The Man!


SIN Role-Play Number: Fourty six(46)
Current Match: Versus Zimdela
Current Record: 8 wins -12 lossess -Draw 000
Pro Wrestling Achievements: Current Sin Wrestling Hardcore Champion

Prologue: When I Was Born..I Was Born The Man!..And When You Step on That Apron Your Ass Becomes Part of The Game That I'm The Man In!


Fade up the Sin Wrestling logo.

In any profession, whether it be athletic or educational, police work or criminal, there will always be one person that stands out above all else. That one man will set the standard that all others will be held to and more often than not, that standard will never be met.

"I AM..... THE MAN!!"

To be compared to the likes of Hulk Hogan or Ric Flair can be one man's greatest achievement. Meant as a compliment, to the best of the best, it is an insult. In the mind of the best, there is no comparison. There is no one on their level and there never will be. It becomes the career of the best to remain the best, to hold off the top of the mountain and fight away all those who seek to claim it as their own. To fight back the threat of elevation for all they are worth.

The theory of elevation is a myth creamed over by internet fan boys. No matter who is on top, the complaints about lack of elevation are evident. For years, they will scream that a man deserves a world championship push and when he receives it, he immediately becomes public enemy number one and another up and comer takes his place as the internet golden boy. Because of the lack of elevation, the fans coined the term "glass ceiling," meaning that the mid-carders could look up through the glass ceiling and see the main event but could never quite reach it. Constantly bumping their heads into the ceiling with no sign of it giving in.

Sid was never the internet golden boy.

Sid made his presence known in Noah Japan for the first time.Immediately upon Entering NOAH, began an intense feud with Kenta Kobashi...Whom he Defeated In an incredible Semifinal match for the NOAH Championship.He eventually went to the finals of the NOAH championship,but lost to Ikuto Hidaka

Although Sitting around and relaxing after his loss, had its perks,this did not suit the self-proclaimed "Man." It was time to return to Wrestling and claim the one belt that should've been his from the beginning. Sid made his appearence in FMW, made his intentions known, and crushed Hisakatsu Oya in his first match .

Sid made the challenge to Hayabusa,and made the promise that the FMW's Show at the Tokyo Egg Dome would be the site where a new Champion would be crowned. Sid and Hayabusa wrestled an epic match, lasting upwards of forty minutes, before Sid hit the Death Trap and put the legendary performer's other foot in the grave, staking claim to his first world championship. "The Man" had finally reached the pinnacle of his career, 5 years of struggling in Pro Wrestling paying off once and for all. Sid's career was riding high .

And then it all came crashing down.

Atushi Onita took over FMW from Hayabusa and his first act of business was to strip all champions of their titles with the intention of crowning new ones later in the night. Sid didn't agree with this method and refused to take part. He threw down the FMW Heavyweight championship and walked away for what he thought would be forever.

Onita failed. FMW was broken. Hayabusa returned to pick up the pieces and announced that forty-five men would do battle in the main event of a PPV entitled Brawl for all . Forty-five men would do battle and one man would walk out with the Frontier Martials arts Wrestling World Heavyweight Championship. After his first reign had ended so suddenly, Sid had to show them that they made a mistake by robbing him of his championship. He entered himself in the match. Everyone immediately wrote him off as hype. A man FMW had washed out before he could become washed up. Many heralded Komazawa Olympic Park Gym as the place where a new contender would step up and take the crown. Veteran, hungry superstars the Likes of Vicious Vic Grimes,Stan"the Lariat"Hansen And Big Van Vader came from all over to try their hand in the main event.

In one match, Sid climbed the ladder to the very top of Frontier Martial arts Wrestling. Eliminating wrestler after wrestler after wrestler until he was the last man standing.His mask broken,blood staining his features, Sid eliminated The Sadistic ECw Legend Sabu to win the FMW championship for the second time.

