Post by pugh10 on Apr 16, 2013 15:16:21 GMT -6
"My daddy once told me a long time ago that the quickest way to get passed over in this life is to make plans and not consider the variables that were going to come your way. Most people consider that "best laid plans" and no matter how you look at it, its dead on the money one way or the other. If you don't leave room for all the unknown factors that will surely come your way then you are doomed to go down like a big mouth whore at Mardi Gras. In this life you are going to get hit with the unknown and what separates the winners from the losers are the ones that are ready for it and can adapt to it or the ones that have blinders on and keep their head down no matter what. Unfortunately for yours truly this time around I had some giant ass fat blinders on and it cost me in a major way!"
"My best laid plans, if you will, were to come back into New Edge side by side with my two best friends Inkt and Johnny and shock the world at World War X and bring home the win in a glorious fashion. From there it was to do only one other thing, to put the division that I put on the map back into everyone's living room and make what is now known as the Xcore division the place to be and the place to watch here in NEW. Best laid plans right? Yeah we won at World War X but a certain masked moron messed up the glorious aspect of it when he inserted himself into something that was none of his business."
"I'm gonna pop some tags...."
My phone goes off and that ring tone is only one person, Inkt. Surely he is calling to tell me he and Kief are on their way over here right now but to be honest I don't want to see them. I don't want to talk to them. Is it too much to just be left alone from time to time? Don't get it twisted, couldn't be more proud of Inkt right now. He finally did it and now he has joined a group of people that is very small and very exclusive and lord knows he has earned it. Nothing would make more proud then to see him run with that belt for a year and become the greatest world champ this company has ever seen. However I cant lie when I say that a small part of me is jealous of him. Inkt has always been my sidekick, it was always Pugh and Inkt and he was always my plus one. Now......well now it is quickly turning into me being his plus one.
"People have been throwing out the has been and over the hill comments for years now but when push came to shove it never mattered because when Ryan Pugh got into that ring it was made real clear that past my prime is one thing that I was not. These days however it is starting to get a little more merit behind it. I mean what the hell have I actually achieved since coming back? Yeah I almost beat Valora, I almost won the ultimate Xcore match and I almost pulled a dark soul out into the light but when its all said and done almost don't get you nowhere unless your playing horse shoes. On top of it all now Inkt is the world champ and guess who is his side kick now? Are all the critics finally right? What if I am nothing more then a novelty now? Just someone kept around for a few laughs and a nice bit of nostalgia from time to time? Just someone who is there to give someone else a good match to get them ready for something bigger? Oh god what if I am no better then Hunter Valentyne?"
"I'm gonna pop some tags....."
Damn it Inkt leave me alone already! Hunter Valentyne? Fuck that, even if I am in a wheel chair I am more entertaining then that shit stain! "Sure I could sit here and blame Emily for her deception and playing with my emotions the way she did. She had me so caught up that up and down seemed to be the same damn direction by the time Kamikaze rolled around. The I could blame her sicko brother for using her to get to me and taking advantage of everything to weasel his way into the match. I could blame Hazard for forcing my hand to get into the match and then using that damn mask to get an advantage and sneaking in the back door to take what should have been mine. Hell I could even blame Johnny Stylez for being a massive douche and screwing me and Inkt over just for the sake of his overblown ego. But when it comes down to it there is only one person to blame, RYAN PUGH!"
"Should have seen it coming that Emily was a succubus straight from hell, that Johnny couldn't take it not being in the spotlight, that Noc would do anything to get an advantage because he couldn't win shit on the up and up and I damn sure should have seen it coming that Hazard would take any shortcut put in front of him to try and prove he was better then me. Fucking blinders man, you have got to pay attention to the shit around you or it will take you out of the picture and write you off before you have a chance to know what the hell happened. It's all my fault and it would be the cowards way out to put it on everyone else. If I did that then I wouldn't be any better then Hunter."
