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Ricky Desmond · **02-24-2015, 04:09 PM**

The thing that I have seeked the longest seems to be clutching at my ankles and preventing me from doing what I do best. Drink.

Jenna and Fred had talked me out of getting drunk. They said that I was too well known, and that I am renowned for doing stupid things that I simply could not afford to do. They were right. Yet I hated to admit it.

Having to stop after a few glasses of champagne was tortuous to say the least. Alcoholic Micky was on stage groping Sarah whilst singing “I want to break free” which explained so much.

Luckily I had not been drinking. It seems as though our friend Lenny may have got himself into a little bit of a state and was in my strip club harassing the girls. Fred warned me of the matter, and usually I would just let security deal with it, but let’s have some fun aye?

So I strolled upstairs to see Lenny knocking a guy I recognized to the floor in anger. The guy had tried to prevent Lenny from touching her again.

I looked up at the camera.

Lenny hit me in the chest without saying a word.

“You ruined me, you fucking cunt.”

He raged.

I shrugged my shoulders and punched him in the ribs before elbowing him across the skull.

Falling to the ground I handed him onto Nigel who dealt with him appropriately.

I helped the guy to his feet. He was a young, handsome man, and I knew him. Yet I did not know where from, not for the life of me.

“You don’t remember me, do you?” He asked.

Clearly I should have remembered.

“DO YOU!?” He shouted.

“No.” I said reluctantly, but honestly. He sat down and pointed to the bar, I bought two honey whiskeys and sat opposite him.

“It’s Josh. How can you not remember? I went to university with you?”

Josh… Of course it was… My best friend. How could I forget?!

“I am so sorry. I suppressed so many of my memories as the most terrible things happened.”

“What things?”

“That does not matter, but if I were a religious man I would be going to hell. What are you doing here?”

“I was actually hoping to run into you.” The guy grabbed a tissue and wiped his bleeding nose.

“Why?”

“You put me out of business, when you put Lenny out of business. I am a drug dealer now.”

“And why Josh, would you announce that to me and expect me to care? You made the wrong choices, and you think that I will help you? Is that it?”

“I am not looking for charity. I just needed to see the man that became everything, whilst I have nothing.”

“Isn’t it obvious what happened Josh? The smartest man I ever knew became nothing. Yet the man who was expected to achieve nothing stands on top. Why? Because I did what had to be done to get to the top!”

“I fell in love, I have a child, my wife died of cancer, and you go on about what it takes to get to the top. I do what I do every day to provide for my daughter. You can sit here on top of your tower of money, but you haven’t had a taste of the real life yet. You don’t know what it’s like waking up every day knowing that you’re committing a crime simply to ensure that your child has somewhere warm to stay. Has something to eat. Maybe I made the wrong choices. Do you think that makes this any easier? I have watched every single one of my friends surpass me and my genius. So what? Maybe you are better than me! I do not care anymore. I do what I have to do. You simply do not understand Rick because you are a multi-millionaire.”

He shed a slight tear, where as I did not change my expression.

“The love of my life died too. Sure I never made the mistake of having a child…”

“Oh she wasn’t a mistake Ricky. Never regret. She is the greatest thing that ever happened to me. She is the reason I am still alive and she is the reason that I get up every day and do what I do.”

“You may not be sorry for having a child. But I am not sorry Josh. I am not sorry that you have become what you are. You took the easy way out. Doing drugs? You think that’s the answer? Perhaps I was wrong when I said you were the smartest man I ever knew. You could have come to me and I would have helped you.”

“Of course, the best friend who did not even remember who I was. The great Ricky Desmond? Well Rick, maybe I should have come to you for help. Well I am here now. The consequences of my actions. The decisions I made. They are coming back around for me.”

“You will not have my help until you get yourself clean. You go to the police and you confess to what you have done. You will not be put in prison. I promise you. You will pay some fines that I shall cover. Then I shall hire you. Not because I feel sorry for you, and not because you asked for my help. But because I know you will be a good employee, and if you’re not then you can go back to the streets from which you started. I am not a goddamn charity.”

“I will come and work for you Rick, but I warn you, things will not be easy. People are after me.”

