form.

“Cute,” Damien said. “Maker, take the rock. I’ll handle these two.”

Maker tossed Lisa to the floor and charged at Larry. The man of stone took the full brunt of Maker’s hit, but only stumbled back a few feet. Then his fist crashed into Maker’s face, driving the monster back.

While the two giants slugged it out, Damien trained both his guns on Lisa & Jen.

“Think we can take him?” Blaze asked, glancing at his partner.

“Yeah,” Goth replied. “But he’s got Goddess, too.”

Blaze muttered a curse under his breath. “A real ladies’ man.”

“So, who will make the first move?” Damien asked playfully. He hauled both women to their feet and pressed guns to their necks. “Come on, boys. I don’t have all night.”

Blaze tensed his muscles, while Goth swallowed nervously. “Think about it, chump. Even if you kill them both, you’ll never get out alive.”

Damien smiled. “Nice try, Goth. But maybe I’m ready for death. That’s how I earned my name. Let’s see if you can live up to yours.” He pushed the girls away and dropped his guns. “You and me. Right here, right now.”

Goth stepped forward, but Blaze grabbed his arm. “It’s a trick, man. You know you can’t beat him. You couldn’t ten years ago, and nothing’s changed.”

Goth pulled away from him. “Things change,” was all he said as he advanced.

Vinnie watched as the gold limo pulled up to Club Olympus and chuckled to himself. “So, the big boss is here. Kudos to me!” He giggled wildly and looked at the remote device in his hand. The timer was set for ten minutes. He reset it to eight and watched the numbers slowly tick away. “This will teach that punk Blaze to mess with me!” he muttered. He fingered the left hand that Blaze had injured a few days before.

Slick Dick didn’t know what to expect when he walked into Club Olympus at midnight. He certainly didn’t expect to find Maker slugging it out with Larry, or Goth and Damien in a battle to the death. But he instantly recognized that Damien had disobeyed orders, because Lisa Marginoff was watching the battle with Blaze’s younger sister, and Blaze himself.

From what Slick could see, the battle was pretty one-sided at the moment. Damien had Goth in a headlock, and was punching him every few seconds. With a growl, Slick walked right up to Damien and nailed his chin with a short jab. Damien blinked in surprise, and then speared Slick to the floor. Goth stumbled to the ground, fingering his possibly broken nose.

Damien’s heavy fists rained blows all over Slick’s face, never giving him any time to counterattack. Without warning, Goth rammed into Damien from behind, sending him crashing into a nearby table. However, Damien quickly jumped to his feet, prepared to attack. Then he noticed the trickle of blood from his lip. “Big mistake, Goth,” he whispered. “Nobody makes me bleed and lives to tell about it.”

Goth smirked. “Blaze, I made Damien bleed.”

“Cool, dude,” Blaze remarked.

Damien growled in anger and charged at Goth, knocking them both over the bar.

Goth rolled away, barely avoiding the two knives that Damien threw at him.

Damien nailed Goth with a clothesline, picked him up, and tossed him to the floor. “Face it, Goth. You can’t beat me.”

“I can.”

Damien turned just in time to see Slick’s fist connect with his nose. Before Damien could think of attacking, he was surrounded in intense flames. He screamed and fell to his knees as the flames died away. Blaze drove both fists into his back. “Just a little thing I do,” he commented. Suddenly, there was a loud, continuous beep. No one was prepared for the explosion.