Forty-four other men came from all over the world to win the title and "The Man" turned every single one of them away as if they were children playing a man's game. Sid showed every single one of them exactly why he was the man to beat. Sid established once and for all that he has broken through that glass ceiling

And now With Sid firmly back in place, panicked. The wrestlers were threatening to quit if something wasn't done about the living, breathing, ass kicking machine known to many as Sid"The Man"Frankenstein. People were getting concussions left and right thanks to Sid and his arsenal of Ring side Weapons, until one night, Hayabusa pulled the trigger that would almost kill Sid's once and for all.

The match was for the FMW World Championship. Sid versus Mr. Gannosuke versus Mammoth Sasaki. Sid dealt out punishment left and right, taking advantage of them like they were first match rookies until Willy "Hido" Takayama and Tetsuhiro Kuroda arrived at ringside on the orders of Hayabusa, distracting Sid long enough for Gannosuke to sneak a pin on Sasaki to steal the world championship.

Sid cornered Ganosuke,Takayama and Kuroda and his ensuing revenge was so fierce, so brutal, so very, very awe inspiring, that Hayabusa had no choice but to Fire Sid before lives were lost.

For nearly three years, the wrestling world had continued on without Sid and the wrestlers have let out a sigh of relief. Elevation has occurred in his absence and new stars have been born. It wasn't until Sin Wrestling opened its doors that Sid decided it was time to make another impact. In a promotion ruled by Corey Page,Sid felt it was his duty to show them what real talent was like.

After sitting back and watching the business evolve without him, he decided that it was time to return, to show the up and comers that they are not the Man.

There is a Reaper whose name is Death,

And with his sickle keen,

He reaps the bearded grain at a breath,

And the flowers that grow between.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow-Reaper and the Flowers

Shimmering waves of heat rose from the concrete run-ways as Rome baked in an unseasonal heat wave.A black airport security van moved slowly toward the international parking ramp.Inside were four men wearing the familiar gray uniforms of airport security guards.Nothing appeared out of the ordinary.

The peace and serenity of the afternoon was soon to be interuprted by violence and agonizing death.

The men in the van were not what they pretended to be.Instead,they were terrorists,members of of the infamous Asbat al ansar - a terrorist group with links to Al-Qaida,who were in Rome on a mission of death.

Violence and death was their way of life.

Two of the men were members of the P.L.O Squad that murdered the israeli athletes at the Olympic games in Munich 1972.The Leader,Omar Ali Mansoor,glanced at his watch.It was 1426 hours.Flight 209,El Al Airlines from Tel Aviv,Israel,was due in four minutes.

Flight 209 was their target.Omar looked into the back and said .

"very soon our holy mission begins,dear brothers,and then death to the infidels!"

The two men in black opened two crates and withdrew two russian made RPG Rocket Launchers.Omar Mansoor smiled grimly in anticipation of the chaos and death his men were about to create.Omar had lived only to kill Jews ever since his family was killed by Israeli bombs 10 years ago.

He nervously chewed on a finger-nail as Flight 209 touched down.It would take the giant jet at least ten minutes before it could taxi into his selected killing zone.


The little girl in seat 28B was pretty and from her shining face,obviously,very happy.She had enjoyed staying with her grand parents but she anxious to meet her father,whom she can barely remember.The girl opened her purse,removed a mirror,a tube of lipstick,and began making last minute repairs.


The father,Sid,holding a bouquet of red roses,stood anxiously waiting.He had missed his daughter more then he ever thought possible.He never dreamed he could be so happy.After spending years wrestling around the world,he had become hardened to violence.Now,his life was changed,and everything that was good and beautiful in the world was personified in his daughter.He had been born a new and everything seemed to be going his way.

Sid looked out of the window at Flight 209,as it taxied slowly toward the Parking ramp.He took a deep breath.He was as excited as a boy going on his first date.He watched without concern as the black security van approached the oncoming aircraft.The van stopped and the back doors swung open.Two men stepped out.

