KIP CALHOUN versus RYAN MCCOLLUM

  After his father had pissed all over Ryan's dreams, the brooding Teenager found himself in an even deeper funk than usual when it came to working in the Bakery. He felt like he was just going through the motions now. Up at 3 in the morning, Shower, Dress, work in the Bakery, go to School, home to work in the Bakery, go to sleep...Wash, Rinse, Repeat.

  It was during one of these monotonous days that Ryan's Mother asked for help clearing the table and doing the Dishes. Normally Ryan's Mum was all about doing that stuff alone because she said Men would just get under foot and slow her down. But Ryan didn't complain, helping out his Mum at least got him out of the Bakery without having to help his Father close.

  The Water was near scalding when Ryan slipped his hands below the Soap Suds. He waited several seconds, soaking up the sting of Pain waiting for the cold water from the Faucet to cool the temperature. Ryan found that he had a very high endurance for pain from a young age. Now mind you, he wasn't some Pain Junkie that shot himself with a Nail Gun just to get his Rocks off. He simply didn't have as quick of a reaction to pain. Something that would serve him well later in his career, even though at that time he didn't know it.


" What's wrong with my Lad?" Ryan's Mum questioned. She was a plump woman with tight Auburn Curls on her head and Cherub-like cheeks that looked like they might pop, like over filled Balloons when she would smile so bright and wide. Rachel McCollum was the classic House Wife. She would occasionally help out in the Bakery at really busy times near Holidays. But otherwise she took great pride in the love and devotion she gave to her family.


Ryan looked up from rinsing the suds from a plate and smiled softly. " Just tired I guess"


Rachel patted her one and only child's cheek before giving it a quick pinch. " Don't you lie to your Mum. God will get you for that"


Rachel was about as devout a Christian as she was a devoted Mother and Wife. Being deep within the Irish Catholic Religion, Rachel never missed a Mass if she could help it. But she also tended to wield God like a Sharp Edged Sword. It wasn't unheard of for Mom to tell you several times a day that God was going to get you for not doing something she thought you should do...Or doing something she thought you shouldn't. God was her sword and she wasn't afraid to whip him out if need be.

Ryan sighed , he knew he could talk to his Mother about most things. But she also had a tendency to talk everything over with his Father and Ryan couldn't see that ending well for him. " Just tired honest."


His Mum dried a couple more plates and a cup before speaking again" Your Father told me about the talk you and him had"


Ryan's throat filled up with a lump the size of a Softball at the thought of his Mum now lecturing him about why he needed to stay here and keep the Family Business going. She put her hand on his shoulder, and turned his body so that he was looking her in the face. " Tell me about it Son"


  Ryan felt like Ralphie in A Christmas Story at the moment, before he could think about holding his tongue. He was spitting out all of the Information he could possibly know about the Training Academy, Malcolm King, and why he wanted to be a Professional Wrestler. He didn't want a Red Ryder BB Gun, but he sure did want this.

  His Mum flashed a Cherub Cheek smile at him, before reaching into her Apron and shoving some money into his hand. " This is all I got Ryan, but it should be enough to get you down there and get you started. Don't let your dreams be crushed by another's dreams. Your Father loves you, but that Bakery is his dream...Not yours."


His Mum pulled him in tight to her and kissed his cheek hard and long. She turned away, wiping some stray tears from those cheeks. " Chase those Dreams Son...Make us proud Ryan....Ryan...Ryan"

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Ryan...Ryan...BABY BEAR!


Ryan sat bolt upright in the bed to see Tapanga standing in the doorway of the Bathroom wearing nothing but a towel, her long locks soaked and clinging to her skin " The shower is yours. Get a move on"


Ryan rolled into a seated position on the side of the bed, wiping the sleep from his eyes and letting out a loud yawn. Tapanga came out the Bathroom with a Hairbrush in hand. She shoved back on Ryan, taking a seat in his lap with the towel riding up in just a way to give him a view that woke up other parts of his body as well. Ryan wrapped his arms tightly around Tapanga's waist, kissing along her shoulder blade and up along the back of her neck. " Maybe we should take just a little time to get dirty and then we can get clean again"


Tapanga rolls her eyes, handing him the Hairbrush. " Brush"


Ryan sighed " But"


Tappy leaned back pushing her supple lips against Ryan's for a quick kiss. She pulled back with a smile " Brush now please. I hate when my hair gets tangles. Maybe if you help me now, then tonight when we get to the Hotel. I will feel like having a little fun with my Baby Bear"


Ryan ran the brush through Tapanga's hair with her leaning back against him and smiling contently while Ryan was thinking this shower is going to have to be extra cold.


