“Happy birthday!” the three yelled.

Nick sat up groggily, taking the cupcake from her and staring at it.

“Don’t you mean twenty nine?” Nick mumbled, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

“Whatever you like. But I sure as hell hope I don’t look like you when i’m twenty nine.” Cody said.

Nick glared at him and shoved half the cupcake into his mouth.

“Seth is gonna take you to lunch while I set the house up for your party. You sure you got everyone invited?” Jalie asked. Nick nodded.

“Yup. Make plenty of food. These guys don’t eat that often.” He told her.

“Ahh... All bums.” Jalie assumed. Nick nodded again and reached for his trenchcoat. He climbed out of the dumpster and shut the lid, pulling on his coat. He turned to Seth and grinned.

“I wanna go to the fanciest place in town, buddy.” Nick stated. Seth grimaced, looking at Nick’s attire.

“Aright... Whatever. It’s your birthday.” He said, giving in. He gave Jalie a kiss on the cheek before heading to their SUV along with Nick. Jalie and Cody headed back into the house, where streamers lined the ceiling. Balloons were placed randomly around the dining room, and another snack table had been lined against the wall. But this time, paper plates, paper cups, party hats and a large cake replaced the grotesque main courses from Halloween. The cake resembled an old brown boot, with several lines where Jay had swiped a bit of frosting. Jalie appeared in the doorway, hauling a steel tub full of ice and assorted alcoholic beverages.

“A little help here, ya lazy prick...?” She shouted. The cameras switched to the living room, where Cody was sitting on the couch. His feet were propped up on the coffee table as he watched a re-run of Baywatch.

“Run, Pammy... run...” He said, gazing intently.

Jalie stepped over the tub and walked up beside him. She smacked him upside the head and pointed to the tub.

“Go. Now. Fucking pervert.” She ordered.

Cody stood obediently and moved the tub the rest of the way in. Jalie followed him in, taking one last glance at the room.

“Like you couldn’t move it yourself? You’re no weakling... You can’t play that card like most women do.” Cody muttered. Jalie snorted.

“It’s not that I can’t, I just didn’t feel like it. Besides, you’re always in my house. You eat my food. You watch my tv. You use my phone. And I have reason to believe you’re fucking my sister.” Jalie replied.

Cody’s eyes widened.

“And if I ever get proof....” Jalie trailed off, leaving the options endless. Cody whimpered.

The door was pushed open and Seth and Nick walked in. Nick looked royally pissed.

“That was fast.” Cody noted.

“No shit, Sherlock. The fucker’s kicked me out.” Nick ranted.

Seth laid his coat on the arm of the couch and glanced at the clock.

“Listen, chill. Your buddies are gonna be here soon and you’ll forget all about it.” Seth said. Nick huffed, walking into the dining room and admiring his surroundings. He smiled and grabbed a Smirnoff from the tub of ice. He twisted the lid off and took a sip, glancing over at Jalie.

“Very nice. The cake is a great touch... A little stereotypical, but hey... Whatever works.” He mumbled.

“Everything about you is stereotypical... Don’t give me that shit. You’re just in a bad mood. Quit your bitching and have a good time.” Jalie retorted.

The doorbell sounded, but before they could answer it, a swarm of about six bums entered the dining room. Three of them headed to the alcohol, two for the food table, and one for Nick.

“Nicholas! Happy birthday ya fuckin’ Jew!” the bum shouted. Nick looked at him strangely.

“I’m Irish, jackass.” He replied.

“Ahh. So the big nose is just hereditary?” the bum asked. Nick shook his head, burshing past him to the cake. He was about to cut it when Jalie interrupted him.

“Nuh uh... We haven’t sang yet. I went all out for this fuckin’ thing, so I at least get to treat you like a child.” She told him.

Nick grunted in response and headed into the living room as another group of hobo’s headed into the house and toward the kitchen. Seth spotted him sitting on the couch alone and went in to sit down next to him.

“Having fun?” Seth asked, a touch of irony in his voice. It was apparent that Nick was upset.

“Time of my life.” Nick replied sarcastically.

“So... What’s wrong?” Seth asked him. Nick looked down at his feet, sliding his flip-flops off and putting his feet on the coffee table.

“I’m old, Seth. Old people despise birthdays. It means you’re... Old.” Nick said softly.

“Pfft. Sixty two... That’s not that old. When you’re ninety eight, crippled, carrying a cane and calling everyone whippersnappers, then you’re old. You’re just a tad over middle-aged... And you’re still a fucking party animal. Hell, you get more women than a gullible rich guy. Plus you’re in perfect health. You’ve got nothing to worry about.” Seth explained.

