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**01-12-2013, 12:17 AM**

It was a hot afternoon in the luxurious Japanese apartment.

Like, freakin' hot.

The aircon was on and yet the heat seemed to stick around like an annoying relative who came over for a cup of tea but ended up staying the whole day. Anyway! It was a hot afternoon, I was just in my boxers and lying on the tiles on the floor.

"You really can't handle the heat, can you?"

That was my lovely boyfriend, Mattaki Fukushuu. I met him in the XWF and we've been together ever since. He can be a bit of a jerk sometimes... well... most of the time... but I'm addicted to him.

"Sorry we can't all be perfect like you," I replied, my eyes closed and enjoying the cool breath of the aircon on my face. "And don't be a douchebag."

He chuckled under his mask. I can't believe how often he keeps that stuff on. He was in his full gear, costume and all. I felt like I was suffocating everytime I looked at him in his get-up in this scorching heat.

"This kind of weather is perfect for my training," he said as he went over to the Ipod Speakers Dock and put some music on. "It helps with stamina. It's very effective."

"Why do you even bother with your training? We have stopped wrestling, remember?"

He came and stood next to me. He said, "Just because we don't fight every week anymore doesn't mean it's a reason to be slack." He kicked me gently, chuckling. "Come on. Get up, slacker."

"Why? You're the one who wants to train," I said. "It has nothing to do with me."

He didn't seem to take my answer into consideration as he put his hand forward, to help me get back on my feet. Sigh, why was he doing this to me? I so didn't want to train.

I knew better than to argue with him. He was relentless and had a way to get me to do whatever he wanted.

I grabbed his hand and he helped me to my feet but he didn't let go. Instead, he pulled me closer to him. I couldn't help but feel hot all over again, but it was a different kind of... heat.

For a moment, it was just my breathing... then with a flick of the remote, a song started on the speakers. It wasn't the usual fast paced stuff he always put on for our sparring sessions... no, this time, it was a slow song.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

He positioned me and held me with one arm and with the other, he kept his hold on my hand... and we began to dance.

I lost my breath as we began moving around. I didn't know how to dance, really, so I was going with the flow. Mattaki had a strong grip and managed to lead without any problems.

"Did I ever tell you that I was named the best dancer in Japan?" he told me, smiling. I could sense his smile, despite the mask.

"Bullshit!" I replied, laughing.

He laughed too. "Well, I'm sure I'd win that title if I bothered to try. That's of the perks of being the Perfect Asian."

I grinned, rolling my eyes. "Gee, thanks," I said. "What am I? Chopped liver?"

He stayed silent for a moment. I could feel his eyes looking directly at mine. If there had been a fire next to me, I wouldn't have known it.

"No," he replied. "You're perfection."

I shook my head, giggling (and going red in the face too). "Psh, you're so corny."

"I mean it," he said simply.

I was taken aback by his seriousness. I didn't want to let go. I never wanted to let go.

Back in the present, I felt the warmth of the setting sun on my face as I looked out the window of my crappy apartment. The song playing on the cheap stereo was putting a heavy pressure on my chest.

I grabbed my phone to send a text message.

"I miss you..."

Did you hear the news?

Yours truly is the new XWF X-treme Champion! Amazing, isn't it? No? Not really? Hm, I guess you’re right. I still like having a belt though, even if it's butt ugly and kinda reminds me of the Peter Gilmour of the belt world. But guess what? I’m still a champion and despite how ugly and stupid my belt is, it’s still mine to defend. Every time I have a match no less so that'll make things a bit more exciting, eh? I'm sure my two opponents this week are thrilled. Well, probably not thrilled at the idea of facing me, because let's face it, I can own them both on my worst day. But thrilled at the idea of being in a championship match. They probably don't get that sort of chance very often. I bet Nio is going to be all puffed up and ready to bite my head off for putting him down and treating him like a loser. He lives in denial, didn't you know? As for the other one... what can I say? A thing or two. You can't say much more than that about someone who doesn't care and who lets himself be bullied by life. After all he was the X-treme Champion at one point last year for a good amount of time but just before it was time for him to earn his 24/7 cash in opportunity, guess what happened? Scorpio, out of nowhere some Wendy’s eating bleached blonde dick obsessed meat head stepped in and left Griffin with his underwear pulled over his head. However getting atomic wedgied out of his title wasn’t enough for Griffin, no, the little guy wanted to stand up to his bully and get his title back. It was so cute to watch, well except that the end result was the same each and every time. Griffin was left lying in the ring after numerous wet willies, Indian burns, and purple nurples while Scorpio stood with his arms raised in victory. Yes, and all that against a man who isn’t even in the XWF anymore, nice job Griffin.