*Fade*


  There is two kinds of Wrestling Companies on the Landscape today. You have the BIG Company that has Television Deals, Movies, Huge Production Set-ups and the like. Then there is places that would be known as Independent AKA Indy Companies where they MIGHT have a Television Deal with some local cable station, but most often usually make their money off the live events. Pure Amusement Wrestling perhaps falls into that Indy Category with some slight differences.

  PAW's money mostly comes from Ticket Sales of the actual Amusement Park. The Owners of PAW..Wicked Entertainment has sort of taken Wrestling back to its Heritage as the Side Show to bigger events like traveling Carnivals. So with PAW being one of the most unique experiences in the Professional Wrestling Business today, you do find yourself as a Performer in a bit of a tough situation. How do you get your Promotional pieces out?

  The actual matches go through Mass Production onto DVDs that are sold at future shows, through the Website, and at the Park itself. I mean who hasn't went to a Wrestling Event and bought a DVD of a show you were at just to see if they caught you in the crowd On-Camera? Getting to take that piece of history home with you and showing your friends that you were screaming Bloody Murder the night Big Wang Wilson Quadruple Powerbombed Al B. Damn through a Italian Family in town on Vacation is just worth the money...Die-hard fans love that sort of stuff, and as the Competitor it is your job to get people into the Seats so that more money comes into the Company and hopefully trickles down into your pocket. Thankfully for Ryan " The Iceman" McCollum he had a Tapanga Britt to facilitate that whole reaching the masses stuff besides what goes up on PAW Website.
  Tapanga Britt was a Star in the business thanks to the Family she comes from, and the reactions she brings from her rabid fans. The Superstarlet, Park Avenue Princess, and all around Bitchy Queen of Mean has built herself quite the cult following by her willingness to mix outrageous behavior with over the top sex appeal. Her Website, TapangasaysUSuck dot com brings in close to a Million hits a day it not more, and her Merchandise flies out of the Online Store. I mean who doesn't want there very own autographed Kiss my Ass Poster on their walls?  Yes, it is a picture of Tapanga's Fine Behind in the Skimpiest of Thongs with the words..Kiss my Ass emblazoned across the bottom of it for anyone looking to make a future purchase.
  Anyway this Website has followers from all over the United States and the World, with Ryan and Tapanga banking on some of those Followers being in Louisiana and wanting to get on over to get their tickets in Shreveport of the next PAW Wicked DVD Taping. So Tappy's brainchild was to use the Website for a new Web-series to promote PAW Appearances and future appearances elsewhere that would send the Media out to the Companies as well as post it through her Facebook and Twitter feeds. Unfortunately for Ryan...She decided..nay say insisted that it be called...The Road Head Chronicles....So on with the show.


On-Camera

 
  With Ryan behind the wheel of his 2010 Black Dodge Charger, they were heading East out of Vegas towards the home state of Mardi Gras and Cajun Food. Tapanga was holding the Camera on Ryan as he drove. Now behind the Camera Tapanga was wearing a pair of hip hugging jeans and a Brittnotized T-shirt with a light jacket over top of it, and had her beautiful long locks pulled back into a Ponytail. She definitely didn't look like she was the Park Avenue Princess today, but with the Camera not on her it really didn't matter.

  Ryan on the other hand stayed true to his disinterested in appearances style of messy hair under a skull cap, leather jacket, a Brittnotized T-shirt (She pouted until he wore it), and jeans. Tappy spoke up as she started recording.


" Welcome Bitches and Tapanga Britt Worshipers to the very first Road Head Chronicles with Tapanga Britt. I am the fabi Tapanga Britt and that litte sugar dumplin' chauffeuring me is my Baby Bear Ryan McCollum...Smile for my massive fan base"


Ryan shook his head " I'm trying to watch the road here"


" Smileeee, forrrr meeee"





"Ughhh, don't do that anymore you look creepy. So anyway Bitches, we are on our way to...where the hell are we going again?"