"That's alright though because its time to see if The Insane Icon still has a little juice left in this old ass body or not. I told all of you on Ignite that it all started right then and there and my road back to redemption is in full effect. Emily and Noc will come later and I already have a plan in place for Hazard that will get me pay back and so much more but first thing is first and the first person to throw a wrench in my plans was that masked moron Seth Iser! It was so perfect, couldn't have planed it out better myself, I had Hazard in position to end his career just like I did that wash out Psycho years ago. A well placed Pugh Bomb off the top of the War Games cage and no more Hazard but Iser had to put his big fat nose right in the middle of my business, yeah don't think I forgot about what you did Iser."
"Both of us have been in this business for a long time but our paths have never really crossed even though we had been in the same company several times. Never really had a problem with you, to be honest I have always kind of had a certain level of respect for what you have done and accomplished but then you did something that you should have never done and that put yourself in my business and that is something that just can not be let go and forgotten about. If what you did wasn't enough you then played a part in this whole deception surely, I mean you are nothing more then Koresh's bitch right Iser? No way he would pull this off without you there to wipe his ass the whole way right? And you can say whatever you want about it, truthfully I could give two shits if you were involved or not because to me you were dead in the middle of it and you will pay as if you were the center of what happened weather you were or not makes no difference to me."
"Yo fatty" The voice of Inkt rang through the room as I took a deep breath and looked back into the camera on my lap top.
"All you need to know is that all the plans are in motion and this weeks Ignite is the biggest in the history of this company and when its all over it will not be Jesse Styles that people are talking about. Not Hazard, not Johnny, not Hunter, not Slater, not Iser, not Noc or Emily or even my man Inkt........it will be RYAN PUGH that they are talking about and you can take that shit to the damn bank bitch!"
"What the fuck are you doing?"
Inkt rounded the corner just as I was ending my little video rant and saving it to the lap top to post. I closed my lap top and looked up at him with a blank look on my face as he was wearing the world title on his shoulder like a big fat fuck you badge on his shoulder. I took a deep breath and looked back down at the table. "I was doing my first entry for this NEW diary from the road thing that they asked me to do to put up on the main site."
"Well me and Kieffy brought cookies so get your fat ass in here and grub down on some." He seemed to be in a pretty chipper mood and to be honest why wouldn't he be? He was the world champ and was in the middle of the biggest time in his career and here I was looking the twilight of my career in the face. Don't get me wrong, I am far more proud and happy for Inkt then I am jealous, but even if it is a very small part of me that is, it is still there and it cant be fought off. Add too that the fact that Kief was clinically happy all the damn time and that made it that much worse to be around them right now. I was damn sure the sore thumb of debbie downer in this group right now.
"Dude what's up with you?" Inkt had saw the look on my face, he knew something was up. "Is it the whole Emily thing? Dude fuck her, its her loss man! Anybody would be lucky to have you plugging away at their insides, I know I would." My eyes got big and Inkt quickly turned and headed back over to Kief and the cookies.
"What the fuck did he just say?" I rubbed my temples and tried my best to summon a fake smile and the strength and ability to put up with all of this today. " Fuck it I need a smoke." I reached over beside my lap top and grabbed a cigarette and fired it up as I took a deep drag off of it and let it linger for a moment before letting it go and blowing the cloud of smoke up in the air. "Lets get this thing over with so I can go back to brooding.....I am one hell of a brooder!"
I get up from the table and grab my brand new Pugh Juice smoothie from the fridge and take a big gulp. "Damn it that's good!" On the way into the other room I stop for a second and grab a bag off the table and a small smile comes to my face. Just maybe I can get through this after all. "Hey Kief I got a present for you big boy." As I enter the other room Kief is frozen in fear with about seven cookies crumbling out of his mouth and onto the floor under him. "What the hell dude? How do you miss that giant vacuum you call a mouth that bad?"
"mumble........mumble........mumble" The cookies just keep falling out of that oversized gapping hole he called a mouth and right down to the floor. I bet the ants are going to be all over that shit, fucking fat bastard! Maybe I shouldn't even give him this gift? He damn sure doesn't deserve it.....fuck it, how can you look at that face and stay mad at him? He is like the greatest man child ever!
