Post by Deleted on Apr 6, 2013 11:19:15 GMT -6
Chapter 25: No, put that away!
Flipping the card he received yesterday around in his hand, the young man closed his eyes and then slid the card into his pocket. Pulling in a deep breath, he grabbed the book off of the desk next to him and opened it. Chapter 25, No, put that away!
BABAM! My fists struck the 100 pound bag, a slight swing of the bag a result of the action. BABAM! Again both hands struck the bag and again it began to swing. Training, this is what made me so good, my desire to constantly train and prepare, unlike others around me. But their lifestyles are just that, their lifestyles, and there is no denying what Inkt has accomplished prior to this match.
But… ah hell no buts. Let’s get down to it some people in this industry want to try and get the laugh, to make the joke and totally be accepted by the fans. Enter Inkt, while talented in the ring, hell skilled beyond that of most people, he can’t help but try and get the laugh. That’s what he wants, people around him smiling and the party hopping, and there is nothing wrong with that, until it crosses a line. See when the laughs aren’t there, he defaults to what he knows, and that’s the gay jokes. Yeah in this day and age, people find that funny still, even with all the acceptance of the homosexual culture.
Yes I know Inkt himself is a free swinger, and I mean bi/gay/homosexual, or whatever you want to classify him as. He uses that to his advantage, almost like it was a gimmick, you see that lifestyle, thrown over the top, that’s his humor, his get the laugh activity. But you see that isn’t the real problem with Inkt, his biggest problem is his attention span, his ability to keep his own ass in the ring.
You are going to need all your fingers and all your toes for this, so get ready. Ok Inkt back in like 2010, had Pugh run his truck over and then Inkt disappeared from wrestling. There was this time when he was the Hulk, not sure if they painted him green or not, but that was his gimmick, not some dick taking homo, well hell maybe he was then too. Point being he disappeared then too. Then a few months later he was facing Roger Wright, and guess what, yup disappeared not too long after that.
He came back a while later like he always does, kicked some ass, and then check this out, fucking vanished again. They say he lost interest or desire or some shit. But here’s the kicker, he came back a while later and even managed at one point to take over the NEW, hell hired me, but I think I already said that. Well either way, things were rocking, the money was coming in and bam, guess what? Yeah he fucking quit, right in the middle of running a successful wrestling company he walked the fuck out.
Let that sink for a minute, if Inkt were to beat me, and it’s possible, the man is talented beyond most other people. But just imagine what he would represent as champion, he claims I shit on the title, that I destroyed what it stood for. What will him quitting while champion do to the title? Exactly, and that moment is coming soon, you see Inkt has been back now for about three or four months, he has to be itching to quit, to walk away again, to lose his motivation or his muse or his what the fuck ever it is that he loses touch with when he quits.
BABAM! My fists bounced off the bag again as the thoughts ran through my head. Another round of punches, and I stepped back. The sweat was dripping off my brow pretty heavily, prompting me to grab my towel off the stool next to me. That’s when I realized just how empty the gym was this early in the morning. But of course the one guy there with me was looking right at me, and snickering, something clearly was funny.
Shaking my head, I returned to the punching bag, but before I could get started you know who interrupted me. Of course it wasn’t what anyone would expect in my position, this was actually a bit funny when I thought about it. “You no wikey girls?” The man said as he came walking up, his phone in hand.
“Excuse me?” It was the obvious reply to a statement like that the man had just made.
“He wook wike you!” Holding up his phone, an image of a man that no doubt, looked just freaking like me was on his phone. Actually standing there in that moment, I got a sinking feeling that maybe I had a brother, or maybe I was gay before I lost my memory. Ok not going to lie, a chill went up my spine as I thought about it. Let me clarify, not because that would have been a bad thing, but because it would mean that everything about what I thought of my sexuality now would have been wrong.
“No it’s not me.” With a nod and a smile I replied to the man and turned away to continue training, unfortunately the man was adamant.
“Ingt ses it wook wike you cus it is.” The man had circled around on me and was standing right in front of me, picture in my face again. Now there is a way to talk to people, and thrusting a picture in their face is not that way.
Grabbing the phone, I slung it against the wall shattering it into a thousand pieces. “Yu Wike dick!” The mean yelled and laughed as he ran out of the gym, the door slamming behind him. Shaking my head, I turned to the punching bag, and bam there he was, Tucker standing on the other side of it.
“Anger issues much? Looks like it.” He smiled while walking out from behind the bag. “Were you gay before you lost your memory? Nope.” He said with a growing smile. “Am I here to give you piece of mind? Again, nope.” Tucker motioned with his head for me to follow, and I did.