What were they carrying?Then suddenly he recognized what they had in their hands.His blood went cold!


The next few seconds moved in slow motion as Sid became a spectator,unable to do a thing.The two gunners assumed the kneeling position.The launchers rested on their shoulders as they took aim.The Israeli airliner taxied closer,unaware of the danger.Time seemed to stand still as the next few seconds branded themselves into his soul!.

A cloud of dust belched up from behind the gunners as they fired.The Stunned Sid could see the rockets as they spun toward their target.The balmy afternoon erupted as the airplane exploded twice.First the rockets blew up in a black cloud as they struck;then, a fraction of an instant later,the airliner exploded and was engulfed in a gigantic rolling fireball. The gunners sprinted into the van and jumped in,closed the doors and sped away.A look of total disbelief and anguish masked Sid's face.The bouquet of roses tumbled from his numbling fingers.His first step toward the gate crushed the flowers,and the tile floor was stained red.He Shoved a startled guard aside and ran through the gate screaming

BEIRUT,LEBANON-- two days later

It was already dark when Omar Mansoor left the Hizbullah's Operations Office near the Hilweh Refugee Camp and walked westward alongthe boulevard Saeb Salam to his apartment.He lived just a few blocks from his office so he always walked to and from work.

After his succes in Rome,he was reassigned to operations as a plans officer.He missed the days in the field,but this job was a lot safer.Omar turned into a narrow alley then climbed two flights of stairs to his door.He inserted his key into his lock,pushed the door open and walked in.

He fumbled on the wall for the light switch as a hard,muscled arm closed around his throat and a hand clamped against his mouth and nose.He struggled vainly to free himself but the more he struggled,the more pressure he felt on his throat.His wind was cut off.His head began to pound like a trip hammer.He thought it would explode.Pain reared up in his chest and waves of diziness swept through him.He felt himself slipping into the blackness.

Finally,his eyes were covered by a black cloud.

Through the black fog of his mind he felt himself being dragged to the bed;then ropes were being tied to his hands and feet.His clothes were ripped off.Something was stuffed into his mouth.A pitcher of water was poured over his head.Gradually,the blackness lifted as he regained consciousness.He opened his eyes to see a man dressed in black slacks and sweater.He did'nt recognize his assailant.The man in black picked up a gerry can and began pouring the liquid on Omar's lower stomach.

The Lebanese shivered as the cold fluid ran over his testicles and in between his legs.Then the smell reached his nostrils.It was gasoline.Omar moaned and squirmed and struggled against his bounds.Panic,uncontrolled panic,rose up in him like consecutive tidal waves.The man in black continued pouring down each leg until the lower part of Omar's body was drenched with the stinging gasoline.

The intruder then did a strange thing.He opened a brown bag and removed a dozen roses.He placed the long stems under the rope across the terrorist's chest so that the roses rested in Omar's face.Then he taped the stems in place.The sweet smell of the roses mixed with the pungent odor of the gas.

The man in black pulled a chair near the bed and sat down look at the Lebanese's face.He delibrately removed a box of matches from his pocket,taking one match out and igniting it.Freezing fear cascaded through Omar and sweat poured from his forehead.Omar struggled until his muscles ached from the strain.The man in black blew out the match.Maybe it was a joke,thought Omar,a terrible jokeThen his captor removed another match,lit it and flicked it casually between Omar's bare legs.The gas ignited with a fiery poof and the terrorist's lower body was engulfed with flames.

The painlessness only lasted for an instant.As the first layer of skin burned away,currents of pulstating,searing,white hot pain shot through Omar's body.He rose against his bounds.His eyes pleaded and beged for mercy,but in the man in black's eyes,Omar saw only death.

He tried to scream but only whimpers and muffled moans could get through the sock in his mouth.The acrid stench of burning flesh,his own flesh,filled his nostrils.Blazing,leaping pain raged through him like bolts of lightning.Finally,his legs turned cold,but the agonizing pain still raged through his stomach.Black smoke curled up and filled his nose,then down into his lungs.

