Sometimes in life, you had to realize that people were retarded. I wasn't talking about actually having a mental disability, I just meant that the guys in this fed seemed to be too scared to actually throw a decent insult at me. Ah it was so frustrating. Was it because I was a woman? I fight like a guy, I swear like a god damn trucker and I don't give a shit about what people really think but yet they all seem to dance around it. Besides that they were using old staples like bitch, or slut or call me a glorified stripper. I'd seen 6 year olds come up with better insults on a playground.
Just once I'd like to face someone that wasn't afraid to just cut the shit and go balls to the wall. At least try and get to me for god's sake. I've said so many times that menial useless words are only insulting in the fact that they aren't even in my calibre. Do you people even know who your talking to? Have you not been paying attention? Despite what people say they still all think I'm all bark and no bite. So far the only opponent that has even come close to reaching my level was Caine. You all should learn a thing or two from him.
As for Fisherman....he's still talking about how he's been cheated out of all his wins. I think it's pathetic that's the best thing he can talk about. Just face the facts dude...you suck. I know it's lame to say that but if he's going to resort to grade school comebacks then I'll give him that same respect...at least for right now. Did it ever occur to you that maybe if you keep losing that maybe it means you need to re-evaluate what your doing? I think your too distracted by boobzilla. I must let my brother know that, that nickname is absolute gold.
As for his words about Justin....dude, I think your the one who's jealous. I mean you do keep talking about him like you have a little man crush on him or something. but I guess that makes sense, seeing as how you haven't even tried to tap that manager of yours. Although I must say that her obviously fake boobs are over compensating for something. And for the record, our last name doesn't have fish in it. It's spelt Fischer....see that... there's a C there. Just saying...your going to go as far as to start 'name' calling at least be intelligent about it.

This match was just something to bide my time with. While I gear up for my North American match....oh look at that...something that Fisherman doesn't have....a shot at a title...why cuz he blew his chances for the TV title by bringing a weapon to the ring. Justin would have kicked your ass anyway but doesn't it eat you up inside that maybe if your bitch hadn't of brought those with her that maybe, just maybe you might have gotten that chance. I think if your going to blame anyone for your loss, blame your lovely manager for not having the confidence in your skills to think that you needed some brass help. Just saying.

~*~

"Hi Kah...I'm in town and I'd like to arrange to get together for a dinner or something. I'm out with Justin right now but I was thinking tomorrow night...after your match. We can go somewhere after and catch up for a bit. Unfortunately my flight back home is on Tuesday morning early so I can't fit any other time in. Give me a call on my cell and we'll make the plans."

I hung up my phone and smiled. Jake was in town. I hadn't seen him in ages...at least not in person. It was too bad that he was only here for 2 days...but well...

I dialled his cell and he answered.

"Hey..." he said. He must have caller Id

"Hey... bastard you go and see Justin before me...."

He laughs.

"I talk to you once a week...I haven't seen Justin in months."

"Yeah well you haven't actually seen me in months either..."

"We Skype at least once a week Kah. Lighten up and stop being so jealous. You got my message obviously."

"Yeah. I can do a late dinner tomorrow."

"As long as your not beaten up too badly." He laughed. If he had been here in person he would have gotten a nasty glare.

"Please. Don't make me laugh. You really think I'm going to be hurt facing that creep Fisherman?"

"You and Justin both seem to think that he's not in your league. I'm sensing a trend."

"Yeah well he doesn't exactly have the track record for me to think otherwise."

"I guess that's true. He doesn't have a very good winning streak does he?"

"Not really."

"Well that must suck for him then."

"He's so out of touch with reality. A doofus with really bad fashion sense. Did you happen to see that thing that's growing mould on his chin?"

Jake laughed.

"How are you doing anyway...." He'd told me briefly through email that he'd broken up with Lisa.

"I'm okay. It just wasn't' meant to be with her I guess."

"What happened? I thought she was close to being the 'one' or whatever."

He sighed.

"I thought so but she said that she couldn't handle my habits. I was like what habits.... she went on to list off a bunch of stuff that I thought was ridiculous to expect me to not do. she didn't' like that I wanted the dishes washed after every meal....what's wrong with that?"

I didn't understand my brother's neat freak obsession but I guess I could understand why Lisa would be kind of freaked out by it. What if they had kids? Kids were not clean creatures by nature.

"Well I'm sure there is a girl out there for you."

"I think I'm just going to enjoy being single for a while."

