date epic fail

I hate these power fights. Two guys with some special “talents” get thrown in a cage and fight it out. No, not true: some I like. There have been some pretty good ones, but most of the major promotions pick guys with the most outlandish powers even if they don't have any deeper fighting abilities I mean the highest paid fighter today is a guy named Trask the Electric Beefcake who can grow his muscles twenty fold and shock his opponents with an electric current running through his body. Trask is impressive but the jerk can't tell the difference between a side kick and a suplex. He just bear hugs and shocks: so boring to watch. Plus, so many highly skilled and thoughtful cruserweights and featherweights have beaten him, so the bookers just put him with mindless wimps
Still, this should be a pretty solid fight, and the fact that I got Trask to come with me is really impressive. Still that means I have to sit with ol' Zappy listening to his motor mouth and his thoughts. His mouth focuses on him his head focuses on parts of me. But the more time I spend with him the better chance I have to figure out what he really knows.
Trask is planing to make “a pass” on me so I am get up and go to the restroom. And, of course he grabs me and offers to walk with me. I am soon aware that some fifteen year old kid is going to jump off the top of this building. I tell him that I have to go; he holds tighter to my wrist. I only continue the vain struggle for a wee bit before I realize that something deeper is surfacing to prompt him to stop me so I seek his mind as I feign distress.
As I pull and tug I dig and prod into his mind. I finally meet the core of his psyche and blast some professionally laid neroblockers. I sacrifice nearly all of my focus on my body to focus on the mind of Trask. I feel my bowls and bladder go as all I am aware of is this psychic wall. I finally break it. And white.
“Monster!” I cry to the true beast before my soul.
“I am the force that forms what should be,” Trask's soul responded to me, “Trask deserves so much more than what he has!”
“No! You starve for more, but you have no right to orchestrate the death of thousands of children!
“Trask shall be the last of champions! The last of the last generation!” The soul raised against me and severed my bond on his realm.
Trask and I vomited and seizured as our bodies realigned with our psyche. Trask's soul was the most disgusting cockroach I have seen. It had ten thousand heads its wings buzzed instantly His mouths devoured his own limbs and worms animated his visible stomach. And now that beast rubbed more strongly on the walls of his concous. I could sense the fluttering silhouette gnawing its way out of id land.