He struggled for air,but there was none.His senses leaped from him as the fire crept toward his head.

The last thing he saw was a red rose.

The President of the United States of America George dubya Bush J.r dropped the files on to the top of the desk,the thump reverberating around the room.He stood with his back to the other two men in the room,both of whom looked first at him then at the files.The younger of them,George Tenet,director of the C.I.A,reached for the top file.

"Read it,"said Bush without turning round,and Tenet hesitated for a moment,as if fearing his superior possessed eyes in the back of his head,before he realised the President must have seen his reflection in the glass of the window."Read them all,"Bush continued,his tone subdued.Tenet began flicking through the file.His colleague merely sat,hands clasped on the top of the table,gazing at his superior's back.

Dick Cheney did'nt need to read those files.He knew what they contained.

"How many dead?"He asked.

"About 465,mostly children And Christ knows how many more if something is'nt done soon."

THe President sat down,fingertips pressed together.

"I feel we must before it's too late."

"What options do we have?"Cheney aked.

"As far as i see it we don't have a choice.There is only one course of action open to us.These terrorists must be stopped or else the media is going to have a field day with this and,if it gets out,God help us all.There is no choice."

The President leaned over and flicked on the console."Miss Vance ,Send in Mr Frankenstein." As Sid entered the office he was aware of three pairs of eyes upon him.He even saw a look of bewilderment on the face of Tenet,who then glanced across at the President.

"Gentlemen,this is Sid Frankenstein,Leader of Team Sadistic."the President said and indicated a chair nearby,where Sid sat down.The President introduced his two colleagues.

"Let's cut the bullshit,what do you want?"Sid demanded

"You recently tracked down Omar Mansoor,"Bush said."You were successful."

"Don't tell me,"said Sid ."You're going to give me a medal."

Bush glared at him then continued."We need your help,Mr frankenstein."

"Why me?."

"As i said before,you were very successful. Four days ago we inserted one of our top people into the Iranian City of Tehran. Our man was operating on some information he received that Zaid sultan might be in the city.

The Bomb attacks has all been linked to the fundamentalist Palestinian group Hamas. Hamas has stepped up its attacks recently in an effort to derail the Middle East peace process. Hezbollah,Al Qaeda,Asbat Al Ansar, Hamas have done very little to help each other's causes.

that is, until recently. Hamas have been looking for a way to continue their fight as things have calmed in Beirut. They found their opportunity after Israel assassinated Hamas leader Yehya Ayyash in 1996. Hamas turned even more militant, stepping up it's efforts to drive Israel from the West Bank and Gaza Strip. In this most recent period, the Israelis have noted a marked increase in the sophistication of Hamas bombs and tactics."

"How did you find that out?"

"The Israelis picked up a Hamas commander during one of their sweeps through the West Bank about a month ago. While they were interrogating him, he made several references to an attack that was being planned here in Washington. The Israelis couldn't get anything more out of the commander on the issue, except that the man behind the operation is none other than Zaid Sultan,who is now understandly in Teh ran Iran, working with a man known to have links with AlQaeda,Osman Al Bashir."

"Then why don't you do some thing about it?Why not send in the C..I.A to sort it out."

"It's not as simple as that..Speed is of the essence but so is secrecy.That's why i choose you for this job."

Sid held the President's gaze for long seconds.

"Go on,"he said quietly.

The President tossed the file in Sid's direction.

"What do you want me to do?"

"Go to Iran,and find Zaid sultan and Osman Al bashir"

"And if i do find them?"

"Kill them."

"Why the Fuck Should i care?"

"We're talking about peace here,Mr Frankenstein.Over ,God knows,how many people have died since the 1940's.Half of the people involved don't even know why.Now after all those deaths,there is a chance for peace.That peace can't be destroyed.Not at any cost.Zaid is threatening that peace.He has to be removed.If not,all the deaths,all the sacrifices,the takling,it'll have been for nothing.

