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I looked out the window, staring at the Tokyo Dome with longing in my eyes.
“This is it,” I said. “My last chance to put my name on the War Games list and rewrite High Octane Wrestling in my own image.”
And I sat down, my chin resting on my arms, my arms resting on the window sill.
“I know I’m the most talented wrestler in this company and it’s clearly just a bucket of bias that’s kept me off the initial list, but all I need to do is beat Sean Stevens to get myself back there.”
“Look at me. I’m the best looking, I’ve got the most skills. I’ve got a perfect record here in High Octane. They don’t want me in War Games because I’m the most dangerous predator they could have.”
I turned back to my hotel room. It’s a decent enough place, at least, it does the job. And at a good three hundred a night lower than the hotel I was originally booked, I’m pocketing a nice chunk of change.Or I would have, except I wisely invested it.
“Sean Stevens is one of those old guys that used to be great, but now he’s taking up space. He’s great, ya know. World Champion like twenty thousand times over. But what’s he done for me lately?”
“I beat him, I prove to Lee Best and the rest of the High Octanians that I belong in War Games. It’s inevitable, ya know.”
And I look backwards.
“Because who the hell can take me out of War Games? Nobody, that’s who. I think like ‘em. I move like ‘em. I hit harder than any of ‘em could hope. And this is their one and only chance to do the right thing and put me into the match.”
“They don’t put me in? I put
in, and I beat everyone, much to the chagrin of the Best Boys and the Credit Union.”
“So it’s inevitable, either way.”
“We’re gonna win, and we’re gonna win by a few touchdowns.”
I tied off my arm and put the needle to my vein, just as Iheard movement behind me.
“Right, honey?”
She stood up from the bed, fastening the rest of her clothes, and looked at me with clear love and lust, disguised by indifference.
“Whatever, Joe,” she said to me, “I go now. Where my money?”
I pointed at the nightstand.
“You need the money, you take the money. But I thought you were part of something bigger.”
She stared at me. “I dunno about that, Joe. You say you want me spend night. I spend night. What bigger than money?”
“Immortality,” I said, raising my voice as she took her cash and left my hotel room with all the huff of a liberal arts major. I didn’t pay her any mind for real, I just took the loaded needle and aimed it directly at my vein.
“That’s not what I thought it was,” was the last thought I had after hitting the plunger and before I nodded off.
It’s all good, though. It’s not like I’m going to disappoint any of my fans, right?
Right?
….
Right?