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Ricky Desmond · **02-23-2015, 12:45 PM**

“I have always loathed the necessity of sleep, like death, it puts even the most powerful of men on their backs.”

- Frank Underwood, House of Cards.

“You should never regret anything Fred. Never.”

“Well of course… but… this seems careless…”

“I am not saying it can be done soon. I want Lenny gone. Now. Tomorrow. Next week. Six months. I do not care Fred. Just get it done. Every moment that passes by he plots to destroy my career, my legacy, and my industry. We must make the next move or it’s going to be checkmate. We may not be able to end him just yet but we can at the very least put a chink in his armor. The thorn in my spine is becoming all the more irritating by the second and if I do not act soon, it’s going to end with me crippled in agony. So now, Fred. What are we going to do to take Lenny down?”

“Perhaps we make him an offer?”

“An offer?” I was not really in any mood for doing deals unless it meant the destruction of Lenny Jewell.

“With the early success of Desmond industries, and the amount of money that you have saved up from your various projects, you could afford to buy him out.”

“Take over Jewell’s jewelers and Jewell’s medics? Have we got room for them in our tower? If not where could they go?”

“We would take over his smaller tower next door to us. Formerly one of the biggest businessmen in London will have crumbled into nothing.”

“Okay, and how about ensuring this happens?”

“Leave me to finish planning that, you merely need to get suited up. You cannot go to your most important meeting to date dressed in jeans and a tee shirt after all.”

I had just got in from another rather successful date with Jenna. I think I may actually love her. She had told me her surname and everything, which to her and her unique sense of humour, was some how a big step in our relationship. It seemed pretty standard to me. Then again, she’s the only person I know who has anonymous written as her surname on Facebook. I wasn’t suspicious though.

So I did. I dressed in my finest suit because I wanted to look good as I threw him down to dirt once and for all. Buying him out would decimate any remaining influence he had left. Sure he may bitch about me, bitch about my success, that didn’t matter, as long as no one was listening.

“Ricky,” Lenny said as I entered his office. He looked pleased to see me, which was not a good thing, “I have been meaning to get hold of you for some time! How’s Desmond Tower going? It seems to almost be in full flow? I bet the cash is flowing in now?”

“Oh it is, and I bought you this lovely Desmond Tower tee shirt, it’s an extra large because I know you’ve been comfort eating,” I slung the pink version of the tee shirt on his desk. He simply tossed it behind him and tried to ignore my cold gesture.

“Let’s get to it shall we? What can I do you for?”

“Well that’s the thing Lenny, you're not going to like hearing this, but it's inevitable. I want to buy you out.”

“Why’s that?” He asked, knowingly.

“Well, I am sick of you using your influence to taint my business. I am a success you see, and I understand that that means putting a target on my back. But, well you, I know what you’re capable of, and I want to put an end to all of that. So name a price.”

He went red in the face with anger. He knew I was going to offer him more than his company was worth but it stung that the offer came from me.

I wrote him a cheque and passed it across the table.

He lifted it into the air and ripped it.

“Ah that’s such a shame.”

“What?”

“Well you see Lenny, you made a mistake. I was willing to pay you what I just offered you there, which was a lot more than what you deserve, but now I am going to offer you half of that, and you’re going to accept and here’s why.”

I handed him a document.

“You see Lenny, the last time I spoke to you, you signed something for me. The small print clearly states that you cannot press any lawsuits against me or my company. However, you never had me sign anything to say I could not press any charges against you, or that I could not reveal about your little deals.”

Then I flicked over some photographs of his workers handing out drugs illegally to whores, drug dealers, and god knows who else.

He begun to boil.

“That’s the thing Lenny. Usually, I am a man of my word. But sometimes, the scum of this world needs kicking to the ground and you my friend, well you have just been bought out. So do me a favour, and fire the little fuckers who have been part of this regime, and I will start from scratch.”

“YOU CANNOT DO THIS TO ME!” He roared, sweat and spit flying in all directions.

“Oh but I just have. This time Lenny, it really is Checkmate. So no more showing your face near Desmond industries, no more threatening to take me down, because you and everything you had, you’re over.”

I laughed as Lenny sunk down in his chair and placed his hands over his eyes before crying. I had destroyed him. Yet I did not feel an ounce of regret because I did what had to be done. This business is not always about who stands on top. It’s about survival.

I headed back to Desmond tower with a crate full of bottles of champagne being dragged by one of Desmond tower’s handymen. As the elevator door opened, the office erupted and I opened up a bottle of champagne and sprayed it over a few of my favourite employees, including a gleeful Fred.