"Save the fucking paitriotic sermons for someone who cares"

"Don't you want your daughter to rest in Peace?"

Sid regarded The President coldly.

"You've suffered yourself," the President continued "Don't you want it to end?"

Sid didn't answer.He snatched up the file on Zaid Sultan and headed for the door.And he was gone,the door slamming behind him.

Zaid Sultan removed his reading glasses and glanced up at the clock on his office wall.It had been almost five;time to call it a day.And it had been a busy day for him.That morning,as a presiding excecutioner ,it had been his honor to sentence 12 people to death by hacking off their heads for their crimes against Allah.

Zaid closed the letter he had been reading which was written

"He who kills with the sword,must be killed by the sword"


And tossed it into his rubbish bin.He stood up,stretched,crossed the room,removed his black robe from a wall hook,drapped it over his thin shoulders and walked out of the office.

His car- a black Mercedes-was waiting for him in the front of the chancellery.The swarthy bodyguard/driver held the back door open.Zaid acknowledged the driver's salute with a nod of his head.He settled into the back seat and opened the newspaper waiting on the seat.

The Mercedes moved out from the curb and joined the late afternoon traffic.After a few minutes Zaid folded the paper and relaxed to the 45 minute ride to his palatial residence.He closed his eyes and thought oabout the lamb and curry his wife promised him for this night.His stomach growled loudly,and he smiled at the sound.Indeed he was a happy man,basking in his success and contemplating an exciting future.

It was a pleasant day.The driver had his window open.The increasingly heavy traffic forcedthe Mercedes to slow down.Here and tthere,people on motor scooters wove in and out of the slow-moving traffic.Finally,the snarled traffic came to a complete halt.In a few seconds,the afternoon was filled with the din of hundreds of honking horns.

At first,the driver did not notice the Harley Davidson that stopped at his left elbow.He truned slowly to see a man wearing a black vest and a black helmet .A black robe was draped across his shoulders.Zaid's driver moved his eyes down and looked into the long cylinder of a silencer.The driver lunged for the AK-47 lying on the seat-but-too late-and as he turned again,the round cylinder coughed quietly and his head exploded into blackness.

Zaid awoke from his doze with a start-in time to see the back of his driver's head explode outward in a reddish-grey cloud.Blood,brains and bits of bone sprayed over the back seat and over the startled Zaid.

The man on the Harley turned his attention to the back seat.Zaid found himself looking into the long barreled pistol.Cold fear rose in his eyes.Time seemed to stand still.Crowds of people swirled around the Mercedes but no one paind any attetion to the unfolding drama.The honking horns rose to a deafening roar.The man behind the gun spoke

"Flight 209 remember?"

He squeezed the trigger on the elongated automatic and the gun spat quietly.The 9-mm hollow point slug took Ziad in the lower belly,shattering his spine as it exited and plowed into the back seat.Zaid felt a fiery pain blossom in his guts;his legs turned cold.His hands involuntarily closed over the hole in his stomach to stop the pain and the gushing blood.The dark sticky substance boiled out and poured through his clasped hands A screaming panic tore through his body.He tried to call out but only small whimper emitted.As he opened his mouth,blood gurgled out like vomit.

The cold-eyed man spoke again

"You looked and beheld a pale horse and his name that sat on him was Sid!."

The pistol rose slightly.Zaid's tear filled eyes stared at the gray cylinder.they pleade for a mercy he knew wouldn't come.The man behind the gun was death!.

The gun spoke fro the second time--PHTT!

Zaid's left eye disappeared into a red,bloody hole.An area the size of a baseball erupted from the back of his head.Zaid's pain was replaced by nothingness.His head snapped back with the impact.Then his body shuddered once and slid slowly to the bottom of the car.