"Shreveport"


"Yuck...The only thing great about Shreveport is soon I will be there. But I will not be a Happy Princess if my minions are not in attendance to see me. So Shreveport, and all of Louisianians that are listening to me right now. Get on out to the Shreveport Municipal Memorial Auditorium to see me on February 4th, buy my pictures, watch me with Envy, and day dream your dirty little minds away with what you would want to do to me, but never...NEVER will get to do"


Tapanga nudges Ryan with the tip of her High Heel in his shoulder. Making it pretty clear that she is sitting sideways in her seat, with her back against the Passenger Side Door. " So Baby Bear, tell me in all of my deliciousness and my Millions of Fans about your first match in PAW. You are taking on Zip, Flip...What's his name again?"


" Kip Calhoun"


" How thrilling, if you wasted your life watching Joisey Shore and talking like a Gomba. I am sure you are in love with this guy, but my Baby Bear is about to tear him to shred, first verbally and then physically" 

Ryan smirked" Actually I don't have much to say to Kip right now, but I would like to speak to his Father and since I know Hoss is the brains of that little operation there. I am satisfied he will be seeing this as he studies me for his kid and I study them all in return"


"Ooooo I like when you talk all serious, makes my panties wet...If I was wearing any"


  The car involuntary swerves with tires screeching and horns blaring behind them. Ryan quickly adjusts the car back into its lane with Tapanga laughing " Now, Now Baby Bear...Eyes on the road."


  Ryan shakes his head. He regains his composure keeping to that personality that has earned him the nickname of the Iceman. Emotionless and Methodical in everything he says and does..
" I know you know who I am Mr. Calhoun, but I think it is only a sign of respect to introduce myself. My name is Ryan McCollum, but for you Sir, you may call me Ryan."


  Ryan guides the Car across the interstate taking the Exit they need to head continuously East. " I understand you are a very powerful and rich man Mr. Calhoun, but I also understand you are a very troubled man due to a previous...shall we say altercation at a New Jersey State Wrestling Competition. "


  Ryan heard the rumors, he seen the stuff on the PAW website. He knew what went down with Kippy's Mom and the Wheeler Punk. Off-camera it was worthy of a good chuckle, but this was all about business right now.
" I know you are not a happy man about coming to Pure Amusement Wrestling, but that you need your Son and his friends to settle the score and right the wrong against your family name and of course you personally. But you got to ask yourself something Mr. Calhoun, as you look at your Son and the two stooges that follow him around. Do you really believe he can get the job done for you?"


  Ryan glances at the camera, giving a slightly forlorn look and softly shaking his head " A man like you with your massive bank account and deeply respected name should be supporting a Winner. I know you could use that massive stack of cash of yours to buy enough people to take me down, because honestly it is going to take more than the Three Buffoons you got now to make that happen. But I have a different offer for you Sir. Something that I think a business man like yourself would be interested in listening too."


  Tapanga is heard yawning behind the camera " This is boring...Call him a fat Pecker Choking Nut Gobbler"


  Ryan grins, putting his index finger to his lips in that Shh-ing gesture that surprisingly had Tapanga actually being quiet instead calling Ryan several Sailor Worthy names and making him walk...Don't laugh it has happened before...Last time he ever forgot to comment on how beautiful she looks.


 "Pardon that slight interruption Sir, my companion is a wee bit overzealous when it comes to stomping on the throats of others. I, however will leave you with two options. Now before we get to that nasty and unfortunate business of pain infliction. I have option number one for you, and this one I think you will really like. A man like Hoss Calhoun, should be supporting a winner. You should be able to proudly say that the Calhoun family name was defended with the utmost dignity and that a man like Jamie Wheeler was left in such a state that Life Support seems like the only viable option for him to live until the next Sunrise"


  Ryan's voice holds that firm tone you would almost expect to hear from a Professor teaching you about Mathematics, Psychology, or some other deep thinking kind of learning. There is a relaxing, almost soothing dynamic to everything he says. You can also hear something there, something just below the surface that you can't quite put your finger on, but make the hair on the back of your neck stand up, and makes you know you should be worried about this man.