Around the outer area of the gym the two of us walked, and for a long moment, not talking. Then finally I broke the silence. “SO what the hell are you doing here then?” Tucker remained silent for another long moment, then finally he broke the silence and answered my question, sort of.
“Is the gay thing bothering you? I can tell. Would you maybe start to listen to me if I eliminated the gay question? You might. Will I find out? Yep.” Reaching into his pocket, Tucker withdrew a picture and handed it to me. In the image was myself and a woman laughing as we embraced.
“Who is this?” I asked as my mind frantically searched for the answer, but there was no memory, no image of this woman in my mind. As I looked up, Tucker was gone, nothing left of him. My eyes again fell to the image of the woman and I flipped it over in my hands, ‘I’ll never forget – Tanya.’ Something about the inscription made my heart sink, I’ll never forget, and she probably wasn’t, it was me that forgot, everything.
Over the next few hours I packed up my stuff, finished the work out and headed back to my hotel room. That night I figured a good night sleep would help me for the match at Kamikaze, but unfortunately the good night sleep didn’t come to me, instead my night was filled with dreams.
It started out innocent, me and Tanya sitting at a table, eating some pancakes late at night. But it quickly gets going wild from there as a few moments pass. What seems like a normal night is quickly interrupted by a man that looks just like Inkt came out of nowhere, yanked me out of the booth and began to beat on me.
Using everything I knew, I fought back, but he kept beating me, every counter I had he had another counter for. Before I knew it the fight was over, I was on my back, defeated, deflated and Inkt wearing a big smile. That’s when he reached down and unzipped his pants while stepping forward, the most ungodly unimaginably huge penis falling out of his pants.
That’s when I woke up, sweat pouring over my head and down my back. Sure it wasn’t the damn white room dream, but this really wasn’t much better. Something was surely wrong with me. Yet the only one who seemed to have any information was a fucking jack ass that didn’t want to tell me shit.
Slowly I laid my head down and fell back asleep, only to be assaulted by more shitty dreams. This one starred Hunter Valentyne, standing over me laughing, but that’s when Inkt walks in behind him, and for a moment even in my dream it seems crazy that Hunter and Inkt would be together. That’s when Inkt unzips his pants and pulls out his fucking huge dick.
Once more I wake up, a whole 45 minutes after the first time I woke up, and again I am sweating. All night this is how things went, dreams of people in my life, and all of them end with Inkt pulling out a big dick and me waking up sweating hard.
About 4:30 in the morning I shot up in bed, another bad dream but this time I wasn’t alone, Tucker was sitting at the end of the bed. “Keep seeing something you don’t like?” he began to laugh a little bit, and never answered the question.
“What of it?” I asked while pulling myself to a seated position back first against the headboard of my bed.
“Nothing. Here’s the deal Colt, when you lose this match, you come with me, and I will show you the truth about yourself.” Tucker repositioned himself on the end of the bed.
“When I lose this match?” He had made the statement about me losing as if it were a forgone conclusion.
“Yes when you lose. Face it Colt, that asshole is all up in your head, hell he has fucked your world up, that’s what everyone is saying, just like when you beat Nocturnal. It’s funny how those things work, but people always talk about it, dude got in dude’s head, fucked up his world, he never had a chance. When you are not in the business you hear it all the time. Well that’s what people are saying about you now.” Tucker twisted his head and popped his neck.
“Really, In my head?” I laughed as my head shook back and forth, Tucker joining on the laughter with me.
“You did just dream about his penis like five times.” Tucker smiled at me, he clearly saw the look of shock on my face at his comment. “Oh come on Colt, you talk in your sleep and the words, no not your big dick again Inkt!” Tucker burst into laughter now as he continued on. “Then watching you shoot straight up in bed sweating is just awesome.”
“He isn’t in my head.” I barked back.
“Yeah well tell yourself what you need too. So when you lose you will come back with me, deal? I will give you all the secrets to the mystery that is your past.” Tucker smiled as he stood up.
“What if I don’t lose?” I shot back, but Tucker simply stopped at the door to my hotel and turned back at me laughing his head shaking. Then he vanished out of the room and I was left to think about what he said. Was Inkt all up in my head, he was in my dreams, and haunting me. But at Kamikaze He would be the one living his nightmare, and mine would be over.
The man shut the book and looked confused. For the first time, Colt seemed lost, his mind was fragmented and he didn’t seem to have a purpose. Maybe it was Inkt, but it seemed more like Hunter had managed to take something from Colt, and it was still missing a week later. Colt was in trouble, and the young man knew that before he even thinking about opening the next chapter.