Sid tucked the long barreled waepon under the robe.He drove off slowly,winding his way through the snarled vechicles.
Three hours later

Osman Al bashir lay in peaceful slumber in his temporary quaters on the fourth floor of the Esteghlal Grand Hotel.Osman,Osama bin laden's top man in afghanistan,had earned his week's leave in Iran.Earlier last week,he had been awarded a badge of honor.He stood proudly as Osama drapped the medallion around his neck.just three weeks had passed since he enginered the successful of the American embassy in beirut.He stood atop a building just a few hundred yards away and watched the car crash through the gates and explode at the front of the building.

It was a glorius moment.a magnificent coup for the holy war against America and it's allies.. ALLAH BE PRAISED.

Osman snored softly in his untroubled sleep,feeling secure in his sanctuary.Soldiers patrolled in the streets below and guarded the entrances to the hotel.The guardsin the hallway outside his door were two of his most trusted.

In the hallway,Salim Razoul was alert and ready.he took his job seriously and was willing to die to protect his master.The other guard had departed a few minutes earlier to go to the hotel kitchen to get some tea.

Salim turned as his comrade came up the stairs.The new arrival was carrying a tray which held a tea pot and two decanters.He leaned over and placed the tray on a low table.Then he stood up and turned around.Salim saw too late that the robed man was not his friend but Sid.

Salim began to raise his rifle.the other figure moved in a blur.Salim felt an agonizing blow to the pit of his stomach,followed by a crushing pain to his neck which brought instant blackness.he dropped heavily to the carpeted floor,his neck broken.Sid removed the brown robe from his own shoulders.He had borrowed it from the other guard,now lying dead in the hotel freezer.Underneath the brown robe,Sid was wearing a leather jacket,jeans and cowboy boots.

He opened the door to Osman's room and entered.He glided like a shadow to the bed where Osman slept peacefully.He turned on the table lamp with his left hand.In his right,he held a Heckler and Koch 9-mm VP 70 Z automatic pistol with a special Cobray"sionics" supressor attached.

The light awakened Osman,and the Afgahni began to sit up.As he opened his mouth to speak,it became filled with the round cylinder of the silencer.

"Don't move" Sid commanded

Osman's senses returned quickly.his eyes grew large with fright and his teeth ground against the steel cylinder.Cold sweat poured from his forehead and the muscles of his neck bugled with tension.He tried to swallow,but the pressure of the barrel on his tongue stopped him.

Sid spoke again"The American Embassy in Beirut."

He reapeated it again slowly and then said"You shouldn't have fucked with me."

Osman tried to struggle but Sid's strength was too much.Osman stared into the cold eyes looking at him and he knew the man was death.

The pistol coughed once,and Osman's head snapped back on the white pillow,which turned dark red.The Afghani satredat the ceiling but saw nothing.

Sid noted that -strangely-Osman had an erection.

Sid rose,snapped off the lamp,and walked out of the room.
Sid saw the policeman as soon as he reached the bottom of the steps.The officer was about the same height as Sid,his white helmet gleaming beneath the fluorescents in the underground car park.Sid slowed his pace,watching as the policeman walked slowly around the harley Davidson,his own bike parked close by.Sid had left the bike there,not expecting any trouble,not expecting anyone to find it until he was ready to leave.

He took another step towards the harley,watching as the cop continued walking around,inspecting.When he turned to face Sid,he could see that the uniformed man was in his early twenties.He flipped his visor as Sid approached.

"Is this your bike?"he asked in Arabic,running appraising eyes over the Leather jacket newcommer."Do you know it's illegally parked?"

Did he know?Was this a ruse?thought Sid

"Do you have any identification on you?"

He was fixedly staring at the cop.two bussiness men alighted from a taxi passed by,glacing disinterestedly at the tableau

"Why did you park here?"