"Let's look at this deal with a fresh set of eyes Sir. Put away any other thoughts of loyalty to a Child or Perhaps a Father's love? " Ryan shrugs" and think about this from the standpoint of Hoss Calhoun, the man that was wronged severely. Kip is not going to be the Pure Champion"


Ryan pauses " I will let that sink in for a moment.....He is going to fail you again Sir, and I think we both know that. Kip does not have what it takes to carry the Calhoun name all the way to the finals of this Tournament against some of the toughest competitors that has ever laced up a pair of boots. You will end up with another Black Eye on your name Sir, if you believe Kip is your Horse to ride to the Finish Line, and when he fails you again you will be left with another Sour Taste in your Mouth that you will never be able to chase away. It will be worse than hearing that Wheeler Punk singing Kippy's Mom and taking pride in his indiscretions with your Wife."


  Ryan shakes his head somberly, as if he truly cares about the torment that Hoss Calhoun probably feels over Wheeler going Bunny Banging, and his kid being a moron with a Trust Fund that he will likely squander away quickly after Hoss' final breaths. " Support the Winning Team Mr. Calhoun. Slide a big stack of cash on over this way, strictly between us of course..No need to involve those pesky IRS Leeches. Then just sit back and watch me put that failure of a kid on his head as many times as you want to send a message to him that he needs to respect his Dear Ole Daddy, and stop being such a royal screw up."


  Ryan flashes the hint of a smile, no clue whether it because he loves the idea of dropping Kip on his skull over and over, or because he loves the idea of lining his pockets with money to do something he intends to do anyway.
" I can provide the Steak for the Black Eye that is already on your name thanks to Wheeler, and his disgraceful antics. Once Kippy is back learning respect and training to listen to you properly. You can watch your new Top Stock Investment move through the rest of this tournament and become the very first Pure Champion." Ryan flashes a grin, even if it is ever so briefly" Just think of it Mr.Calhoun."


  Ryan takes one hand off the steering wheel, waving it across in front of him as if trying to bring on that future image for him and Hoss to see." When that title is held high above my head. You could be there...You could be standing right next to me, and my beautiful reason for breathing Tapanga Britt...No one will be singing Kippy's Mom, because they will be to busy crying out their blood shot eyes, and trying to accept that Hoss Calhoun's Top Stock Investment just shocked Wicked Entertainment and Pure Amusement Wrestling to its very foundation, and brought you their coveted title on a Silver Platter"


  Ryan pauses to take a sip of his Drink that he has nestled in the console of the Car, and to wink at his Beautiful Companion before glancing at the camera and then back at the road with another blase shrug of his shoulders." Hell, I'm a business man. Give me enough money, and you can even take the Pure Championship to do what you wish with. Give it to Kippy, Wear it yourself as a Belt, Wipe your ass with it, or turn it into a pair of shoes...Whatever you wish Sir, to teach Pure Amusement Wrestling and those rowdy Carnies to respect the Big Dog of Business, Hoss Calhoun"


  Ryan smirks, but just as quick as the smirk comes it fades away." But now we must unfortunately discuss option number two. Mind you, I wouldn't even bring this up if not for the fact that Kip is your son and I know how Fathers can be about their Boys. My Father is still waiting for me to come home and bake some Bread, even though it is fairly clear that is not going to happen. Fathers sometimes refuse to admit their child or children are just fuck ups and they will hold out the hope that their pride and joy will change"


  Ryan takes a deep breath, that side just below the surface with this young man seems to be peeking out." Not saying that is you Sir, but for this purpose let's say that it is. You can believe in Kipster against me. You can block out the fact that your boy likely would have lost to an Ambulance Chasing Attorney if not for Dumb and Dumber,and think he has the attributes to deal with a man like me"


  Ryan gives that understanding, almost sympathetic nod " I am fully aware that Kip is a great Amateur Wrestler, even when his Opponents aren't out petting Bunnies"


Ryan grins, offering a soft chuckle"Sorry about that... Anyway, I know he is also trained in Martial Arts and done some MMA. Heck Kip's resume has just about anything you would want on it to create a Top Superstar in the business, but one thing"


Ryan raises his index finger. " He isn't me Mr.Calhoun. For all of that hard trained talent Kip has, he still has those moments where he second guesses himself. He still looks to you for direction when the going gets tough...He doesn't act, he reacts. I don't react to my surroundings Sir. I act upon them and make my surroundings what I wish of them. So the way I see it, these are your options..A little door number one, door number two scenario if you will."


