The Nightmare Dojo’s goons began spilling out into the lobby area with weapons in hands. Few of them were armed. While others had various martial arts weapons including nunchuk, sai, and katana. One of the goons stood in the middle of the lobby on top of the lobby desk. He held a gun in one hand and pointed it at the ceiling. “LET’S DO THIS FOR THE NIGHTMARE DOJO!” He screamed. But that was all he was able to get out before Ricochet leveled him with a flying dropkick.

McIntyre hollered as The Gifted jumped into battle. His eyes glowed white with power and his sword, Angela, pulsed with dark energy. He swung the mighty sword with extreme force. With one swipe four flunkies went flying in pieces. Another swipe and three more cronies. Another swipe and four more. McIntyre’s sword glowed as it absorbed the blood of the fallen goons. “Stay back or face the same fate as your brothers and sisters!” bellowed the Scottish Warrior. He gave them a fair warning to stay back but they challenged him with weapons. Angela vibrates in his palms. The black steel pulsates with dark energy.

Ricochet bounds off of a wall kicking two cronies in the jaw. He hits the floor and does a sweeping kick knocking four more guys to the ground. After a kip up, he stomps each baddie and delivers a thunderous Pele Kick to an armed cronie knocking the gun out of his hand. A fierce Roundhouse Kick connects to the jaw of another. However, over seven guys jump on Ricochet to hold him down. They try, and dogpile over him in their bodies. After a few moments a light begins to emit from under the dogpile, the ground begins shaking, and instantly the dogpile is broken with bodies flying everywhere. Ricochet hovers in place above the ground where he was mobbed. “You can’t keep kinetic energy down boys” laughs the glowing fighter as he blasts around the room in a flash fighting multiple bad guys at once.

While Ricochet and Mcintyre take care of these guys. Cage and Wardlow run into a hallway tossing enemies around like nothing. They work well together. Wardlow grabs a guy by his hair and whips him into Cage who chops the guy down to the floor violently. Wardlow drops the ripped out hair and does the same to another, and another. They round a corner and stop. Nick Aldis is standing in front of them with a big smile on his face. He is surrounded by security personnel with guns drawn. “Welcome to my latest Nightmare Dojo chaps. Too bad you won't be able to get a better tour.” The men open fire, Cage jumps back around the corner but Wardlow gets clipped. His bicep explodes in a bloody mess.

Aldis looks around for something to protect himself with before Cage is literally pouncing right onto him. Cage is like a wild animal. Serum pumping through his veins makes his muscle mass bulge and swell. He holds Aldis down by the neck and lands knee after knee into the Brotherhood’s leader. Aldis spits blood out into Cage's eyes temporarily blinding the Caged Beast for a moment. Aldis takes this opportunity to remove his tie and kick Cage square in the ribs. Blood is now coming out of Cage’s mouth. “You could have sat on Cody’s right side Cage. But now look at you. On all fours. Wincing in pain. Like an animal. That’s all you are, Cage, an animal.” And with that Cage’s pupils turn to pinholes. His teeth grind and break. His back arches and he lets out a terrifying cry. His muscles pop and bulge again as he grows in mass. “Impossible!” cries out Aldis as he begins bashing Cage across the back with whatever he can find. But nothing is slowing down this genetic beast.

Nick Aldis stands panting as the dust begins to settle. But Cage has not fallen. Cage is standing before him. A giant, ferocious, hulking mass of muscle and anger. Cage breathes heavily with a sort of odd wheeze. His teeth were sharp and fanged. Cage raises one of his giant robust arms but it’s grabbed from behind by the Samoan Werewolf. Aldis smirks as clambers to his feet and scrambles away. “You're a freak Cage! You’ll always be a freak!” Aldis yelled over his shoulder as he ran off down the corridor. A swipe and Cage yells out as his blood splatters against the facilities wall.

Jacob Fatu was fully transformed. Large red glowing eyes. Tough fur jetted out from his skin. His teeth were gnarled and sharp. He was a full werewolf. “You aren’t the only son of Doctor Shelby.” Fatu growled under his breath. His sharp talon-like claws dripped with Cage’s blood. “Nope, but I am the best son!” They both reared back before clashing. Cage pummeled and punched at The Samoan Werewolf’s head. Fatu slashed and gnashed with his teeth. Both knocked back by the power of their attacks. Cage landed against a wall with crates on it. Blood poured from the open wound on his chest. The Werewolf held his jaw which hung in an unnatural fashion.

“That’s enough!” a voice boomed as The Scottish Warrior stepped into the hallway between these two monsters. McIntyre stood tall with Angela in his hand. The blade dropped with the blood of his enemies. “Cage, we are leaving.” Drew stood with his mighty sword in front of him. Fatu, now joined by Havok and Callihan, is making its way to his feet. Cage picked himself up but was uneasy on his feet. He had already begun to lose mass and blood was spilling out. Quickly, McIntyre reached down with one hand and ripped the shirt off of a fallen bad guy. He tossed it at Cage. “Put pressure on that and get out to the truck.” Drew kept the blade pointed at the Brotherhood members who were smiling and watching.

“You know you can leave now. But we are going to find you and make you pay.” Sami Callihan began laughing as they took Jacob Fatu away. “See you assholes soon enough.”