Sid eased the jacket open slightly.The cop's radio crackled and he puled it from his belt,flicked it to "Receive".Sid stood gazing at him.The cop nodded as he heard what was beeing said to him by the voice at the other end.Nodded.Sid kept his gaze fixed on the uniformed man.The cop looked straight at him.For interminable seconds it was as if both men had frozen.

He fucking knows

A woman struggled from a cab,the driver helping her with her massive suitcase.Both glanced at the motorcyclists nearby.From above,sid heard some words being called urgently over but his eyes were still riveted on the cop.

"Your ID,"the cop said,the radio still pressed to his ear.Sid slid his right hand inside his jacket and pulled out a .357 magnum.He saw the look of surprise on the cop's face as the handgun was hefted before him,the barrel yawning wide.Sid fired.the sound was amplified by the enclosed concrete space and the gunshots exploded like a sonic blast,deafening everyone in the confrined area.

The woman with the cases screamed,her cries drowned out by the blasts.The first bullet hit the cop in the left shoulder.tore through and erupted from his back,cracking a portion of his scapula,taking gobbets of flesh,bone and material with it.It was followed by a second,which thudded into his stomach,doubling him over,fingers clutching at the wound,one slipping inside the hole as blood poured freely down his body.He dropped to his knees,his visor falling forward and Sid could see the cop staring at almost in bewilderment through the perspex.He fired one shot through it.

The clear material shattered,the bullet powering into the cop's cheek,punching his lower jaw,blasting several teeth free.Blood seemed to fill the helmet and he fell on to what was left of his face.The woman was still screaming.The taxi driver had run back and leaped behind the wheel.Sid swung his leg over the Harley's seat,started the engine and twisted the throttle.The bike screamed on to the road,skidding slightly,back wheeling spinning.

A speedin Police car mounted the pavement to avoid traffic,the driver twisting the wheel,guiding the vehile down the sharp incline towrds the underground car park.

The sound of screeching tyres joined the strident scream of the sirens as the police car sped down the ramp.the driver glanced on his left as they swept through the subterranean area.He saw the prone figure of the motorbike cop lying in a pool of blood.

"shit!"he grunted and reached for the radio.The car roareddown another ramp,the vehicle skidding slightly on some spilled oil at the bottom.

"There's an officer down ,"said his colleague,gripping the door as the car turned the corner,throwing him side ways."Esteghlal Grand Hotel underground car park,it looks bad.Over"

"Message,car three.Where are you now?over"

"In pursuit of a motorbike.We have reason to believe the rider is responsible for the injuries to the officer.We're heading out of the underground car park and he-"

He grunted as the car cannoned off a wall before spinning back on the road.

"Be careful"He grunted,glaring at the driver.

"Do you want to drive?"The driver said,eyes fixed on the speeding bike ahead of him

"Heading towards Al Aien highway again,request assistance.Over"

The police car reached the top of the ramp and sped between two cars,clipping the front of a Suv,shattering one head lamp.

Sid looked over his shoulders and saw the pursuing police car,it's lights spinning wildly on it's roof,the siren wailing.sid gunned down the throttle and took the bike into a tight left turn.

The harley narrowly avoided a Rover heading in the opposite direction,the tip of one handlbar scraping the paintwork of the vehicle and almost caused Sid to overbalance but he kept control of the bike and roared on.The police car followed.Traffic lights ahead,the lights were flickering from amber to red.Sid shot through,the needle on the speedo nudging sixty.

The police car stilled followed.Another police car turned out of Abdul Nassir Road.It's sirens also blaring and,for fleeting seconds,Sid could see the nervous faces of the two men inside.Sid smiled inside his helmet and sent the bike roaring almost diagonally across the road.

It struck the kerb,skidded,then the wheels gripped and he was riding hell for leather along the pavement,pedestrians scattered.He turned the bike back on to the road and swept past Malik St.The two cars followed,the first of them closing the distance between car and bike.