Anyway this will be the first time we'll face each other. Are you excited? Because I sure am. You know why? Because I'll get to beat someone up that I've never beaten up before. Excitement! Plus the fact that you are one of the company's official punching bags only makes it better. You know what I mean don’t you Griffin? Constantly underperforming, always a joke in the fans' eyes? It must be awful to be that sort of person, eh? Do you even reflect on stuff like that? Or does the drug use prevent you from feeling anything? Is that why you're a druggie? To numb the pain and shame you bring on yourself again and again? I am not a compassionate person, so don't expect any sort of mercy from me, Griffin. If you want compassion, friendship, and understanding, please go elsewhere for it. Perhaps I can suggest a good hotline you can call so you don’t finally get fed up with people using you as a door mat and go all Columbine on the XWF. Yes, I could easily see you doing that, as could others I’m sure. You come across as one of those pathetic whiners to me, you know. You let life get a hold of you and beat you around until you've had enough and decide to do something, anything so people will remember you. You're a pathetic bum. You're here and nobody really knows why. You say things but you clearly don't mean them. I don't hear the conviction in your voice. I don't hear anything but a monotone sound. The sound of someone who's only going through life as a passenger with no control of where he’s going. You're sad and pathetic. I don't expect much from you at all. Just show up, get beaten, and stay the joke you've been for months. You are outclassed in this match. I know you'll try to get under my skin. It'll fail, just like your life. By the way Griffin, have at the gay jokes, they worked so well against Scorpio didn’t they? And he wasn’t even gay…I actually enjoy dicks. So please tell the world how glitter pumps through my veins, how I can’t eat a meal without topping it with semen, and make sure you don’t forget the foot fetish jokes. None of it will help you Griffin but by all means, have at it.

Then there’s my other opponent. Nio, Nio, Nio... Damn you Sid Feder, making me say things three times. Back to the point! The man from somewhere else who went from being a loser to being a loser who wins sometimes…With help. That's progress! You see, I've known Nio for a while now. He was around when I was around last time and we had our share of battles. To be honest, I mostly remember beating your ass to the ground and pretty much proving to the world that I was way better than you. Did you even ever beat me? Once? I honestly can't remember. I think you did beat me for my championship belt. Yes, that does ring a bell. But I genuinely don't remember that much about it. I'm sure you enjoyed bragging about it but in the end, who really cares? It was that unmemorable.

What I do remember though is that you had to have some chick in your corner to make you seem relevant and a threat in the XWF. By yourself, you were nothing. But with Miyoko in your corner, you suddenly got more opportunities. Whether she sold herself for your benefit or not, it doesn't matter. What matters is that once again, you're alone, left to your own devices. And we both know what that means. It means you're not going to have Miyoko pulling strings for you, she won't be in your corner to distract opponents and referees, it'll just be you and me. And that other loser who doesn't really matter because he'll probably be high and unaware of what's going on around him. Which basically means it really is just you and me in this match.

You must be scared shitless. Yeah we all know you’ll never admit it but deep down, you are. Before you had that little bitch in your corner what were you Nio? You were one of the worst, people grouped you together with the likes of Dark Shadow and Peter Gilmour. Not this new Peter Gilmour who actually wins mind you, the old one that sucked so much I think I got a blowjob just by watching one of his matches. That’s what you were without Miyoko and that’s all you’re going to be again. I’m sure I’ve heard Hisoka spout that “teach a man to fish” nonsense before but that isn’t even what happened with you. Miyoko put the bait on the hook, Miyoko threw your line in the water, and when the big fish would bite, Miyoko even set the hook for you. After that she just handed you the pole and let you reel in the undeserved wins. She didn’t teach you how to fish Nio, more importantly she didn’t teach you how to win. You weren’t better than me back then and you damn sure haven’t become better than me since.

So tell me, how does it feel to have your first match back and know going in that you’re going to be used as a punching bag and find yourself on the receiving end of my awesome deadly feet? Not too good I bet but on the bright side you can kind of chalk this up as a warm up match. After all it’s going to help you return to form. You know, being the guy who loses to everybody and who is only good at making his superiors look even more spectacular than they already are. Thank you Nio, thank you for doing your part. It may be a shitty part but somebody has to do it and it’s not like you’re here for anything else. Now, I know, you're going get on your high horse and be like 'Neptune, you'll lose because you're not prepared, I am training my ass off and I'll show you who the true winner is!' It's cool, I expect as much from you. Train hard. Ready those fists. Do your sci-fi rituals or whatever it is that you do these days. Do you still prepare for your matches by beating off to Keanu Reeves or did you drop that when you stopped with the stupid ass “Matrix” trash you used to rant on and on about? No matter, because in the end when it comes down to skills, I am your better. I have beaten you before. I will do it again. You are nothing more than a pebble on the road and I am a fucking bulldozer.

~|~ The Deadliest Weapons Will Bring Your End ~|~

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