Alcoholic Micky suddenly bellowed: “Can’t we just kill the cunt!?”

Which left an awkward silence for everyone to enjoy for a couple of moments.

Then I told Lisa and Sarah to go and tell Dale to get the bangers playing and the drinks ready as we were done for the day.

So we headed up to drink the night away, what could go wrong?

Fades.

The camera shot opens, to me with an iPad, drinking whiskey, sat calmly in my living room. I begin to play parts of Sebastian Duke's and Austin Fernando's promos in order to make a point.

Quote:Sebastian Duke said: "Ricky Desmond says my glory has faded into nothingness. I guess that was supposed to be cutting and hurt my feelings or something. If Ricky Desmond wants to know glory, if he wants to feel glory, perhaps he shouldn't be losing matches to rookies like John Ross.

Desmond goes on later, building me up then tearing me down in the same sentences. It's seriously confusing."

So apparently every person that joins a roster is a rookie? Sting must be a rookie too seeing as he is new in the WWE. Admittedly, John Ross obviously has not had the exposure that Sting had, but that does not mean that the guy cannot go. Not that I am making excuses, I should have defeated that pathetic excuse for a businessman, but what does it matter who won that pointless match? In the end I stood over him and he was on the ground wounded. This week is when it counts. And when it counts, Ricky Desmond succeeds.

Quote:Sebastian Duke said: "So how can I pack a punch, yet be bland? No one buys the King of Darkness anymore? I wasn't actually aware I was selling anything. Thanks for letting me know though. Oh, and a bit of trivia here, I was once accused of no selling a hanging or some shit. Whatever the hell that means."

It is rather worrying that you fail to see that something can both pack a punch and be bland. I am sure you are supposed to be intelligent Sebastian? Clearly I was mistaken. This is why absinthe symbolised you: it packs a punch because it is strong, it burns the back of your throat yet it could not be anymore bland of taste. It is a poison nothingness after the first kick. You are selling Duke. You are selling this image to the fans that you actually matter. You are selling this image to management that you are still good. When the fact of the matter is, you never even were that good. The talent around here has picked up and now you’re simply living off the name you created when the competition was sparce. It’s all a charade. That’s what you’re selling Duke. You are selling yourself like a dirty crack whore because you continue to get in the ring despite being past it. You love this company but the XWF is like the girl that wants to help you but doesn’t love you. She wants you to leave in order to save yourself, but you simply cannot resist. You continue to believe you are powerful, and you can carry on selling this image of self importance, it does not bother me. Sooner rather than later though, you’re going to do exactly what I said, fade into nothingness.

Quote:Sebastian Duke said: "My half-brother. Theo Pryce, Enigma, he's my half-brother. He let Steve Davids go because I allowed him to. Where are they now? Retired and buried alive. Theo is a former Universal Champion. As is Steve Davids. I don't really see you with anything ever. You know, other than losses to rookies."

Perhaps you missed my promo, friend? I never claimed to have anything. I did create Steve Davids though. I did what you failed to do. I made him into a Universal Champion. You forced him to live in your shadows because that’s what you do and as soon as someone else spent a little bit more time moulding him, he became a success. You can keep regurgitating the fact that I lost last week, it’s becoming rather old though, much like you. You let Steve Davids leave? Isn’t that cute. You didn’t have it in you to dish out the punishment that he deserved because you became soft didn’t you Sebastian? You saw your old brother and you couldn’t help but remember the friendship that you once had. There is part of it. The King of Darkness going soft, slowly, but surely, fading to nothing.

Quote:Sebastian Duke said: You will 'probably' see me in the finals? I know I'll be there so you're obviously doubting yourself. There's good reason for that. For fucks sake man, have some confidence. Even if its false confidence, have it anyway.

"Oh I am 100 percent sure that I will make it to the final. In fact, I am 100 percent sure that I will win the whole god damn thing. To be honest Duke, you shouldn’t even be worrying about me. You’ve got Hysteria to worry about. And even, if by some sort of miracle you actually defeat a much younger man, you will get your ass kicked by Doctor Louis D’Ville in the next round. So if I were you, I wouldn’t get ahead of yourself. I will battle you with every last bit of venom that I have inside of me if you were to make it there. That bite I was lacking last week well it’s here now. You though, you stand no chance against the most spiteful fighter you shall ever meet and you will lose to the ultimate competitor because surely, you’re fading to nothing!"