  Ryan reaches in front of him, using his forearms to drive momentarily as he gestures to the Scales weighing back and forth.

" I will beat your son Mr. Calhoun. That is a solemn promise that you cannot do anything about. I will beat him as badly and as violently as you force me to do, and then I will advance on through the tournament to become the Pure Champion with or without your support. I wont make fun fun of what his Mommy did under the bleachers. I wont crack jokes about him needing a blanket because it probably gets pretty chilly living in your shadow. I wont do any of that sir. What I will do is drop your kid on his skull as many times as I have to, until I get that three count or you are forced to throw in the towel to prevent any more carnage befalling your DNA. I will also do that to Dumb and Dumber if they decide to get involved in my business, and as much as it pains me to say it Sir...I will do the very same damn thing to you as well. I have no remorse for what I do, I am a business man and I conduct myself as such. "


  Ryan takes an exit with the Car slowing down, he glances towards the camera. " See my vow in my eyes right now Sir, and know that I am not bullshitting you or looking to inflate my own ego. You have your choices, do you make the deal that washes the dirt from your name, or do you live with the consequences of what I am fully capable of and very willing to do?"


  Ryan sighs, offering a final shrug to the camera " Think it over Mr. Calhoun. I am sure someone at PAW will be glad to give you my number should you want to make arrangements for a Direct Deposit into my Bank Account, but rest assure Cash is always welcomed. Make the Investment, and enjoy what I can and will do by winning the Pure Championship. "


  "But before I go, let me just say this to you Kip. Your blood is probably starting to run a little cold right about now. You are probably wondering what Dad might do. Will he pay me and let you become a whipping post, or does he still believe you can pull off the unimaginable? It is fine to be worried Kip, maybe even be a little scared. Because you are about to deal with a man like none other. A man that doesn't allow emotion to cloud his business decisions. You are about to feel the icy chill of the unknown...Will he or wont he?"


Ryan chuckles confidently " Be seeing you real soon Kip. "


  The camera goes black with Tapanga smirking at him and nudging him again with her foot " Look at my Baby Bear showing he has claws. "


Ryan winks at her, and before he knows what is happening or can react. Tapanga is in his lap kissing him deeply and ripping at his shirt. Ryan struggles just to keep the car from drifting off the road as Tapanga bites his bottom lip " It turns me on when you are dominating...Find a spot to pull over right now"


Ryan quickly hits the signal trying to get off the Freeway before he causes a thirty car pile up behind him and has to explain it was his hard pecker that caused it all. Tapanga leans back, jerking her jacket off her shoulders and pulling up on her shirt. She pauses quickly slapping him on the face and smiling " Don't get to dominating...Remember who calls the shots around here"


Tapanga reaches down between them to unzip his pants before shoving her hand inside. Ryan jerks upright in the seat with a quick exhale before grinning " Always you my Beautiful reason for Breathing...Always you"

End for now.

  Three years after Ryan McCollum left his Mum in the Kitchen and started his future in the Wrestling Business. Ryan was doing pretty decent for himself thanks to Malcolm King taking him under his wing and helping him get on his feet and showing him the ropes in the Business both inside and out of the Wrestling Ring.
  However for all of the shows Ryan was taking and all of the positive reviews he was getting from Promoters and fellow Competitors, something was missing. Ryan had watched American Wrestling through that Electronics Store Window. He wanted to go to the United States and try his hand where his dreams originally came from.
  So when the opportunity came to tour in the U.S. Ryan jumped at the chance to come across the Pond and see what the Land of the Free and Home of the Brave was all about. Little did he know on that long ass flight wedged against a fat guy with a sweating issue on one side and a Woman with a baby that seemed to know two things, Crying and Crying Louder on the other side. That he would meet the love of his Life.
....

