Post by Justin Fischer on Jun 14, 2012 9:53:10 GMT -5
I had a strong opinion that beautiful women are more dangerous then 400 lb men. Why? Because a beautiful woman can break you harder and faster. They can get you down on your knees doing the most ridiculous things just so you get a chance to go out with them.
I was really struggling with London. My intention was just to have some fun with her and then release her back for someone else but she just didn’t want to get off my pole. Like now…
She’d decided that my hotel room was the place to be and had insisted on being here almost all the time. She was seated on my couch with her lap top open and she was chatting away on the phone. I didn’t know to whom but I knew it was work. Didn’t she have her own place to do this shit?
“Yup, no problem. I’ll get right on that.” She hung up and then started to type on her keyboard.
“Shouldn’t you do that at home?” I asked. I wanted to look as upset as I could so I crossed my arms across my chest. When she looked over her shoulder she was un-phased.
“I could. But I like it here…with you. I really have my work cut out for me now that this Jay Wyatt guy has shown up and is getting more information that I seem to be able to get.”
“So maybe you should spend less time in my room and more time out there trying to find a story before he does….”
“Or just get really good interviews to blow him out of the water.”
“I think you need more than just interviews. I mean he dug and found out that Rage was the one that attacked Cable. What did you do yesterday? You went Dress shopping with Lexi….”
She pouted.
“Listen London….” I sat beside her on the couch. “I really think things are moving way to fast….”
And then I saw her eyes start to glisten. Fuck me sideways. Why did they have to cry? Really?
“I just really thought we had something you know…”
“Sure…” I supply. “But I’m not a commitment kind of guy you know…”
“Unless my name is Electra Stevens right?” oooohhh. Angry London was nice.
“That’s different. You have to understand that I’ve known Lexi since we were 15 years old. There is a lot of history there.”
“It’s not going to happen Justin. She’s perfectly happy with Drake and she’s not going to dump him to go out with you.” She’s starting to pack up her laptop. This is all I had to do? Really? I would have done this days ago if I had known that.
“I know that.” Right now she might not be willing to do that but eventually….
“So stop going after her. She told me what happened the other day when I found you. How could you Justin? I thought you liked me.”
“We’re not serious London. I never gave you an indication that we were, you made that assumption yourself.”
“Really? Then what was this? Were you just going to sleep with me and then dump me?”
Well…yeah. “It’s not that…” Her face went red and she slapped me across the face. Ouch. First I’m sucker punched and then slapped. Nice.
She moved quickly to the door where she put on her heels from last night. She didn’t even look at me again before she left the room, slamming the door.
Finally!
I picked up my phone.
“I got rid of the dead weight.”
“Yeah I know it was the worse clinger I’ve ever had but it’s done now….oh really?” I laughed.
“You can do whatever you want Man. I told you, you have free range.”
“I’m looking forward to it. See ya.”
I hung up.
I was probably going to have to contact this Jay Wyatt guy for an interview now. Last thing I needed was London looking like she was going to kill me across a microphone. She’d get over it. It was her own fault for attaching herself to me. Like I was boyfriend material anyway. Even when Lexi and I had been dating I was not a typical boyfriend. I didn’t dote on the girls I dated. I didn’t go out of my way to do things. It was probably the reason why Lexi wanted to be free of me. I wondered how doting Drake was on her…he didn’t exactly seem like that kind of guy either.
I shook myself. I had other things to think about. Like an interview before Saturday.
I’d left Tank a message on his phone but he hadn’t gotten back to me. Not that I really cared but at least it seemed like I wanted to make an effort to co-ordinate our efforts….after Saturday, I could care less if the guy fell off a cliff and disappeared from existence. He just better bring it and not cost me the match or he’d be on my list and it would be an easy revenge.
I sent this Jay Wyatt guy a PM with my cell number, hoping he’d get back to me soon. Then I packed up my bag and headed to my brother’s gym.