I smiled. Yeah single was great....although was I technically single right now? there was the inner voice that always asked, if Jackson wanted to be attached...would you agree? I always drew a blank. I guess it would be different if were actually reality...but it was something that I thought about. We're we already kind of committed? we kind of had this unspoken rule that we weren't going to sleep with other people while we were sleeping with each other. sometimes I did want a little bit more companionship. he was always out but maybe that was the difference.

"That's probably a good idea."

"So....exciting news about your #1 contendership...." he obviously didn't want to dwell on his failed relationship. Justin always said that Jake was not meant to be in a relationship....I think if he could move past his need to have everything a certain way he might just find someone.

"Yes. I had no doubt I was leaving that ring victorious. I did exactly what I set out to do."

"So are you determined to win this match tomorrow?"

"Exactly. Fisherman can keep on going on with this False sense of superiority but in the end, I will beat him. I don't need Laura or anybody else's help and frankly it's disgusting that he doesn't even think I can beat him on my own. Have I had anybody interfere with my matches in the past?"

"No, you don't want nor need it."

"No I don't. I may not be a good girl but I don't want Laura actually getting into the ring. She just wants to take care of Biguns and make sure she doesn't try and help him do something dishonest...like bring brass knuckles in the ring. Can you believe that he thinks that Justin stole the title from him....don't you have to win the title to have it stolen?"

"He's a sore loser. It happens. He came here thinking he was big shit and it got blown up in his face. I've seen it a lot."

"Me too. Well if he keeps it up he's going to end up with a pink slip. I don't even know what else to say about the bastard that I haven't already. He doesn't do anything new...it's old and dry and I hope if he does face Justin that he kicks his ass....but I bet ya a million bucks that he'll turn around and say that Justin just cheated him again. If anyone is living in the past it's that guy."

"Well you lost your first two matches but you didn't sulk around and blame anybody for them."

"Nope. I know that it just meant I had to get better and I did that. He should really do the same because he just really needs work. As a manger, that annoying she-beast is doing a lousy job. She should actually be making her client the best, instead of just telling people that. It's kind of hard to say that someone that has lost so many times is the king of the world. He actually thinks I care that he respects me....."

I laughed.

"Well its obvious that you don't reciprocate those feelings."

"No. Saying you respect your opponent is a pussy thing to do. And besides, he doesn't respect me. That's something you say to make your opponent think that your going to go easier on them. He'll probably be too busy starring at my chest to actually do anything decent. The guy is an horn dog."

"What guy isn't..."

"True."

"Anyway, I'll meet you at MPW tomorrow and we'll go to dinner. I have some reservations at this place and I don't even have to pay for it. Being as talented as I am it's a perk that my company is paying for my whole trip."

"Stop bragging." I laugh. "No prob Jake. I'll see you tomorrow. Maybe we'll even hit a casino after."

" Where I will watch you like a hawk....you can't replace one problem with another one."

"I know that. I know my limits. I'm a Blackjack master. I won 5 grand a couple months ago."

"Alright baby sis. Tomorrow."

We hung up and I took a look at the time on my phone. It was nearly midnight and yet I was home. It was Sunday but that didn't stop me from having a good time, however tonight I didn't feel like it. I had some rum in my cupboard...not enough to get drunk but enough to get bold enough to maybe go and talk to Jackson and I dunno... We hadn't seen each other much lately. He'd been preparing for his world title match and me my contender match...but I did miss him. God that sounded so pathetic...but I couldn't help but wonder if he missed me too.

Fisherman was a sorry excuse for an opponent. there wasn't anything better that could explain it. He thought he was bigger than he was. Thought he was good enough to take on Trey Baxter...that he could take on Justin...and me. And probably everybody in this fed. I'm sure everyone you talk to will say that they could beat anybody in the ring because they don't want to admit that they themselves could fail. Sure, there is always that chance that you could fail and I include myself in that but I also know what I can do and when I stack up my experience with Fisherman's I know I'm the one coming out on top. hahaha yeah I know that could be taken as a sexual reference. Besides that it was true. Who was the one with the most to lose from this match? Well fisherman because it would mean his loss record steadily got larger but if I lost what would that look like? A woman that beat out 3 other people for this chance couldn't beat a guy with a sad sorry fisherman gimmick? Well the answer is simple. I don't intend to lose. Say what you want about me Johnny boy....I talk about how great my skills are because they are that damn good no over exaggerating in that department. When you talk about your skills people are laughing behind their hands.