  Ryan had been working some shows in Florida and Georgia when he first got to the U.S. He was making some good money and having a good time, but something still seemed to be missing. Ryan wasn't sure what that was until he got hired onto a tour going through Texas.
  The tour was for Lone Star Wrestling, they weren't exactly the big time but were working really hard to get the Texas fan base excited once again, like during the days of the Von Erichs versus Freebirds, and, of course, World Class Championship Wrestling. On the first night of the tour, Ryan had met the Promoter Tom Miller.
  Tom was a nice enough guy for a Promoter, and so far his Check hadn't bounced so all was good. Tom said Ryan was impressive and he wanted to push him into the Main Event Picture for the rest of the tour working against the African Savage, Papa Dingo.
  Picture a heavier Kamala with a head full of hair that he would hair spray out into a wild hairdo, and you had Papa Dingo. Dingo's real name was Jabari, and he was a really nice guy with a jovial nature. Ryan became fast friends with Bari, and after the first night, they were already riding together from town to town. Ryan was learning a lot about the South and the Southern Style of Wrestling which was much more oriented to working the crowd and not just coming to the ring to put on a five-star match. Sure the fans still wanted that five-star match, but they also wanted to feel why they loved you or hated you. Ryan was worried about working face to Bari's super-heavyweight heel after hearing this. He wasn't sure he could make anyone care about him enough to become invested in the match like that.

" Man, I just don't know. I am not a guy that is naturally liked. I don't even think my family like me all that well, definitely my Dad at least"

  Jabari chuckled, from his spot in the Passenger's seat of the 1986 Olds Cutlass. It wasn't exactly the most pristine of vehicles, especially since it was an 86 and had so many miles on it that the Speedometer rolled around like the reels on a Slot Machine these days. But it was all Ryan could afford when he got to the U.S and so far this car with the character was doing a damn good job of getting Ryan from show to show.

" You will be fine out there Lucky. The minute my music hits, those fans are going to hate me so much that you automatically become someone they love by default" Jabari said with a confidence that Ryan just didn't have at the moment.

" I hope you are right, and stop calling me Lucky"

Jabari smiled, clapping his frying pan size hand down across Ryan's shoulder " Lucky Charms friend...Lucky Charms"

Ryan muttered under his breath as he took the exit off the Freeway towards El Paso. " I should never have told you I am Irish"

" But you did..." Laughing " But you did Lucky
....

  Ryan and Jabari were working with the rest of the LSW Crew in the El Paso County Coliseum. Ryan was shocked when they pulled into the back Parking Lot at the Coliseum and fans were already lined up out in front of the building waiting to get into a show that wasn't for another five hours. Ryan frowned at the line, I mean it was a great thing for the show but it was pretty rare for any Indy show to have lines that early in the day " What the hell is that all about I wonder?"


Jabari was struggling to unfold his near Six foot eleven frame out of the car and laughed " I guess you didn't see the flier. Taps is going to be here tonight, the fans love that girl no matter what she says to them"

Ryan's brow furrowed as he pulled his bag from the backseat and let the handle out so that the Gear Bag would roll behind him. " Taps, whose that?"

Jabari let out a soft groan, stretching to get his muscles loosened up after the long morning drive " Tapanga Britt. She use to be a pretty big star all over the South and up North. Tom begged and pleaded with her until she agreed to come out and sign pictures tonight. This is her hometown and she is like a Queen to these people.  Her family is like t

Ryan shook his head walking towards the building with Jabari ambling slowly behind him. " That's just crazy. How could anyone be that excited about just getting an Autograph? She isn't even working a match right?"

"Nah"

They walked through the back door with Ryan sighing " That's some bullshit"

" Wait until you meet Taps, you will see"

Ryan shook his head " No thanks Big Man, I'm here to work not sign pictures"

Ryan stopped dead in his tracks when he seen the gorgeous long haired beauty standing at the end of the hallway in a tiny black dress, that hugged every perfect curve of the girl's body. She was laughing while talking to Tom. The Goddess brushed the hair back from her face with Ryan muttering/stuttering" Who is that?"

Jabari laughed, slinging his arm around Ryan's shoulders and pointing at the Beauty. " That's Tapanga Britt AKA Taps"

Ryan sighed, like a love bug bitten School Boy " I think I'm in love"

Jabari's laugh turned into a guffaw now " Good luck with that Lucky. She is very selective about who gets near her for any longer than a night"

Ryan frowns, looking back at Jabari " How do you know that?"