"Here Kief, I got you something, hope you enjoy." I handed him the bag and took a step back and chugged some more Pugh Juice as I leaned up against the wall and awaited the look on his face. It was like watching your kid on Christmas mourning opening their presents and all the joy that spread over their faces from something so simple as a toy car or a baseball glove. In a very fucked up way, Kief was very much like my son.....oh god that sounds horrible even to me.
"YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Kief started jumping up and down and trust me that is a whole lot of man to be jumping up and down and just watching it got me sea sick, just way too many waves if you catch my drift. "LOOK INKT I'M CHAMP TOO!!!!!" Kief was showing off his present like it was the greatest thing he had ever seen. I had went and custom ordered him a world title belt with his name on it but it wasn't just a world title, oh hell no, it proclaimed him to be the WORLD'S CHAMPION OF AWESOMENESS!!!!!
"So you like it Kief?" He didn't give me an answer, he didn't say anything, just ran over and jumped on me like it was prom night and I was his date and had just told him we had a room to go to. "Dude what the hell?" It was a good thing I was leaning up against the wall because if I wasn't then my ass would have been on the ground with Kief on top of me and anyone who has ever been in that kind of situation knows it is not a good idea to have Kief on top of you, he is a very horny man to say the least. "Would you get the hell off me Kief?"
"I'm the champ....I'm the champ....I'm the champ!!!!!!!" Kief began to strut around the room like a damn peacock showing off his title belt. I guess he must like it after all huh? "Hey Pugh guess what?" Kief stopped in mid strut and whipped around to look at me. "What Kief?" Lord knows what the hell he was about to say. Kief jumped up on the table and held the belt up high over his head. "THE CHAMP IS HERE!!!!!!!!!!!" Oh lord what have I done?
"Hey Inkt, I got to holla atcha for a sec" I motioned for Inkt to follow me back into the other room and let Kief play around with his new belt for a minute. He obliges with a head nod and follows me as Kief is now dancing on the table strumming the belt like its a guitar.
"So what's up dude?" The look on Inkt's face told me he had no clue what I was about to talk to him about. I am sure part of him thinks I am just going to pull a Johnny and try to fuck him over for the belt but there is no part of me that would even entertain that idea. Still in yet you cant blame him for thinking it.
"So are you going to be ready for Hunter? You know I am not going to be able to be there to watch your back if something goes down this time around." A small smirk crosses over his face as he takes a seat at the table and fires up a smoke of his own. "You know your the top dog now dude and they are all going to be coming out of the wood works after your ass. The second you take a breath and think you have it covered is when they get you, trust me I know!" I took a deep breath and then another chug of my Pugh Juice.
"What the fuck are you drinking? That shit looks like Hunter's diaper juice in a bottle!" He let out a chuckle and it forced me to hold out the bottle and take a look. Damn he was right it did look like a bottle of ass juice....note to self, make sure the bottle comes fully covered before presenting it to Burger king.
"It's Pugh Juice and it may not look like much but damn it if it don't taste like paradise in a bottle. You want some?" I held the bottle out to him and the look on his face told me his answer and I am pretty sure he may have thrown up a little at the thought. That's ok I will show them all soon enough, Pugh Juice will go world wide soon enough! "Suit yourself dude, but there is plenty in the fridge if you want one."
"Good to know" He paused for a second and I could tell there was something on his mind. "You ask me about Hunter but are you ready for Iser? You have a much bigger test this week then I do. Plus you need to stop all this hardcore stuff, you may not want to admit it but your old dude and your body cant take this shit every damn week."
"Have you forgot who the fuck I am? I am the Insane Icon god damn it and don't you ever fucking forgot it! The day I am too old to fight Insane Rulez is the day I walk away from this business!" I huffed and I could see a bit of worry in Inkt's eyes. Acquaintances come and go but you only find a few people you can consider true friends in this business and Inkt was one of those and you could tell he was worried about me and to be honest he was justified in that worry, one small mess up in a match like this could mean eating through a tube for the rest of your life and Iser was crazy enough to make that a reality.