Sid saw this in his wing mirror and slid one hand inside his jacket,pulling a .357 magnum free.He looked quickly behind him then fired off four rounds,the gun bucking uncontrollably in his hand.Two shots ricocheted off the road,the third took off the car's left wing mirror and the fourth struck the radiator grille.Sid continued to pump the trigger.His next two shots both struck the wind screen,which promptly spider-webbed.

The leading car went out of control,skidded acroos the road and slammed head on into a 1999 Chevrolet silverado,the sickening crash audible even over the sound of the harley's engine.Sid smiled,aware that the other police car was still in pursuit.

"Shit!We need more back up,Quick!.We're going to lose him."said one of the cops.As if in answer to his entreaty,another police car pulled out from Adnan st.A head a police bike nosed it's way into traffic from khan st.

Sid saw the newest of the pursers join the chase "Come and get it,you little son of a bitch.I'll teach you something about terrorism." The police bike was level with him,riding on the pavement,the occupant glancing across at him periodically.The street had become a blur of moving vehicles,the smell of exhaust fumes and rubber hanging thickly in the air,the roar of the powerful motors drowning out every other sound.

Traffic moving in the other direction swereved to avoid the oncomming procession.A lorry was moving ponderously across the junction.As he cut across the path of the bike,Sid slid one hand in side his jacket and hauled out this time a 457 magnum.He fired three shots,the weapon buckling fiercely in his hand.

The First shot missed.

The second struck the windscreen of the bike,shattered it and hit the lefty hand of the rider,blasting off two fingers.

The third struck the top box and tore a portion of it away.Blood streaming from what was left of hs fingers,the rider struggled to keep control of the bike,finally losing the battle.

The bike went over,throwing the rider clear,the machine spinning across the tarmac,slamming into the huge wheel of the lorry,which barely shuddered from the impact.The bike exploded.There was a sudden eruption of yellow and orange flame as the bike disappeared beneath a shrieking ring of fire.

The motor cop was lying flat on the road,blood spurting from his hand.Thick black smoke was billowing upwards in a miniature mushroom cloud.

Sid glanced over his shoulder and saw the pursuing vehicles,sirens blaring,lights flashing brightly.He eased up on the throttle slightly,the needle of the bike 's speedo slipping towards forty,thirty five,twenty.

"We've got him"shouted the driver of the first car.He saw Sid reach behind him,flip open one of the top boxes.The Driver pressed down harder on the accelerator.Behind him,the other police car was also drawing nearer.Sid was comming up to a corner,guiding the bike almost gracefully around it into Hamdan row.As he straightened up he pulled something from the top box.

"Ya Allah"gasped the driver .He saw the Steyr gripped firmly in Sid's fist.

The first fusiallade drilled holes right across the front of the police car,blasting out both headlights,punturing the radiator grille in several places and smashing in the windscreen.Glass flew back into the car and both men tried to shield their faces from the projectile shards.

The driver struggled to to control the car which skidded madly across the street.The shriek of burning tyres was instantly eclipsed by the rattle of a second burst from the sub machine gun.bullets struck the car once more.The driver was slammed backin his chair as one of the 9mm slugs powered into his chest.The bullet tore through him,burst from his back and lodged in the driver's seat.

He slumped forward over the wheel,still concious,bleeding badly.The other cop grabbed for the wheel,trying to keep the spinning vehicle under control.there was a terrifying impact from behind as the second police car rammed the first,the meatl of it's chassis simply buckling.The front bumper tore away in the impact.

Sid glanced once again over his shoulder and saw the two vehicles,the second car ploughing into a parked car as the driver wrestled with the wheel.In one manic second The car was on it's side.

Shocked .Dazed

The cop pushed his way through the shattered windscreen and fell foward onto the pavement.His head was spinning.He knew he was going to pass out.The world was spinning before him.He fell foward onto his face,the stink of burned rubber and petrol strong in his nostrils.

"He is gone,we have lost him,"he thought,but the words wouldn't form on his lips before he blacked out.

Of Sid there was no sign.