Story Evil's eBay

Every move has a purpose. A split personality, from the movie Fight Club once said, “You want to make an omelet, you gotta break some eggs.” Early on, I understood that I would need to gain the skills from a variety of interesting and deadly people. So I set upon my global sojourn. I mastered Muay Tai and Brazilian Jiu Jitsu. I lived in New Mexico the land of enchantment, where I learned mixed martial arts from a master of mixed martial arts. After that I moved to Brazil, where I studied in Rio de Janiero, at Nova Uniao, and I trained with elite UFC fighters. I learned high level striking, grappling, advanced understanding of fitness, CrossFit, nutrition, and proper game-planning for fights. I remember walking by a street musician, playing a slightly out of tune guitar, I watched and learned. I observed this same fellow three days in a row, I noted every hand position, string position, and the reception of the crowd. While in Brazil and I realized I could play an instrument just by observing for a couple of hours. I asked the beggar for his guitar on the fourth day, which he gave me, and I made him a week’s worth of panhandling in less than seven minutes.

To hone my skills I fought in the underground Super Fight Clubs. The first rule of Super Fight clubs don’t talk about Super Fight club. Imagine super powered people on the outs who need to earn some cash to feed their addiction, fuel their lust for beautiful things, or just want to see how tough they are. It’s an underground network of clubs where super people beat the tar out of one another. There is something visceral that can’t quite be described when a fist meets an orbital socket and the roar of the crowd. We all used alternate names. Imagine an underground fight club where everyone has powers and a grudge. The fights draw millionaires with cash to burn to even higher rollers with Presidential titles and vast resources. From super soldiers, half man half dinosaurs, and hipster vampire teenagers. The clubs were located in scenic cities such as New York, Moscow, and Stockholm. The powered set risk broken bones, jaws and teeth for a shot at the $100,000 prize per match. The spectators paid $500 for a ticket to watch the carnage and gamble on the outcomes. There are no rules.

I took the name the “Grim Reaper” when I entered the fight scene. The irony was that I did not intend to kill anyone, just gain experience. My goal was to earn the experience of fighting supers without getting my ass handed to me and arrested. I wanted to work my way up through the ranks. identify my weaknesses before starting my professional career. Think of it as an internship on steroids for super villains. In the scene, I ran into various rejects as well as professionals.

Some theorize that fighting is innate in humans. Some external stimulus or unexplained medical condition that is yet to be understood. Others theorize that violence is learned. I found people fought when they had power but no respect, people are irrational, and they do so to survive desperate times.

The lawless beatings were violent. I saw a Wolf Man being strangled by a creature with purple tentacles. I broke the jaw of a nearly immortal vampire who was stuck looking like a teenage for all eternity. A little holy water and a bath in garlic before the fight helped. We were all given a days’ notice before the fight and in that time I typically developed 75 different techniques or strategies to destroy my opponent.

I once fought an Atlantean. The common misperception is that they don’t exist. The truth they do exist. They can only exist outside of water for a limited duration before they asphyxiate. Because they live at various pressures their bodies are physically stronger than the average human being. They tend to have an inferiority complex as well and they are not fans of surface dwellers who have desecrated their food supply and territory. I can hardly blame them.

I let that poor sap get the jump on me and believe that he had clobbered me with his clumsy but powerful punches. What he lacked in technique he made up with ferocity and power. His initial onslaught of punches, kicks and a ferocious upper cut would have killed a normal man.

He hit me so hard my jaw broke and I went down. Unfortunately for him, the nanotechnology coursing through my veins had me operationally efficient in less than 30 seconds. He turned around to take in the roar of the crowd. I pulled myself off the dirty floor and regained my composure. Seizing the opportunity, I jumped on his back and got him in a rear naked choke.

He fought like a fish ensnared in a fisherman’s net fighting for survival. Eventually, he took a knee, which I used to my advantage as I executed a figure four rear naked choke by wrapping my legs around his waist, and restricting the blood flow to his brain via the carotid arteries in his neck. Eventually, he lapsed into unconsciousness after a few seconds. After I was declared the winner, I brought him my water and helped him out of the ring. I’m not a heartless bastard, his people are nearly extinct, and he was fighting for their survival. I gave him my winnings that night. We remain friends to this day.

I fought a couple of times a week. I fought everyone that came my way. The more time you spend with super people the more you see their flaws. Their bodies, gestures, and movements belay their weaknesses if you know what you are looking for. Power comes with a price and everyone has a weakness. I used my time to make great social connections, new lines of business, and to study super villainy up close.

During the day, I developed the “Dark Web” as it is known today and digital currency. My “Dark Web” became the marketplace to sell super powered items, services, and procure anything a super villain might need. I designed the Dark Web to serve as an ebay for the criminally gifted. Have an Alien spaceship you want to sell? Want to buy or sell your Death Ray, Dragon Armor, Toxic Chemical, or Robot army? Super Villains make waves, they build things, buy services, or need to procure equipment. No one can build everything themselves or buy things off the shelf. People like us prefer to stay off the grid. I found a need and filled it. Check out “Evil’s” ebay for super criminals.

After setting up my Dark Website I created the first ever illicit digital currency. Super villain transactions are a cash only business and it necessitated the development of a secure digital currency. Both made me a fortune a few months after they were created. Since then hackers and others have developed their own versions to sell conventional weapons, third rate hitman, and drugs. Evil’s eBay became the interplanetary bazaar with annual sales in the tens of billions of dollars. I had multiple warehouses located around the world and a full time staff of robots shipping orders. In many ways I laid the ground work for Amazon.

 

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