~*~
Peter was off this week. So was Sam. It was a cute Red head at reception and she winked at me as I entered. I almost went over to her and shook myself. I had other things to worry about right now then to get myself caught up with another clinger. I’m on my way to the change room when I hear my name.
I turn and a short guy with a 90’s boy band spiked hair doo is walking toward me. He even has frosted tips. WTF? He’s wearing a polo shirt and stone washed jeans too. God, this guy needed a makeover pronto.
“Jay Wyatt?” I asked.
He nodded.
“How did you find me?” He hadn’t messaged me back or even called.
“I’m a good reporter. I know you work out here.”
“Fine. You can interview me while I work out. Where’s your camera crew?”
He shook his head. “I figured I would write this one and post it on the website. Everyone seems to think that a camera interview is the best thing but no one does it old school anymore.”
“O…K…” Wonderful. This guy was an idiot.
10 minutes later he’s standing beside me while I run on a treadmill. He’s got a notepad and is writing down what I say. He asks me a few questions about my past which I answer vaguely. No one cares where I came from, only what I can do now.
“So…Rivers & Taufik…”
“Yeah. What a freakin joke.” I slow down the treadmill and start my cool down.
“Can you elaborate?”
“Sure I can. What I mean is that the head honchos have me facing an amateur and a washed up MMA. It just goes to show how much then under estimate me and my skills. I know I’ve never been in this kind of organization before, but neither has Cameron. Taufik was in some unknown Fed…apparently with my older brother. I’m sure Jeremy kicked his ass too.”
“So your brother is a wrestler too?”
“Yes, don’t go off topic. No one gives a fuck about my brother.” Jay doesn’t seem phased. Damn. “The real reason I tried to get a hold of you Jay was because I wanted a chance to tell those two that they better not get comfortable here.”
“But your match isn’t a career match is it?”
“No…it’s not, but they’re about to have their careers ended. Whether it be from injury or from embarrassment of losing to me and Tank. Now I can’t speak for my partner but I know I plan on being relentless. Cameron has been MIA. Not a peep. To me that means he’s too scared to confront me. Probably already quoting how much it would cost to fly back home to his useless failing bar. And Taufik, he spends far too much time with that skank of a girlfriend….who apparently does his research for him. When I faced him before, she was the one that found out about my Dad being a former Olympian. He could have googled that himself. If he was smart he would be doing what I do, reviewing the tapes, learning the moves, looking for the flaws. And believe me I know his flaws.”
“Is this something you always do? Review tapes of your opponents?”
“Yes. Even when I was in high school. They usually tape matches and I would find a way to get copies of the team I was facing. It gave me an advantage. It was why I was virtually undefeated.”
“What about Taufik’s claims on Twitter that you can’t win without cheating?”
I laughed. “I didn’t do any cheating. He’s just a sore loser. Look, if you can’t handle the heat…get out of the kitchen. Taufik has a lot to learn. Sure, he may have gone to some high class MMA camp. He may have been trained by some of the crème a la Crème but it doesn’t really show much. His only win is in that Dark match 3 weeks ago and I just think that’s because he was throwing around the members of roster that just can’t cut it in the big leagues. Taufik needs to go back to that camp and continue his unfinished training. He has a problem with tag matches. Good. He was double crossed by a partner…well he was the stupid one to trust anyone in this business. Never trust anyone. You have to go through the motions knowing that at anytime your best friend in the world could turn into the biggest jackass and hit you with a chair.” I chuckled imagining what that would have looked like. “I wouldn’t trust Cameron Rivers either. Just cuz he trained him doesn’t mean he wouldn’t take an opening to back stab you. I mean he did that to me.”
“So the fans can expect another victory by you and your partner Tank?”