"Look dude Iser may be tough and he may be crazy but this is something I have to do. I have got to show him that you don't insert yourself into my business and just get away with it. I have been the guy that Iser is right now, always angry and always trying to just hurt someone else to make himself feel better. But that shit doesn't work, there is no good end to that path and I found that out the hard way. If anyone needs a coming to Jesus meeting around here it is him and in a massive way dude! Iser is my exact opposite in almost every way. He hates the fans and blames them for everything, he lives in the dark and he is far from his own man, he is no more then Noc's butt puppet."
Inkt tilted his head to the side, not amused by my little impromptu promo. "Ok so you said in almost every way, so how are you two the same?" I could hear the sarcasm in his voice but I didn't care, weather he wanted to know or not I was about to fucking tell him and he was going to like it damn it!
"The one thing that doesn't waiver between Iser and myself is the fact that both of us are crazy as an escaped convict on a collage campus! He will do anything to win and to survive and that makes us cut from the same cloth and for that and only that we are the same. But out there in that ring I will not only beat him for me, I will beat him for every single one of those fans that he talks down to and berates like they are beneath him. He will not rob them of the joy of cheering me on as I whip his candy ass!"
One look back over at Inkt and I could see his boredom building to the point he was actually now checking his nails to see if he needed another manicure, fucking homo! "So what are we doing tonight? You said in your message earlier that you had something planned for us tonight but you didn't say what." Little bastard slipped in the subject change, now I'm gonna look like a jack ass if I go back to my Iser rant, well played sir....well played.
"It's a surprise but I know I will damn sure have more fun then when you surprised me with the visit to the cock club in Tokyo." I shoot him a look and then chugged the rest of my Pugh Juice and slammed it on the counter. "I got to go get ready and then we will go." I smirked at Inkt as I went through into the other room but as soon as I cleared the entrance I caught a kick right to my face and down I went.
"YOU AINT TAKING MY BELT FAT BOY!"
Kief had just super kicked right in the face and now flops on top of me and actually even hooked my leg, what the fuck is going on? Inkt, I guess out of instinct of some kind, drops down to the ground and starts to count.
1.........2........3!!!!!!
Kief pops up with his belt high and a huge smile on his face as he starts to dance around. "Oh yeah I did it, successful title defense number one! I will be the greatest champion ever and I just shocked the world and beat a hall of famer!" Kief stops and looks right down at me with a very serious look on his face. "Pugh you will never be as awesome as me and I have a belt that proves it!"
All I could do was look over at Inkt with a look of bewilderment on my face and udder ten little words...."I just got a mouth full of Kief didn't I?"
"My best laid plans, if you will, were to come back into New Edge side by side with my two best friends Inkt and Johnny and shock the world at World War X and bring home the win in a glorious fashion. From there it was to do only one other thing, to put the division that I put on the map back into everyone's living room and make what is now known as the Xcore division the place to be and the place to watch here in NEW. Best laid plans right? Yeah we won at World War X but a certain masked moron messed up the glorious aspect of it when he inserted himself into something that was none of his business."
"I'm gonna pop some tags...."
My phone goes off and that ring tone is only one person, Inkt. Surely he is calling to tell me he and Kief are on their way over here right now but to be honest I don't want to see them. I don't want to talk to them. Is it too much to just be left alone from time to time? Don't get it twisted, couldn't be more proud of Inkt right now. He finally did it and now he has joined a group of people that is very small and very exclusive and lord knows he has earned it. Nothing would make more proud then to see him run with that belt for a year and become the greatest world champ this company has ever seen. However I cant lie when I say that a small part of me is jealous of him. Inkt has always been my sidekick, it was always Pugh and Inkt and he was always my plus one. Now......well now it is quickly turning into me being his plus one.
"People have been throwing out the has been and over the hill comments for years now but when push came to shove it never mattered because when Ryan Pugh got into that ring it was made real clear that past my prime is one thing that I was not. These days however it is starting to get a little more merit behind it. I mean what the hell have I actually achieved since coming back? Yeah I almost beat Valora, I almost won the ultimate Xcore match and I almost pulled a dark soul out into the light but when its all said and done almost don't get you nowhere unless your playing horse shoes. On top of it all now Inkt is the world champ and guess who is his side kick now? Are all the critics finally right? What if I am nothing more then a novelty now? Just someone kept around for a few laughs and a nice bit of nostalgia from time to time? Just someone who is there to give someone else a good match to get them ready for something bigger? Oh god what if I am no better then Hunter Valentyne?"
