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Blondes under the table
Topic Started: Feb 4 2010, 03:25 PM (97 Views)
"Psycho" Sam Attic
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The place smelled of sweat and the sounds were of men straining against the limits of what they think they are capable of. That was the typical day for most of them, but there were a few that seemed to excel. Those are the ones every trainer wishes to get their hands on, not for money means, instead for the fact they would be the ones known to have trained them. That was gold in this business.

Slowly the eyes in the place turned to the ring, I long blond haired youth was going head to head with a star, not that the star wasn’t his own brother, but the fierceness with which the two went move for move, would have said they hated each other. Yet the smiles on their faces would have said otherwise. They were actually enjoying cutting loose on each other.

A hard stiff uppercut and the younger of the two went down. The older of the two mounted and began to rain down lefts and rights. The younger managed to get a leg up around the waist of the older and slowly found away to get leverage enough to get away from the pounding. His face bloody and his strength nearly gone, he managed to get to his feet for two reasons, his own pride and the goading of the older more experienced male.

“Get up. GET UP!! I am going to beat the hell out of you!!!”

The younger male stumbled to his feet and raised his hands and motioned for the angry one to come on, he was still smiling and even though he was bloody, he wanted more.

”Then bring your old ass over here and do it. I can take anything you have. I WILL NOT BE BEAT!!!”

With a maniacal scream they launched at each other with a new level of fierceness. The ring shook with the impact of them landing wrapped in a fist thrown, foot kicking heap in the middle of it. Rolling around and throwing everything they had at each other, they pounded away.

Most watching stood stunned at the display and made no move to stop it. All but one man.

Jake Jarvis jumped in the ring and started trying to pull them apart. With his effort a few more jumped in to help him. Slowly and with much effort the two snarling men were separated and pulled to opposite corners. The older breaking loose and landing one last punch that put the younger man on the mat. He was dazed, but not out. Still the fight was over.

“Enough!!. You two are brothers not enemies!! Act like it.”

Slowly they both eased up and settled down. Both bleeding, the younger worse than the older, but both looked happy at the pain and destruction they caused each other.

Jake: What got into you two. Alan I know your psychotic but you Matt, what the hell got into you?


The younger brother of none other than Alan Fiscus looked up at the man standing over him and smiled. His face slowly clearing up with the aid of a trainer wiping the blood off.

Sam: Nuthin at all. He said he wanted to see what I got and I let him see. (looking over at his brother) You like what you see? Good enough for ya?

Alan was standing in his corner and he nodded slightly, his face puffy and his smile just as evident.

Alan: Not bad for a beginner. You might be half as good as me someday.

There was a bit of something between the two. With Alan being a lunatic, it wouldn’t be called brotherly love, but it was something.

Sam: Yeah, sure. I will be better than you some day. That you can count on big brother.

Sibling rivalry is always one of the most competitive things in the world.

Neither spoke anymore as they were tended to. The trainers let them loose from their care and the brothers climbed out of the ring and headed to the office where Jake Jarvis had headed off to. All three plopped down in a chair and looked at each other.

Jake: That was beyond what was needed. You two shouldn’t have been that hard on each other. All I wanted was to see where you were on your holds Matt. But you Alan, had to take it further.

Alan just looked at Jake like he was crazy.

Alan: Holds don’t win matches. Fists and fury does. He has to be tough, he will be hunted because of who he is. I WILL NOT be shown up because he is a pussy in the ring. He has to fight every time he gets a chance. If I don’t make him tough then he will be nothing more than a waste of my time.

Matt looked at Alan, his face screwing up in a way that says he hit a nerve.

Sam: YOU HAVE TO MAKE ME TOUGH?!! I can go with anyone. I don’t need you to teach me. I can take you right now and then take on Jake. I am tough, you just worry about your being somebody’s bitch.

The two were ready to go at it again. But Jake settled them down before the office was trashed and who know what else. Slowly they eased back in the chairs and calmer heads took over.


Months later [/b[


“A sharp uppercut, he is staying on him, a hard right and the western Kid is staggered. A left, a right and a kick to the gut. The Kid is against the rope and now Psycho Sam Attic is on him like glue. Whip to the ropes and Psycho hits him with a knee to the mid section and doubles the Kid over. He has it set and now he takes the Kid on a terror ride. That’s it, the ref is counting, 1…2…..3!!! Psycho Sam Attic is the winner and new number one contender for the title. The champ will have his hands full with this young stallion.”


The others backstage looked at him like he was some alien with tentacles coming out of his head. He was never supposed to have won. All the roster in this shit hole of a company didn’t want him to win. They knew who he was and they resented that. Always thinking he got the shots they deserved. Yet he didn’t care. He was there to get experience. He had done that in spades. He made sure he had beaten every single man on the roster and he had one left to take down.

Yet even he wasn’t prepared for the suit that was waiting for him as he entered his own dressing room.

He took the file and opened it and looked at the papers inside and then signed them without a hesitation. He had a smile on his face as he packed his gear and walked out of the dressing room. He flipped every one of the others backstage and stood face to face with the only man there he hadn’t beaten yet.

Sam: Your lucky day Champ. I’m headed out of here and you get to keep that title. I am headed to the big time.

He smacked the champ across the face and walked out. He was going to a place he could call home and have fights against real competition.

Three months later

The bar was rocking and hot, Solid Platinum, a nudie bar was packed with women. Some actually looked good, he was throwing money at them and had three hanging on him like he was made of gold. All three women were drunk as hell and he knew they would be in his bed all night long. Still he had part of his mind on something else. The women didn’t care, he could have read the phone book to them and they would have been happy. After all he was a star on the rise in the business and they knew it.

Woman: What’s the matter honey? Don’t you like me anymore?

He turned his head to the side and looked at her. He gave her the infamous Fiscus smile and shook his head.

Sam: I have things on my mind baby. I am in the main event in my first match. How much greater can it be? I am the new blood and already I am at the top. How many in this business do you think would give their left nut to be in the main event of the biggest and best company going today? All of them would. But here I am, teaming with a man my brother says is cool to be in a match with, against two men that shouldn’t be in the same building with my brother and me. Yet they will show up and ya know what? So will I. I will make my name here at their expense. I want them to come at me with everything they have just so I can take them down and they wont whine bitch and complain that is was a fluke. I have watched, studied and know everything about Stryker, Blaze and Covey. I will beat their asses down like the dogs they are. I am a Fiscus, I don’t know failure. I only know victory. But there is one thing they better do. Take me seriously - at your own peril, ...doing so - more than likely will cause intermittent losses of sanity, ...and sudden bouts of 'what the f**k. Now they can deal with it.


He suddenly lost his train of thought as her blond head dipped under the table.


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