“You bet your boy band ass they can.” He looks a little confused and I laugh. “I will dominate here in NYCCW. I have big plans that are already in motion, just no one knows anything about them and they won’t. Not until the whole world is shocked by it. Hacker needs to move over because there’s another Master strategist in town. I only hope that this will be the last time I will have to hand Cameron his ass and beat Taufik to a bloody pulp. That guy seems to enjoy being served. He keeps setting himself up for insults. To be perfectly frank, he wastes my precious time. I need better competition and I will get it. Even if I have to rip through the lower ranks and leave them all broken and pathetic to prove it. I’m a guy that knows what he wants and knows how to get it.”
“So in other words expect big things from Justin Fischer?”
I laugh. “Oh yes my wardrobe malfunctioned friend. HUGE things. Unimaginably great things. No one will ever think of anything other than greatness when the name Justin Fischer is mentioned once I’m done.”
“Thanks Justin.” Jay closes his notebook and tucks it in his pocket. “I hope you’ll contact me for interviews in the future.”
I smile. “Well seems I’ve pissed off the resident interviewer so it may just turn out that way. By the way, if you’re competing for her job it won’t be hard.”
“Thanks for the tip. Good luck on Saturday.” He shakes my hand. He smells like Man whore. God I felt bad for this guy.
“Hey…wait.” He stops and looks at me. I pull out my wallet and take out a card. I hand it to him. “Ask for Tony. He’ll set you up with some new duds man because really? You’re setting yourself up for insults. There are guys here that are far worse with the funny then me.”
He takes the card, looks at it a minute. I’m expecting a hurt expression but instead I see gratitude.
“Thanks, I’ll call him.” He leaves. I don’t usually help people. It’s not really in my nature unless you’re a friend or family but I had a lot of pity for that guy and the other thing is that if he was going to be my interviewer he had to hold up to a certain standard. I knew my personal shopper would set him up so he didn’t look like he’d gotten out of Bill & Ted’s time machine phone booth.
I got off the treadmill, wiped my forehead and headed toward the weights. There were more looks from pretty girls and I knew that I was not going to lack female attention; however, I had to be more careful. I had underestimated London. I didn’t take her for the clinger, I’d let the emotions I had for Lexi control me to the point where I wasn’t being careful….but at least that horrible nightmare was over…but I had to admit, she was one of the best I’d had. I smiled as I set up the chest press.
Focus Fischer.
I was really struggling with London. My intention was just to have some fun with her and then release her back for someone else but she just didn’t want to get off my pole. Like now…
She’d decided that my hotel room was the place to be and had insisted on being here almost all the time. She was seated on my couch with her lap top open and she was chatting away on the phone. I didn’t know to whom but I knew it was work. Didn’t she have her own place to do this shit?
“Yup, no problem. I’ll get right on that.” She hung up and then started to type on her keyboard.
“Shouldn’t you do that at home?” I asked. I wanted to look as upset as I could so I crossed my arms across my chest. When she looked over her shoulder she was un-phased.
“I could. But I like it here…with you. I really have my work cut out for me now that this Jay Wyatt guy has shown up and is getting more information that I seem to be able to get.”
“So maybe you should spend less time in my room and more time out there trying to find a story before he does….”
“Or just get really good interviews to blow him out of the water.”
“I think you need more than just interviews. I mean he dug and found out that Rage was the one that attacked Cable. What did you do yesterday? You went Dress shopping with Lexi….”
She pouted.
“Listen London….” I sat beside her on the couch. “I really think things are moving way to fast….”
And then I saw her eyes start to glisten. Fuck me sideways. Why did they have to cry? Really?
“I just really thought we had something you know…”
“Sure…” I supply. “But I’m not a commitment kind of guy you know…”
“Unless my name is Electra Stevens right?” oooohhh. Angry London was nice.
“That’s different. You have to understand that I’ve known Lexi since we were 15 years old. There is a lot of history there.”
“It’s not going to happen Justin. She’s perfectly happy with Drake and she’s not going to dump him to go out with you.” She’s starting to pack up her laptop. This is all I had to do? Really? I would have done this days ago if I had known that.
“I know that.” Right now she might not be willing to do that but eventually….