"I'm gonna pop some tags....."
Damn it Inkt leave me alone already! Hunter Valentyne? Fuck that, even if I am in a wheel chair I am more entertaining then that shit stain! "Sure I could sit here and blame Emily for her deception and playing with my emotions the way she did. She had me so caught up that up and down seemed to be the same damn direction by the time Kamikaze rolled around. The I could blame her sicko brother for using her to get to me and taking advantage of everything to weasel his way into the match. I could blame Hazard for forcing my hand to get into the match and then using that damn mask to get an advantage and sneaking in the back door to take what should have been mine. Hell I could even blame Johnny Stylez for being a massive douche and screwing me and Inkt over just for the sake of his overblown ego. But when it comes down to it there is only one person to blame, RYAN PUGH!"
"Should have seen it coming that Emily was a succubus straight from hell, that Johnny couldn't take it not being in the spotlight, that Noc would do anything to get an advantage because he couldn't win shit on the up and up and I damn sure should have seen it coming that Hazard would take any shortcut put in front of him to try and prove he was better then me. Fucking blinders man, you have got to pay attention to the shit around you or it will take you out of the picture and write you off before you have a chance to know what the hell happened. It's all my fault and it would be the cowards way out to put it on everyone else. If I did that then I wouldn't be any better then Hunter."
"That's alright though because its time to see if The Insane Icon still has a little juice left in this old ass body or not. I told all of you on Ignite that it all started right then and there and my road back to redemption is in full effect. Emily and Noc will come later and I already have a plan in place for Hazard that will get me pay back and so much more but first thing is first and the first person to throw a wrench in my plans was that masked moron Seth Iser! It was so perfect, couldn't have planed it out better myself, I had Hazard in position to end his career just like I did that wash out Psycho years ago. A well placed Pugh Bomb off the top of the War Games cage and no more Hazard but Iser had to put his big fat nose right in the middle of my business, yeah don't think I forgot about what you did Iser."
"Both of us have been in this business for a long time but our paths have never really crossed even though we had been in the same company several times. Never really had a problem with you, to be honest I have always kind of had a certain level of respect for what you have done and accomplished but then you did something that you should have never done and that put yourself in my business and that is something that just can not be let go and forgotten about. If what you did wasn't enough you then played a part in this whole deception surely, I mean you are nothing more then Koresh's bitch right Iser? No way he would pull this off without you there to wipe his ass the whole way right? And you can say whatever you want about it, truthfully I could give two shits if you were involved or not because to me you were dead in the middle of it and you will pay as if you were the center of what happened weather you were or not makes no difference to me."
"Yo fatty" The voice of Inkt rang through the room as I took a deep breath and looked back into the camera on my lap top.
"All you need to know is that all the plans are in motion and this weeks Ignite is the biggest in the history of this company and when its all over it will not be Jesse Styles that people are talking about. Not Hazard, not Johnny, not Hunter, not Slater, not Iser, not Noc or Emily or even my man Inkt........it will be RYAN PUGH that they are talking about and you can take that shit to the damn bank bitch!"
"What the fuck are you doing?"
Inkt rounded the corner just as I was ending my little video rant and saving it to the lap top to post. I closed my lap top and looked up at him with a blank look on my face as he was wearing the world title on his shoulder like a big fat fuck you badge on his shoulder. I took a deep breath and looked back down at the table. "I was doing my first entry for this NEW diary from the road thing that they asked me to do to put up on the main site."
"Well me and Kieffy brought cookies so get your fat ass in here and grub down on some." He seemed to be in a pretty chipper mood and to be honest why wouldn't he be? He was the world champ and was in the middle of the biggest time in his career and here I was looking the twilight of my career in the face. Don't get me wrong, I am far more proud and happy for Inkt then I am jealous, but even if it is a very small part of me that is, it is still there and it cant be fought off. Add too that the fact that Kief was clinically happy all the damn time and that made it that much worse to be around them right now. I was damn sure the sore thumb of debbie downer in this group right now.
