Jackson should be in the Hall of Shame fuck the Hall of Fame

Ice Man: Hold on…I gotta do something really quick. Hold on, okay?

[ Keith heads over to the window and looks outside before suddenly bursting out into a huge array of laughter. Continuously leaning back and slaps his thigh, the raspy laughter grew and grew and grew more controlling on The Iceman at the present moment. No one had ever seen Keith that amused before as he slowly sat in his chair, continuing to laugh as he spoke. ]

Iceman: The-y-they absolutely think…that…you’ve get the best of me Jackson? A fella who signs contracts with out the though of honoring them? Am I supposed to be impressed because you won a X-Net tournament. A tournament that ment shit in the long hall of things. A tournament that a man name Styker won in controversy….Maybe I should just quit.

[starts clapping and speaking sarcastically]

Iceman: Bravo, sweetie…bravo. I mean, really. Did you actually believe putting you Xnet status on your application would help out your case here in NL-Dub? You actually think that scare us? Maybe lower talent. But not me. I’m the man who after destroying The Mexican Samurai proceeded to break his arm! You fail to realize who the fuck I am! I’m not the one to be playing this grade school bullshit. I’m not the one to sit here and play these mind games. I will shut you down permanently and you WILL become nonexistent. There is no reason for me to doubt your abilities, or in your case, ‘lack thereof’ being that I already knew your next move. You are considered a has-been…and soon to be never-was. You see, that’s the one thing that I can’t stand about the whole idea about a Hall of Fame. Wow…you hear someone talks about shit that everyone already knows and they you go up and get a damn plaque just for being the most popular cocksucker to the boss. You need to take a look around, Jackson. Come Sunday, I’ll show you that you’ll always be my bitch, call it the new trend of everyone I face. I don’t have a fuckin’ soul. If anything, I’m the soul taker with the tremendous amount of lives taken in my hit list. I’m completely ruthless…so ruthless that everyone is put in a sudden cardiac arrest at the mentioning of my presence. So ruthless that I won’t even have to touch you and you end up traumatized for life by my methods of torture. You haven’t seen what’s up the Iceman’s sleeve, so in conclusion, Jackson, do me a favor and stop, and think shit out before you decide to go ahead with this match.

Now, I don’t know what the fuck is going on with you, but for some reason, you haven’t really gotten to me like everyone else because I’m still standing and ready to face you and we’re all wondering…has the Hall of Famer Jackson really lost his touch? Scared of the fact that you have a challenger who has a long array of names that had their careers cut short because of him. A challenger who has had more victims under his history than title shots and damn proud of it. A challenger who doesn’t give a damn if you have the blood running through your goddamn veins that is the cure for the earth because he will make sure that if he has to, he will risk everyone’s bodies and souls to kill your asses. Trust me, it’s understandable, but…it’ll only hurt for just a minute…just ease into the pain…take deep breaths and calm down. The pain that I induce on you will only hurt for a minute before you end up leaving this damn earth. I don’t care about winning a damn title. I don’t care about climbing to the top of the ladder much anymore. The fact that I get to pummel and end the careers of all of these young bitches is all that matters when I step into the scene. The ass-whoopings are a priority…the titles and rewards are the luxury. But trust me, my work will be proven correct by the end of TTT because you all will be looking at the big man on campus at NL-DUB…Keith ‘THE ICEMAN’ Cunningham!!!!

* Story – Seattle, Washington *

I was so completely amazed when I walked down the halls towards the hotel suite. Just thinking about Chynna and seeing her again had kind of gotten to me. It’s been quite a while since we last talked from there and the last time before that ended in a huge argument with the vows that we would never speak to each other again. Not even thinking about what room I should be going to…all the thoughts and things that I wanted to tell her were rushing through my head. The shit about Athena, my time in NLWF, everything that’s been going on in Miami, the whole situation with my daughter. Everything…but not all at once. Leave most of it for future conversation.

I turned the corner with Tony, both of us carrying the luggage, as we eased towards the suite door. Being that both of our hands were completely full of everyone’s luggage, Victoria’s being the most of course, I proceeded to give the door a good kick, causing a major boom effect on the door. I soon heard the sound of a women on the other side, knowingly Athena’s because of her strong Jersey accent.