“So stop going after her. She told me what happened the other day when I found you. How could you Justin? I thought you liked me.”
“We’re not serious London. I never gave you an indication that we were, you made that assumption yourself.”
“Really? Then what was this? Were you just going to sleep with me and then dump me?”
Well…yeah. “It’s not that…” Her face went red and she slapped me across the face. Ouch. First I’m sucker punched and then slapped. Nice.
She moved quickly to the door where she put on her heels from last night. She didn’t even look at me again before she left the room, slamming the door.
Finally!
I picked up my phone.
“I got rid of the dead weight.”
“Yeah I know it was the worse clinger I’ve ever had but it’s done now….oh really?” I laughed.
“You can do whatever you want Man. I told you, you have free range.”
“I’m looking forward to it. See ya.”
I hung up.
I was probably going to have to contact this Jay Wyatt guy for an interview now. Last thing I needed was London looking like she was going to kill me across a microphone. She’d get over it. It was her own fault for attaching herself to me. Like I was boyfriend material anyway. Even when Lexi and I had been dating I was not a typical boyfriend. I didn’t dote on the girls I dated. I didn’t go out of my way to do things. It was probably the reason why Lexi wanted to be free of me. I wondered how doting Drake was on her…he didn’t exactly seem like that kind of guy either.
I shook myself. I had other things to think about. Like an interview before Saturday.
I’d left Tank a message on his phone but he hadn’t gotten back to me. Not that I really cared but at least it seemed like I wanted to make an effort to co-ordinate our efforts….after Saturday, I could care less if the guy fell off a cliff and disappeared from existence. He just better bring it and not cost me the match or he’d be on my list and it would be an easy revenge.
I sent this Jay Wyatt guy a PM with my cell number, hoping he’d get back to me soon. Then I packed up my bag and headed to my brother’s gym.
~*~
Peter was off this week. So was Sam. It was a cute Red head at reception and she winked at me as I entered. I almost went over to her and shook myself. I had other things to worry about right now then to get myself caught up with another clinger. I’m on my way to the change room when I hear my name.
I turn and a short guy with a 90’s boy band spiked hair doo is walking toward me. He even has frosted tips. WTF? He’s wearing a polo shirt and stone washed jeans too. God, this guy needed a makeover pronto.
“Jay Wyatt?” I asked.
He nodded.
“How did you find me?” He hadn’t messaged me back or even called.
“I’m a good reporter. I know you work out here.”
“Fine. You can interview me while I work out. Where’s your camera crew?”
He shook his head. “I figured I would write this one and post it on the website. Everyone seems to think that a camera interview is the best thing but no one does it old school anymore.”
“O…K…” Wonderful. This guy was an idiot.
10 minutes later he’s standing beside me while I run on a treadmill. He’s got a notepad and is writing down what I say. He asks me a few questions about my past which I answer vaguely. No one cares where I came from, only what I can do now.
“So…Rivers & Taufik…”
“Yeah. What a freakin joke.” I slow down the treadmill and start my cool down.
“Can you elaborate?”
“Sure I can. What I mean is that the head honchos have me facing an amateur and a washed up MMA. It just goes to show how much then under estimate me and my skills. I know I’ve never been in this kind of organization before, but neither has Cameron. Taufik was in some unknown Fed…apparently with my older brother. I’m sure Jeremy kicked his ass too.”
“So your brother is a wrestler too?”
“Yes, don’t go off topic. No one gives a fuck about my brother.” Jay doesn’t seem phased. Damn. “The real reason I tried to get a hold of you Jay was because I wanted a chance to tell those two that they better not get comfortable here.”
“But your match isn’t a career match is it?”
“No…it’s not, but they’re about to have their careers ended. Whether it be from injury or from embarrassment of losing to me and Tank. Now I can’t speak for my partner but I know I plan on being relentless. Cameron has been MIA. Not a peep. To me that means he’s too scared to confront me. Probably already quoting how much it would cost to fly back home to his useless failing bar. And Taufik, he spends far too much time with that skank of a girlfriend….who apparently does his research for him. When I faced him before, she was the one that found out about my Dad being a former Olympian. He could have googled that himself. If he was smart he would be doing what I do, reviewing the tapes, learning the moves, looking for the flaws. And believe me I know his flaws.”
