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D.o.M._2K8 presents: Psychotic Perfection "I think it might've had something to do with your contempt for Cheri leaving to be honest man. You're fucked in the head enough to do something like that too." Kaige says to me before taking a bite of a poorly made BLT inside the seedy diner.All I could smell was grease, coffee, sweat, and what I closely associated to shit. The lights flickered as I looked across the table at him. I licked my lips and gave him my cold response. "She died Kaige, because I've got an issue with you. You remember the scene backstage. You know what I'd have done to you... and you hid. You came to James later when you could smooth him over with your happy clean words." I calmed myself and adjusted my composure before taking a sip of my coffee. "James? Is... you..." Kaige just kind of sat there with a confused look on his face like he'd never met me. We both knew otherwise, one of us just didn't want to admit it. "Yes Kaige, you know who this is. But I'm over the violence now, I've grown and moved on..." I said deliberately changing the subject as I took another sip of the lukewarm, half a scoop of cheap ground, coffee this place passed off at an even two dollars. "You know I'd like to ignore the backstage politics that my young and rash executive nephew shoots himself into. He got his ass kicked and some owner felt bad for him, because it was partly his fault. Then he gets rehired after the boss has a guilt trip and fires half the roster." "Damn you move from topic to topic don't you." Kaige interjects taking a bite of his sandwhich. "I am mad." "You don't fucken change..." Kaige fires back just as quick but with his own little chuckle then takes a bite of his sandwhich. "Now there's rumor he's moving us all to a new place with the second guy who took him out, the piss ass exscuse for a wrestler who fears guys like you or me... Guys who have actual talent inside of a wrestling ring, but'll screw em over for his own benefit first chance he gets." Kaige who had remained silent, eating his sandwhich and listening intently, decided it was a good time to interject. "Do you ever reach a fucken point?" "Do you ever chew with your mouth closed?" I shot at him after wiping some of his mouth droppings from the table. in front of me."Yes. I want to have an exhibition match." I say wiping my mouth with my napkin and smirking across the table at him. "Thought you said we were even?" Kaige replies not understanding what was going on. I decided to leave him to his confusion and lead him down my rabbit trail. "Oh we are... But you and I both know that this isn't OWF anymore. Both XWA, and whatever new places opens up is still gonna be just chock full o guys so unlike you and me." I say as I sit back and pick my teeth with a toothpick. "What's that? A couple of old ass wrestlers, or two sick and twiztid fucks?" "A little of column A, and a little of column B." I say with a grin, before finishing my presently chilled coffee, and stand to leave. "Exhibition huh..." Kaige says leaning back... "Why the hell not. We're men." He says with a grin and stands up in front of me as I finished pulling on my coat. "Friends?" He extends his hand for a shake as I place my hat upon my head, and firmly grasp his wrist. I stare coldly into his eyes, and make sure he catches every dark ring inside my words, "May the best...man....win." ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Kaige... is a twiztid fuck. I've seen him do things... That just amaze me. I mean sure these things shock, and scare other people, but Kaige has yet to do shit to me." *Caine is seen fading in through static curling a fifty pound weight as he looks into a mirror reflection a camera sits behind.* "But he's seen me do things too...." *The scene statics out, and fades in to the following video of James Caine* *The video ends and James Caine is seen butterfly pressing two hundred pounds.* "It's just an exhibition... But I've got to be ready... 175%, because Kaige isn't a man you want to take lightly. Kaige is a guy like me who's always ready to go the distance. At least I hope he is." ~Ungh, Ungh.~ ~Inhale~ ~Exhale~ "See most guys out there underestimate opponents. I'm known for tragically overestimating them....I've been in the ring with Kaige... It was a good match, a real show stealer. With that match I rocketed and others like Plague, and Steel I rocketed up the ranks of the OWF locker room. I was close enough to that world title to smell the lint in Angel's Belly button." ~Exhale~ ~Ungh.~ ~Inhale~ "But when it came time to finish what I started I just got bored. It wasn't hard enough. Kaige, and Steel were probably the only real challenges there. Plague was easy, but the booking favored him, no biggie. It happens, and it'll most likely happen again." ~Clang~ *Caine drops the weights and wipes some sweat from hi forhead.* "Well my workout is pretty much good for the gym. I'm sure Kaige hasn't forgotten that I know he got close to that belt too. But he just didn't get close enough. Time to go relax my mind, but running it out of gas. Maybe I'll just go check on James..." [To be continued...] ------------------------------------------------------------------ 
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