Athena: What? What?

Iceman: Come open the damn door.

Athena: Alright, alright! Fine!

Iceman: Hurry up…I got something to do now!!!

Seconds later, she opens the door, looking up at me like I interrupted something extremely important. Tony and I soon bring all of the luggage in, throwing it on the couch in the living room as head towards the bar. Tony makes himself a drink while offering me one as well, but I decline the offer and grab a bottled water from the end of the bar counter.

Tony: Oh! No wine for the Iceman?

Iceman: Naw…I got a brunch date in a little bit.

Tony: Really? We haven’t been in Seattle for more than six hours and already you have a date? What in the hell is going on?

Iceman: Well…I’m just meeting up with an old friend.

Tony: What old friend? Who in the hell do you know that lives in Seattle, Keith?

I slowly roll my eyes as I look away and take a sip from the water.

Iceman: Damn, man…if you must know, it’s Chynna.

Tony immediately grew suddenly silent after I said that. I turn to see what was going on and what I got in return was one of the most impacting stares I had ever received from anyone. Tony could not believe for one second that Chynna was even in Moscow and on top of that…about to have a brunch date with me. He placed his elbows on the bar as he crossed his arms and looked at me as I took another sip of water, pulling out a cigar in the process.

Tony: Dude, are you sure about this? I mean, the last time you two met up, one of you almost ended up in the hospital.

Iceman: Well, I don’t really care…pretty much, the heat between us is pretty much buried along with that company. Whatever happened in that company shall be laid to rest with that company as well.

Tony could do nothing except look at me and shrug his shoulders.

Tony: Well, I guess that’s a good thing.

Iceman: Anyways, how’s Kota and Lexie?

Tony: Dakota at her grandparents until I get back and she’s fine. I talked with Alexis last night and she’s doing fine as well, but she wants you to hurry and get home.

Iceman: Why is that?

Tony: She just doesn’t want to be around her mother and Carl anymore. I don’t know.

Iceman: I’m telling you…something is going on with that Carl. He’s done something to Alexis…but I just can’t pinpoint it.

Tony: (clears throat) Um…don’t try to change the subject.

I look up at Tony while taking a puff of my cigar. He then folds his arms over his chest.

Iceman: What in the hell are you talking about, Ton? There is no subject at hand right now.

Tony: Bullshit. We’re talking about an ex-flame here and you want to act like it’s just a casual thing. Do you know how wide the doors can open just by you two talking again?

Iceman: Dude, shut up…we’re just friends.

Tony: Just friends, my ass.

Iceman: Fuck you very much for the NBC moment.

Tony: I’m just saying—

Iceman: (interrupting) I’m just saying that you all need to stay out of it. I don’t need any bullshit drama lurking around the corner with every person that I see on the streets.

Tony: Whatever.

Iceman: Well, I gotta head out in a minute. We’re meeting up downstairs in a few.

Tony: Wait…she’s staying at this hotel?

Iceman: DUH!!!!

Tony: Oh shit…now something’s really going down soon.

Iceman: You know what, Ton? Shut the fuck up and mind yours.

Tony: Oh!

Iceman: Anyways, I’m going now…I don’t like to be late for anything.

Tony: Case in point…(coughs) booty call (coughs).

I turn to see Tony chuckling under his breath as I flick him off. I grab my coat from the couch and slide it on as well as my hat and scarf. I soon look over at him as he makes banging signs at me like I’m going to bang the chick or something. Damn…why do they always think that? Can’t a little conversation over some brunch be exactly what it is?

For the first time in my life, I felt butterflies spinning around in my stomach. The fidgeting began as I continuously fiddled around with the family ring on my right ring finger. I didn’t know what to think at the present moment…having drinks with my ex? Nah…it can’t be happening. I pushed the button on the wall for the elevator to head to my floor…the 6th floor. The elevator headed up and after a couple of seconds, the doors opened…and one person I thought I would never see again was standing right there. I looked up in quite amazement as she smiled at me and spoke.

Ryann: Well, you could at least say something.

[ Over and Out ]