“You can save that story for another day. I will come to your aid as a businessman offering a criminal a second chance. That’s the story, do you understand?! These enemies, they can come after Ricky Desmond. They can come after you. That will be their own mistake. The thing about me Josh is I will not allow myself to be hunted. When you’re the prey you must kill, and feed it to those that stalk you. Which is exactly what I have done. There is no focus on me for the minute, because everyone is talking about how Jewell Enterprise crumbled. I will become the centre of attention again in due time, because no news is bad news. Desmond tower must become the centre of attention, when the time is right. No matter what, that money need to keep flowing.”

He simply stared at me, and I begun to get suspicious.

“The thing is though Josh, is despite our past, I don’t know if I can trust you, so I will not confide anymore in you. Show your loyalty and you shall be rewarded. Now get out of my sight and don’t come back here until you have gone to the police. Do you understand?”

I had not actually decided what I was going to do about Josh. I preached and preached to him about how I needed to trust him. I would find out if he actually went to the police through various sources that I knew. If he came back and he lies, then I will have him locked up for the foreseeable future. It’s not something that I want to do, but I am willing to step all over anyone if it means me reaching the top.

Josh scurried off, I finished my whiskey as I watched him leave.

Hours went by as I contemplated various plants. Dale shut the bar and left me inside of it alone.

The only floor that was open at this point was the strip club, but I had no intention of heading up there. Things with Jenna and I were at their peek. I wouldn’t risk ruining that.

I finished off my final whiskey and headed down to the office. The lights were still on but they flickered as I entered the room. A gust of wind emerged from nothingness and slammed all of the doors within the office.

Something wasn’t right.

I entered my office and the photograph of me shaking Lord Alan Sugar’s hand had shattered into pieces, much to my dismay.

I grasped at the glass and my hands begun to ooze blood.

A flash of lightning beamed down on the outside.

Time to leave.

I dropped my briefcase on the way out of the building. The rain poured down on me rapidly. I looked up as a flash of lightning struck once again.

A silhouette appeared at the top of the tower.

Him.

Darkness covered up the silhouette with in a flash but it was HIM.

He was back.

HE was back.

Suddenly I dropped down to my knees and words begun to echo around my head.

“All.

Men.

Must.

Fall.”

“Oh hello again.” Yes I was talking to the camera again, I was trying to do the whole Kevin Spacey thing, it was definitely working.

“This is the last time I will be speaking to you this week. I know, I am sure you are all mad sorry to hear that.”

I turn around in my chair and place one leg over my other knee and take a sip of whisky. Then a screen behind me plays a part of Justin Sane’s promo.

Quote:Justin Sane said: "So, the what? What happens after I walk straight through Knight like he doesn't exist and find myself in the second round? I'll tell you what happens. Spoiler alert. I face Ricky Desmond and Austin Fernando. I've been in the ring with Underwood and Smackins, and those Asylum have about as much chance of advancing to the second round as Ghost Tank does of ever becoming the XWF Universal Champion.
Ricky Desmond, I'll tell you this once and once only, watch your tongue when you're speaking to yours truly or else you may just lose it. You want to say that me buying a title is fucking desperate? You want to question the validity of my reign with CorVus? I'll tell you the same fucking thing I tell everyone else. Find yourself a damn partner and step up or shut your mouth. Any time, any place. I have no problem defending my Tag Team Championship, and I hardly think I'm to blame if the locker room is full of pussies who are all talk and no walk. But seriously, who the fuck are you to question me? Am I supposed to be impressed because you see yourself as some big shot business man? Here's a newsflash for you Desmond, I'm not. Nothing about you impresses me, least of all your ability to insult someone. I mean, seriously, drawing the comparison between my name and Justin Beiber? Wow. That really cut me deep. Seriously, it's exactly the same as me comparing you to Ricky Martin.. which would be shamefully inaccurate, because Ricky Martin would probably stand a better chance in this tournament than you"

“To be fair, at least you have the sense to know who you are meeting in the semi finals. Underwood and Smackins, well they are renowned for failing. I also have no doubt that you will walk through Knight. However, Knight won’t go down without a fight like Underwood will. You will walk into the semi finals tired, worn out. I will be there, fresh as a daisy. Not that it matters, a Ricky Desmond at 50 percent would defeat a 100 percent Justin Sane. Especially when it counts. When it counts… Ricky Desmond shows up, and he dominates.

