Sorry folks now I am sobre and well, what a night.
Thanks a bunch for the red!

Then off in the distance, deep in the hallows of the untamed city street,
I hear the legendary wolfman calling my name; the devil comes to greet

I know what brings the legendary road warrior near
For It is I he seeks; bringing hell, torment, and fear

I must overcome my demons and finally face this foe from the past
And I shall not fail, for death befalls the one who finishes last

I lower the visor and I bring my engine to life
For it is to the wolf who now, I shall bring suffering, sorrow, and strife

Now one with my machine, I ride off into the cool night air
Focused upon the task at hand, my gaze is now a vengeance-filled stare

As if Riding into a merciless arena from the bowels of hell,
I enter the battlefield as the sound of his his engine roars, ringing deaths bell

My machines thunder is controlled and subdued by my intrepid hand
Waiting til the time to unleash my own brand of hell; this shall be the wolfmans last stand

* Last updated by: ZX14MAN64 on 3/6/2014 @ 10:04 PM *

Sightlines drawn across the sky, our eyes meet, hear the wolfman's cry
Howl he does, the beast Froths at the mouth, zx64 unshaken rips and stirs dust
Line they do the bikes on the line, burning rubber, the devil now times
Quarter mile they race down the track, skills these to warriors they do not lack.
Side to side they bring the pain, neither brother seeks advantage or gain.
As they arrive to that finish line, zx flips up the vizor and reveals an evil smile
Trigger he does the spray from below, wolf grasps the throttle and kicks of the who
Zx breaks through faster than wolf, but the beast shall not stand next to this result.
Dismount the wolf does and declaws his gloves, tears zx64man's head clean off!
Lying dismembered blood on the floor, who won the race, as a howl is roared

Scritch scratch, scritch scratch, the scrabbling of claws on concrete,
A shiver creeps your spine, something in the self preservation instinct,
Then your sideways glance catches the inky black gleam of rain on street,
That was it..., that's all you heard, then blackness, then.... Ur extinct.

Your senses keyed, you were ready..., then Priscilla swallowed ya whole with a shriek and a howl,
Launching lunging pulling squirming vicious uncontrollable torque suckin ya down her intake cowl....

Maybe ya should sit, take a hit from the bong, don't feed the scorpion, she will sing your sirens song...

This is so cool!

Get em C and you weren't even drunk!

Fazer just saw your avi. You could roll with "Panther the artist formerly known as Fazer?!"

This is so cool!

I have to agree!

Get em C and you weren't even drunk!

Yeah I know right! Rofl!

Smoke does clear, the wolf begins to rise, sets his eyes on scorpions demise.
Battle cry, battle song, the scorpion plays his battle drum
Wolfman knows he's no match, the tibal human, has hunted his ass
Wolfman fears no other man, but this one who hunts his canis band

At night they meet, eye to eye, engins wailing cam suck, howl
Today it's on for these two men, one holds a tomahawk the other claws of grim.
Accelerate out, of the hole, Cman leaps ahead of the wolf.
But right behind, is the fury beast, gaining slowly on Darth Torque defeat.

Into the corner the bikes doth go, dark torque, rips wolf's asshole
Out into the straight wolfman gains, sharp claws begin to close on this rides fate
Cross the line both brothers do, c wins the race, wolf knows what to do!
They hit thick fog and ride off the road, fighing clubing as they fall to the jagged rock floor

Late at night legends say, you can here their struggle until this day
The tomahawk whips through the air, while the wolfman howls and both men tear
Scritch Scratch. Scritch Scratch howls and screams they die on attack

* Last updated by: Wolfman on 3/8/2014 @ 7:04 AM *

Or so it seems....
Awhooooooooooooo

Dude, that.... Was..... AWESOME!

(Ya get a green bowdown for that, we don't just give those away ya know!)

Smoke does clear, the wolf begins to rise, sets his eyes on scorpions demise
Battle song, war canoe, C plays his warrior drum, he knows what he must do
Wolfman knows he's no match, the tribal human has hunted his ass
Wolfman fears no single man, but this one here who hunts his wolf clan.

At night they meet, eye to eye, engins wailing cam suck howl
Today it's on for these two men, one holds a tomahawk the other claws of grim
Accelerate out of the hole, Cman leaps in front of wolf (that fuckn flash)
But right behind stalks the fury beast, slowly gaining on C's defeat

Into the corner, both bikes doth go, C's a scalpol and rips Wolf's asshole
Out into the straights wolfman gains, sharp claws begin to close on this rides fate
Cross the line both brothers do, C wins the race, the wolf knows what he must do
They hit thick fog, ride off the clif edge, fighting clubing till they fall to their jagged death

Late at night the legend's say, you can hear the struggle till this day.
Route 666 it has been called Predator Peak, or widows fall.
The tomahawk is heard whipping through the air, wolfman howls as claws to club, both men tear.
Scritch Scratch, Scritch, Scratch when riding the cliffs, be on alert and watch yo back
For the scorpion and wolf will claim more scalps, attack yo six, in the foul of night
Beware to all, this is no tale, remember the fog, the route and stay clear....
Awhoooooooo

* Last updated by: Wolfman on 3/8/2014 @ 7:12 AM *

I like the ending. We get to creep around in their subconscious.