"Dude what's up with you?" Inkt had saw the look on my face, he knew something was up. "Is it the whole Emily thing? Dude fuck her, its her loss man! Anybody would be lucky to have you plugging away at their insides, I know I would." My eyes got big and Inkt quickly turned and headed back over to Kief and the cookies.
"What the fuck did he just say?" I rubbed my temples and tried my best to summon a fake smile and the strength and ability to put up with all of this today. " Fuck it I need a smoke." I reached over beside my lap top and grabbed a cigarette and fired it up as I took a deep drag off of it and let it linger for a moment before letting it go and blowing the cloud of smoke up in the air. "Lets get this thing over with so I can go back to brooding.....I am one hell of a brooder!"
I get up from the table and grab my brand new Pugh Juice smoothie from the fridge and take a big gulp. "Damn it that's good!" On the way into the other room I stop for a second and grab a bag off the table and a small smile comes to my face. Just maybe I can get through this after all. "Hey Kief I got a present for you big boy." As I enter the other room Kief is frozen in fear with about seven cookies crumbling out of his mouth and onto the floor under him. "What the hell dude? How do you miss that giant vacuum you call a mouth that bad?"
"mumble........mumble........mumble" The cookies just keep falling out of that oversized gapping hole he called a mouth and right down to the floor. I bet the ants are going to be all over that shit, fucking fat bastard! Maybe I shouldn't even give him this gift? He damn sure doesn't deserve it.....fuck it, how can you look at that face and stay mad at him? He is like the greatest man child ever!
"Here Kief, I got you something, hope you enjoy." I handed him the bag and took a step back and chugged some more Pugh Juice as I leaned up against the wall and awaited the look on his face. It was like watching your kid on Christmas mourning opening their presents and all the joy that spread over their faces from something so simple as a toy car or a baseball glove. In a very fucked up way, Kief was very much like my son.....oh god that sounds horrible even to me.
"YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Kief started jumping up and down and trust me that is a whole lot of man to be jumping up and down and just watching it got me sea sick, just way too many waves if you catch my drift. "LOOK INKT I'M CHAMP TOO!!!!!" Kief was showing off his present like it was the greatest thing he had ever seen. I had went and custom ordered him a world title belt with his name on it but it wasn't just a world title, oh hell no, it proclaimed him to be the WORLD'S CHAMPION OF AWESOMENESS!!!!!
"So you like it Kief?" He didn't give me an answer, he didn't say anything, just ran over and jumped on me like it was prom night and I was his date and had just told him we had a room to go to. "Dude what the hell?" It was a good thing I was leaning up against the wall because if I wasn't then my ass would have been on the ground with Kief on top of me and anyone who has ever been in that kind of situation knows it is not a good idea to have Kief on top of you, he is a very horny man to say the least. "Would you get the hell off me Kief?"
"I'm the champ....I'm the champ....I'm the champ!!!!!!!" Kief began to strut around the room like a damn peacock showing off his title belt. I guess he must like it after all huh? "Hey Pugh guess what?" Kief stopped in mid strut and whipped around to look at me. "What Kief?" Lord knows what the hell he was about to say. Kief jumped up on the table and held the belt up high over his head. "THE CHAMP IS HERE!!!!!!!!!!!" Oh lord what have I done?
"Hey Inkt, I got to holla atcha for a sec" I motioned for Inkt to follow me back into the other room and let Kief play around with his new belt for a minute. He obliges with a head nod and follows me as Kief is now dancing on the table strumming the belt like its a guitar.
"So what's up dude?" The look on Inkt's face told me he had no clue what I was about to talk to him about. I am sure part of him thinks I am just going to pull a Johnny and try to fuck him over for the belt but there is no part of me that would even entertain that idea. Still in yet you cant blame him for thinking it.
"So are you going to be ready for Hunter? You know I am not going to be able to be there to watch your back if something goes down this time around." A small smirk crosses over his face as he takes a seat at the table and fires up a smoke of his own. "You know your the top dog now dude and they are all going to be coming out of the wood works after your ass. The second you take a breath and think you have it covered is when they get you, trust me I know!" I took a deep breath and then another chug of my Pugh Juice.