Quote:Sebastian Duke said: "How boring is this guy? I mean, I was watching your promo, Desmond, and my TV went into sleep mode. It's that fucking boring. Maybe I'll donate some xbux to you so you can buy yourself a fucking personality. I feel like I just sat here and watched paint dry for an hour. I realize the promo was only like 5 or 10 minutes long, but it felt like an eternity.

Oh yeah, mother fucker, I don't quit! Ain't no one putting the King of Darkness down but the King of Darkness himself!"

Oh really? That’s what you’re going with Duke? Boring? You’re resorting to calling me boring? Well we have all had to sit here and watch you spout the same shit week after week for over two years yet I did not resort to calling your promo boring, because well, it’s really quite an easy insult. There’s so many boring men on this roster, calling them boring though, is pointing out the fucking obvious. Me though? I am quite the opposite from boring. I am the next big thing. Excitement is my aura, just as darkness is yours. It’s a shame you won’t quit because soon someone is going to have to take you around the back and go all old yeller on your ass. It’s about time someone said, enough is enough. You had your glory. Those days are gone. Well at least we can all hope… the inevitable has got to come sooner rather than later? That you shall fade to nothingness. Okay I will quit with the repetition but it just reminds me of Sebastian Duke’s promo career. Repetitive.

Quote: Sebastian Duke said: Pryce and Davids had their time but where are they now? Really man? REALLY!? That's like saying oh Hulk Hogan was great once, but where's he? You know where he is? You know where Davids and Theo are? They're way above you in the history of this business. Like Cain, you're nothing and ya never will be.

Jackass.

"It’s rather different Duke because well, Theo and Davids are hardly old are they? They haven’t aged 30 years. Davids has been here the longer out of the two and he has only been here for two years. So make some sense of that. At least we do agree on one thing though, Cain is nothing, and he never will be. Fair play, that right there is a fact. Oh nice Duke. Calling me a jackass after you have made your point? Wow, the same level maturity of Luca Arzegotti. I am a jackass though, I never wanted to portray anything different, so thank you for that. Using an insult to finish off your point though, that really is the act of an angry child. Maybe you would be better off fighting Frodo Smackins? A really dumb angry child, I might add. Seriously though, Duke. I will be the Intercontinental Champion and you, well you’ll fade into nothingness. Oh I did do the repeating thing again, sorry. You did have a lot of success with being repetitive so it makes sense."

Quote:Austin Fernando said: “The second round may be slightly harder to predict, although the match I take part in won’t be. Sane, and whoever can win that throw-away match between Desmond and Underwood, will both be left lying in a puddle of their own blood.

“I am pretty disappointed though, why did they have to make it a first blood match? I mean, now I’ll only be getting a pinfall over Frodo, the rest of you will at least have a slight amount of credibility left after I defeat you, since I never technically covered you."

"Austin Fernando.

The guy seems to think that he has got the first blood match on lockdown. Well for a start Austin, he match between me and Underwood may well be a throw-away match because it’s so damn fucking obvious who is going to win it and you’re looking at him. That guy has done nothing, and he is yet to bother showing up. Maybe he just has nothing to say because well, he has no points to make? Everything we have all said about that useless lump of cunt has been honest. You though, you know for a fact that I am a contender, your choice to admit that may well just be out of fear or perhaps it’s out of stupidity, then again, what does it matter to me? The fact of the matter is though, I will not be lying in a pool of my own blood, but actually, you will be drowning in a pool of yours. Austin, I am in two minds about you. I am not sure whether to question your stupidity or to admire your misplaced confidence. I mean seriously, you think making me bleed will be easy? Well you thought wrong. You make a great point though about Duke, and I appreciate you making him look as

as you did, but it was unnecessary because he does a fine job of doing that himself. Bravo though, Austin, bravo."

I clap my hands sarcastically with a smug grin on my face.

"It seems as though most of my opponents are ignoring my pleas for some back and forth. Perhaps they are scared? Perhaps they are naive? Perhaps they’re simply ignoring me because they know that this tongue is sharp. People have taken their time to respond to Duke out of respect, and there it is again, that character that morons like Fernando continue to buy into. He becomes the priority because they assume he will do well. People fear his reputation, they do not fear him. That fear has created an atmosphere where Sebastian Duke has a constant advantage. The King of Darkness, has masked the majority of competitors with this eerie atmosphere which he uses to catch them off guard. Perhaps that’s how he has succeeded, because the talent, well I just cannot find it. When anyone has ever question Duke’s actual intimidation tactics, such as John Madison, the King of Darkness has failed. He will fail on Wednesday as well."

I finished off my whiskey, as the shot made like Duke's career and faded to nothing.

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