“I do want to question the validity of your title reign, and when I find someone worthy of teaming up with me perhaps I will take those shiny belts off of you. Until though then, continue your reign as a paper champion. You needed to buy those championships because you couldn’t win them like anyone else. You don’t have to impressed because I am a flashy businessman. I simply do not care. I do not need your validation because I have all of the money I need, a beautiful girlfriend, a business worth more than your career ten thousand times over, and I have what truly counts. The talent and desire to become the first ever Intercontinental Champion. Your ignorance was made clear by you saying that I compared Bieber to yourself. I merely mentioned the fact you had the same name. I am sure you have no more similarities because, well simply because, even you and I can agree, that Justin Bieber really is a worthless cunt. Sorry, I hate to make like Peter Gilmour and digress, let me get back on track.

“I understand you are simply trying to mock me when you say Ricky Martin has more of a chance than me, but damn man, that shit doesn’t hurt I am afraid. I get the jest, but I am sure you can do better than that. Regardless, I will catch you in the second round, and you will bleed.

“I would not worry about whether you will be meeting Sebastian Duke or Doctor Louis D’Ville in the final though pal. You sure as hell stand zero chance of getting past me, whether you like that or not. I would not worry about Austin Fernando though, that guy’s going to run close with Frodo, because he’s just not that good. Everyone seems to think that Sebastian Duke has this match in the bag. Classic. The illusion of Sebastian Duke continues. Why do people fear him so much?”

Clips of Sebastian Duke’s promos then begin to play on the screen behind me.

Quote:Sebastian Duke said: When it counts, Ricky Desmond succeeds. So your match last week didn't count? Maybe you should stick to managerial duties. At least then, your appearances really won't count and you'd be correct.

Fucking idiot.

Oh hey, XWF fans, Ricky Desmond says I was never that good. Yet my FORTY-TWO wins, my Universal Championship. My United States Championship. My Tag Team Championship, longest reigning ever, by the way. My North Korean Championship. My Xtreme Championship. My two Trios Championships. My 24/7 Briefcase and my World War X winning pin, tell a completely different story.

Let me know Desmond, when you accomplish even one of those things. I'm a legend gilded in gold. You're a myth surrounded by your own false hopes.

“No Sebastian, perhaps you did not understand. Your intelligence seems to be fading just like your career. Last week’s match meant nothing. It did nothing. I would have gained nothing. I went in half heartedly, whereas this week, I am going hard because there is something on the line. Something that I desire. Something that I will win and I will cherish.

“Oh look there’s the classic pointless insult again, calling me a fucking idiot? You’re onto a winner there Dukey, I wish you were in my debate team at school, you would have been just great.

“Ah yes, forty two wins, but how many losses? I will not dispute, you had your time, in a weaker era than the one that stands today. Even you cannot deny that the competition is ten times what it was back then. You are a legend of an era that held no glory, me, I am the future of the era that will go down in history as the greatest ever.”

Quote:Sebastian Duke said: By the way, I'd focus on Hysteria if someone would kindly tell the masked fool that he has a match this week. I know he released some sort of promo earlier but it was the equivalent of shit, on tape. Don't get me wrong Desmond, your is shit too. Just surprisingly, less shit than his shit.

This is so shitty.

I'm going soft. Slowly but surely, I'm fading to nothing. Except the fact is, Dick, that I'm better than ever.

“I must admit, I did think that Hysteria would at least try to prove a point. Perhaps that masked man has fallen into the shadows, it matters not though because Doctor Louis D’Ville will dominate you in the semi-final. By the way it’s good to see that my is shit too. Your is shitter. See what I did there, I said your is shit. Your is shit. Your is shit. Make some fucking sense will you, you sound like you’ve got a cock in your mouth. Seriously, has the King of Darkness become as thick as he has soft? There it is again, you feel like you cannot prove a point without insulting me in the middle of a sentence. If you win the Intercontinental Championship on Warfare, then I will concede and admit, that you never lost it. You are not just a legend in a forgettable era. I simply cannot see that happening though.”

Quote:Sebastian Duke said: But wait, there's more!

I feel like Billy Mays and the Shamwow!

It's so exciting!

REPLAY:”So, if I were you, I wouldn't get ahead of yourself.”

There's something there about a pot and a kettle.

Like Gilmour, I digress.... That's right after I shake my damn fucking head.

You wanna take me out back and shoot me? You wanna put me down?

Try it, Dick.

I dare ya.

What's this button do?

“The reason I am allowed to get ahead of myself Duke is because I will actually do what I say I will do. Unless there is some freak incident then I will walk away a champion.

The first Intercontinental Champion in XWF history.”

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