"What the fuck are you drinking? That shit looks like Hunter's diaper juice in a bottle!" He let out a chuckle and it forced me to hold out the bottle and take a look. Damn he was right it did look like a bottle of ass juice....note to self, make sure the bottle comes fully covered before presenting it to Burger king.
"It's Pugh Juice and it may not look like much but damn it if it don't taste like paradise in a bottle. You want some?" I held the bottle out to him and the look on his face told me his answer and I am pretty sure he may have thrown up a little at the thought. That's ok I will show them all soon enough, Pugh Juice will go world wide soon enough! "Suit yourself dude, but there is plenty in the fridge if you want one."
"Good to know" He paused for a second and I could tell there was something on his mind. "You ask me about Hunter but are you ready for Iser? You have a much bigger test this week then I do. Plus you need to stop all this hardcore stuff, you may not want to admit it but your old dude and your body cant take this shit every damn week."
"Have you forgot who the fuck I am? I am the Insane Icon god damn it and don't you ever fucking forgot it! The day I am too old to fight Insane Rulez is the day I walk away from this business!" I huffed and I could see a bit of worry in Inkt's eyes. Acquaintances come and go but you only find a few people you can consider true friends in this business and Inkt was one of those and you could tell he was worried about me and to be honest he was justified in that worry, one small mess up in a match like this could mean eating through a tube for the rest of your life and Iser was crazy enough to make that a reality.
"Look dude Iser may be tough and he may be crazy but this is something I have to do. I have got to show him that you don't insert yourself into my business and just get away with it. I have been the guy that Iser is right now, always angry and always trying to just hurt someone else to make himself feel better. But that shit doesn't work, there is no good end to that path and I found that out the hard way. If anyone needs a coming to Jesus meeting around here it is him and in a massive way dude! Iser is my exact opposite in almost every way. He hates the fans and blames them for everything, he lives in the dark and he is far from his own man, he is no more then Noc's butt puppet."
Inkt tilted his head to the side, not amused by my little impromptu promo. "Ok so you said in almost every way, so how are you two the same?" I could hear the sarcasm in his voice but I didn't care, weather he wanted to know or not I was about to fucking tell him and he was going to like it damn it!
"The one thing that doesn't waiver between Iser and myself is the fact that both of us are crazy as an escaped convict on a collage campus! He will do anything to win and to survive and that makes us cut from the same cloth and for that and only that we are the same. But out there in that ring I will not only beat him for me, I will beat him for every single one of those fans that he talks down to and berates like they are beneath him. He will not rob them of the joy of cheering me on as I whip his candy ass!"
One look back over at Inkt and I could see his boredom building to the point he was actually now checking his nails to see if he needed another manicure, fucking homo! "So what are we doing tonight? You said in your message earlier that you had something planned for us tonight but you didn't say what." Little bastard slipped in the subject change, now I'm gonna look like a jack ass if I go back to my Iser rant, well played sir....well played.
"It's a surprise but I know I will damn sure have more fun then when you surprised me with the visit to the cock club in Tokyo." I shoot him a look and then chugged the rest of my Pugh Juice and slammed it on the counter. "I got to go get ready and then we will go." I smirked at Inkt as I went through into the other room but as soon as I cleared the entrance I caught a kick right to my face and down I went.
"YOU AINT TAKING MY BELT FAT BOY!"
Kief had just super kicked right in the face and now flops on top of me and actually even hooked my leg, what the fuck is going on? Inkt, I guess out of instinct of some kind, drops down to the ground and starts to count.
1.........2........3!!!!!!
Kief pops up with his belt high and a huge smile on his face as he starts to dance around. "Oh yeah I did it, successful title defense number one! I will be the greatest champion ever and I just shocked the world and beat a hall of famer!" Kief stops and looks right down at me with a very serious look on his face. "Pugh you will never be as awesome as me and I have a belt that proves it!"
All I could do was look over at Inkt with a look of bewilderment on my face and udder ten little words...."I just got a mouth full of Kief didn't I?"