“Is this something you always do? Review tapes of your opponents?”
“Yes. Even when I was in high school. They usually tape matches and I would find a way to get copies of the team I was facing. It gave me an advantage. It was why I was virtually undefeated.”
“What about Taufik’s claims on Twitter that you can’t win without cheating?”
I laughed. “I didn’t do any cheating. He’s just a sore loser. Look, if you can’t handle the heat…get out of the kitchen. Taufik has a lot to learn. Sure, he may have gone to some high class MMA camp. He may have been trained by some of the crème a la Crème but it doesn’t really show much. His only win is in that Dark match 3 weeks ago and I just think that’s because he was throwing around the members of roster that just can’t cut it in the big leagues. Taufik needs to go back to that camp and continue his unfinished training. He has a problem with tag matches. Good. He was double crossed by a partner…well he was the stupid one to trust anyone in this business. Never trust anyone. You have to go through the motions knowing that at anytime your best friend in the world could turn into the biggest jackass and hit you with a chair.” I chuckled imagining what that would have looked like. “I wouldn’t trust Cameron Rivers either. Just cuz he trained him doesn’t mean he wouldn’t take an opening to back stab you. I mean he did that to me.”
“So the fans can expect another victory by you and your partner Tank?”
“You bet your boy band ass they can.” He looks a little confused and I laugh. “I will dominate here in NYCCW. I have big plans that are already in motion, just no one knows anything about them and they won’t. Not until the whole world is shocked by it. Hacker needs to move over because there’s another Master strategist in town. I only hope that this will be the last time I will have to hand Cameron his ass and beat Taufik to a bloody pulp. That guy seems to enjoy being served. He keeps setting himself up for insults. To be perfectly frank, he wastes my precious time. I need better competition and I will get it. Even if I have to rip through the lower ranks and leave them all broken and pathetic to prove it. I’m a guy that knows what he wants and knows how to get it.”
“So in other words expect big things from Justin Fischer?”
I laugh. “Oh yes my wardrobe malfunctioned friend. HUGE things. Unimaginably great things. No one will ever think of anything other than greatness when the name Justin Fischer is mentioned once I’m done.”
“Thanks Justin.” Jay closes his notebook and tucks it in his pocket. “I hope you’ll contact me for interviews in the future.”
I smile. “Well seems I’ve pissed off the resident interviewer so it may just turn out that way. By the way, if you’re competing for her job it won’t be hard.”
“Thanks for the tip. Good luck on Saturday.” He shakes my hand. He smells like Man whore. God I felt bad for this guy.
“Hey…wait.” He stops and looks at me. I pull out my wallet and take out a card. I hand it to him. “Ask for Tony. He’ll set you up with some new duds man because really? You’re setting yourself up for insults. There are guys here that are far worse with the funny then me.”
He takes the card, looks at it a minute. I’m expecting a hurt expression but instead I see gratitude.
“Thanks, I’ll call him.” He leaves. I don’t usually help people. It’s not really in my nature unless you’re a friend or family but I had a lot of pity for that guy and the other thing is that if he was going to be my interviewer he had to hold up to a certain standard. I knew my personal shopper would set him up so he didn’t look like he’d gotten out of Bill & Ted’s time machine phone booth.
I got off the treadmill, wiped my forehead and headed toward the weights. There were more looks from pretty girls and I knew that I was not going to lack female attention; however, I had to be more careful. I had underestimated London. I didn’t take her for the clinger, I’d let the emotions I had for Lexi control me to the point where I wasn’t being careful….but at least that horrible nightmare was over…but I had to admit, she was one of the best I’d had. I smiled as I set up the chest press.
Focus Fischer.