Jabari smiled ear to ear, before walking away " Just what I heard Lucky"

Ryan took a deep breath, walking confidently down the hallway. Tom looked up as Ryan got close to him and Tapanga " Hey there young man, glad to see you made it"

Ryan nodded" Of course, I am all about showing up on time and doing the very best"

Did that sound stupid?

Tapanga giggled

Yup, that sounded stupid alright.

Tom shakes Ryan's hand, and then looks towards Tapanga" Ryan McCollum, this is Tapanga Britt"

Ryan smiled like a dumbfounded Teenager " Meeting you Pleasure...I mean pleasure to meet you"

Tapanga smirked, shaking Ryan's hand. Suddenly she yanked him in close to her, whispering in his ear " Put your Boner away Junior...You don't have a chance"

Tapanga stepped back, still smiling. " Well boys, I guess I better go get ready for my masses"

Tapanga sauntered away, her hips giving way to a backside that had Ryan humming in his head...Sweet dreams are made of these. Ryan muttered to himself " I will have you...By God, I promise that"
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  It was late afternoon in El Paso, as Ryan sat in a high back chair in his Hotel Room staring out the window at the traffic flying by outside. He remembered back to that first night of meeting Tapanga. He had persevered that night, begging and pleading with Tapanga until she finally agreed to have a drink with him after the show. That one drink turned into many drinks, and those many drinks turned into him making her scream his name in the backseat of the Cutlass that night...She almost got his name right to, but Robert was close to Ryan at least. That torrid animalist attraction led to them returning to Tapanga's house that night and as they say....

Ryan looked at Tapanga running around the room in just her panties trying to find the matching bra while swearing at her luggage like a Sailor.

The rest is history...

  Tapanga finally found the Bra she was looking for apparently. Because she hurried off into the bathroom to get ready. Tonight Tapanga would be returning to the El Paso County Coliseum for her first LSW show in almost a year. Tom Miller had passed away late last year due to a horrific Car Accident, but his son Billy had vowed to keep the business going in his Father's name. So tonight was the very first Tom Miller Memorial Event. Tapanga was booked on the show working with some local girl that she knew and had helped train apparently while Ryan was sitting on the sidelines for this one.
  Tappy needed to get back into the ring to work off any lasting Ring Rust before her big match with Venus Van Damn's creepy little Brother Stevie so it was good that she had been booked. Ryan had hoped to be booked for the event, but it was no mystery to him why he wasn't. Billy Miller was never a fan of Ryan, at least not on the personal level. Billy had been trying to follow in his Father's footsteps and actually get into the ring to work, but the kid had two left feet and the coordination of a Drunken Blind Monkey. After he nearly dropped Ryan straight on his skull one night outside of Dallas. Ryan had pinned him against a Pepsi Machine in the back and promised to break his f*cking neck if he ever got back in the ring again until he could work safely. Billy never got in the ring again, but Ryan's bookings with LSW went down the drain as well.
  So working tonight in honor of Tom would have been great for Ryan, but he was happy that his reason for breathing was getting to work in front of her hometown crowd, and some of her family who was making the trip out as well. With Tapanga still getting ready, Ryan took the down time to send a final message to his opponent for Wicked this week.
  He removed the Camera from its bag and set it up on its tripod next to the chair. Ryan was wearing only his Boxers and didn't care to get up right now to put on anything else. It might offend Kip that his opponent didn't dress up for each promotional appearance, but who really gives a damn what Daddy's Boy thinks right?
  The video would make its way up onto Tapanga's Site, Facebook, Twitter, and, of course, the official Pure Amusement Wrestling Website. But for now, it was just Ryan and the camera sitting in a Hotel Room on the outskirts of El Paso. In the background clothes were strewn everywhere thanks to Tapanga, and the bed was a wreck due a late night and then early morning wild times between the sheets. Turns out getting to work in the ring made his Wicked Kitten quite frisky, and left Ryan in a great mood.
  Ryan, however, was void of emotion when the Camera came to life. He leaned back in the chair, his muscular chest slowly rising and falling with each breath. His voice was that same melodic tone from the first time. Picture Jake "The Snake" Roberts back in the day, with his very calm, calculated approach and you had Ryan today.