Nick smirked.

“I am quite the sexy beast, I must admit...” He said, grinning widely now.

“...Sure... So... What are you sitting in here for? It’s your party... Go show them bums how to get down ‘n dirty!” Seth hollered.

Nick leaped to his feet.

“Damn right!” He yelled.

He took off into the dining room, shouting.

“I am unstoppable! Who wants to touch me?!” He shrieked. Several bums ran up and began feeling his non-existent biceps.

“It’s like a cult...” Jalie muttered, taking a seat in one of the dining room chairs.

“My cult’s better.”

Jalie turned around to see her cousin, Adrian, standing behind her and grinning. His canine teeth had been fitted with dental fangs, which gave him an eerie appearance.

“Nice teeth.” Jalie replied. “And since when do you have a cult?”

“Last Thursday. I’ve been stealing peoples left shoes and eating peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. So I made a cult... And those are the rules the followers live by. They can eat nothing but peanut butter and jelly, and they have to give me left shoes each day as an offering. So I don’t offer them as a sacrifice to our Goddess, Taryn.”

“Your fiancee, Taryn?” Jalie asked.

Adrian nodded, smirking. Suddenly he went crashing to the ground as a horde of bums stormed the dining room, heading for the alcohol. Jalie looked up just in time as another pack of them swarmed the room. She climbed up on the table, searching for an opening. She found one and jumped, taking off up the stairs. She stopped at the hall closet and threw it open to find two bums downing the last of her secret stash of liquor. She stepped back in horror, before taking off back down the steps. She threw open the door to the basement, her only sanctuary. She shut and bolted the door behind her and crept down the steps. She walked toward the morgue drawers and slid open the one second from the left. She blinked, looking down to find Adrian lying there with a bottle of vodka. Lined by his side were the rest of her second storage, all nearly empty.

“I’m going to kill you.” she said, her eyes narrowed.

Adrian grinned, pulling out a throwing knife from his boot, apparently preparing for battle as the scene faded to black.

.[Violence].

Alexia.

Tsk tsk. You tried to pull the seniority card. Funny... And a nice attempt, but you failed. It’s easy to recognize someone who builds up false confidence in light of a future defeat. You’re pathetic, you fucking mortal. You will never be anywhere near my level. And you know why? Because you’re good for nothing. You never will be if you keep this attitude up. Respect those who have come before you, my dear. You’ve failed to do this. And you know what?

You’ve gone and pissed me off.

And not a single soul will be there to help you this Sunday. I’m going to teach you the meaning of humiliation. Ever heard the saying, ‘keep your words soft and sweet... you may have to eat them later’? You should keep that in mind. Obviously, I have no reason to go by this any longer. Sure, when I was new to the business, I tried not to step on any toes. But then I got better... I got smarter... And I matured into the woman that I am. Most people fucking hate me. That’s perfectly fine... And fitting, seeing as I fucking hate them too. I despise you. You disgust me. The amount of women that have come along that look and act just like you is ridiculous... It’s disturbing. How many people can come across the same way. And it only proves my theory on how fucking pathetic 99.9% of the human race is. That ninety nine percent... They’re sheep. They follow the theory, the idea of what they should be according to their class, look, and family affiliation. I took those expectations and broke them. I twisted them and bent them into my own view of how this world should be.

Hell, in my world, people would worship me. They would all see me for who and what I am, and respect me for it. Because what I am... Is phenomenal. I am beyond any expectations. I am beyond you. I am fucking unstoppable and yet, I can be humble when it’s needed. Unique... To say the least. But you... You can’t manage to see any of this. Because you’re blinded by your own theory. Your theory... That i’m intimidated by you. That i’m an easy win. That i’m no match for you. Heh... You amuse me, sweetheart. Am I supposed to be worried? Shall I cower?

I think not.

Now of course... The world isn’t mine (yet) so I can’t make everyone see what others have already. And that’s not delusional. It’s simply facing facts. I have done more than you will ever accomplish. I could retire right now... And be happy with what i’ve done. Almost, anyway. I haven’t yet went for a world title. It’s been offered... But I never took anyone up on it. According to you, you’ve had “thousands” of world titles. You see my dear, that doesn’t reflect on you. Because you’re still a fucking bimbo with no respect for those above you. It reflects on the company you were with. Because if you were the best they had... Well, it’s no wonder you came to the EWO.

Simply put... You are beneath me. And you will be... Until you start improving somehow. And even then, you’re going to need a lot of fuckin’ practice to take me out. Do you know how much training that would require? Your God can’t even help you now.

Fin.

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