Part 5: Retnah’s Dilemma

Marks jaw goes slack as he sees the absolute unit of a man enter the room. He started to quiver for he couldn't fathom the mountain of manhood Infront of him. A manhood he
would have to climb.

Mark fell to his knees as he felt the presence of the edgking but He had to get back up to protect the love of his life, Tayla.
Mark had to be brave and stood up, asking for the name of this giant. The giant replied in a deep seductive tone, “Yes, my name is “Retnuh.”

Mark raised his fists and tied his blackbelt to his forehead, maintaining firm eye contact with Retnuh. All of his limbs begin to stretch. Conor in a calm, cool tone says, “hes ascending, no longer is he a weak little faggot.”

Retnuh lifts his right arm and thrusts it towards mark, hitting him square in the face, right through the concrete wall. Mark rose like a phoenix from the ashes.

He stretched out his arms and began to screech (like a fucking gay retard) “REEEEEEEEE’” and a noise so foul but so entrancing filled the room.

Tayla began to cry, but went to Retnuh, taking his side. Mark felt betrayed, every bone in his body which was once filled with rage, froze. He felt everything but nothing at the same time. His hazel orbs were fixed on the one man who he was determined to destroy.

A deafening silence fills the room, and as Mark is about to lunge toward Retnuh the hospital door opens
And a wheelchair rolls in…