(On-Camera)

   The Ice Man might be seething with anger below the surface over many things, not being booked tonight, Stevie Harris speaking ill of his reason for breathing, and even Kip's comparison of his life to that of Kung Fu Panda perhaps. But none of those reasons for showing emotion would ever get brought to the surface while the Cameras were rolling.
  Ryan spoke, in that soft but yet determined tone that Pure Pro would soon become very accustom to as the tone of their new and very first Pure Amusement Wrestling Champion. " So I guess from events that have come to my attention of late. It seems that I made a bit of a misjudgment about Hoss Calhoun and his addiction to failure through the hands of his Son."

Ryan shrugs" Of course the business arrangement I offered as Option One will remain on the table until bell time should Mr. Calhoun decide to open his eyes and see the light so to speak. But for now, it looks like we must, unfortunately, address option number two. The systematic dissection of you Kip."

  Ryan offers a very brief hint of a smile at the idea of hurting someone. Now he isn't one of those guys in the PAW lockerroom that runs around screaming how much they love to hurt people and take baths in their blood. He doesn't scream and bellow about being an Ultraviolent Messiah just waiting for his next victim. But there is no denying the underlying glee Ryan seems to find at hurting others that refuse to fall in line with his way of thinking. He is the kind of man that you almost picture offering you a Glass of Champagne and a fine dining experience until you didn't do as he expected of you. Then he would stab in the eye with the stem of your Champagne Flute and try to remove your brain through your eyesocket.

" I understand though Kip while you still might be worrying about whether or not your Father will wise up about your chances of slim and none against me. You are still pissed off because I supposedly broke some unwritten rule about coming between a Father and a Son. Unfortunately for you Kip, I am thinking that bond you believe you have with your dear ole Daddy was broken long before I showed up on the scene. I am suspecting that bond was broken on a cold New Jersey Night when your Mom was under the Bleachers and you were standing there confused to where your Opponent was. Your Dad likely lost a whole lot of respect for you that night, and likely continues to lose respect for you, each time you open your mouth."

  Ryan rubs his freshly groomed beard between his Index Finger and Thumb, thinking over the situation before letting out a shrug of his shoulders and a deep sigh" But what the hell are you going to do right? Your Daddy thinks you are a failure, and you are right about my Father wishing I was back home making Bread. But you see Kip there is one flaw in that little suggestion of yours that I am just trying to severe your ties with your Father because mine wants me at home..." Ryan smirks " The keyword is my Father WANTS me to be home. He wants me to do something I am honestly pretty good at. While your Daddy, is forced to deal with you like an Albatross strapped around his neck. I wonder how many times in a day your Father wishes the Condom hadn't broke when he sees you and the Two Stooges staring up at the Sky wondering how Clouds are made or why girls laugh at you three the minute you drop your pants"

  Ryan leans back over the arm of his chair, to glance towards the bathroom as if confirming something before he continues on. He turns his attention back to the Camera smiling. " Speaking of girls. I got a little something for you in a couple minutes just to show you that this isn't anything but business to me. I realize you think this is Personal or perhaps you are hoping you can make it personal in the wishes and prayers to Baby Jesus that if you mention my reason for breathing, you might throw me off my game. But you see that's just not how things work in my life, Kip. I don't take anything personal. I am a businessman first and foremost. So say whatever you want, and tell me as many times as you want that you are going to take Tapanga away from me. It won't bother me in the slightest Kip. But be aware of one small thing, each time you say such things as that. It is just one more time I am going to stomp on your throat, gouge out your eyes, or shatter your nose into a bloody pulp when that bell does ring for our match. Your words may not affect me, but they most assuredly will have a consequence for you"

Ryan stares hard at the camera, giving you the sense of just what this man might be capable of doing and very willing to do now that Kip has said something about his reason for breathing, and possibly taking her away.

" Now before I give you my little gift and hopefully open your own eyes to the truth since your Father is still preferring to stay as one of the Blind Mice right now. Let me just cover a couple things with you that you said. First off, I definitely do not think of you as a Joke. I mean a joke is told, read, or written for the reason to amuse. There is definitely nothing amusing about you when I look at your life and fate before us. Mostly I feel a deep sense of sadness over what you are Kip compared to what you believe you are. I almost feel a heavy weight on my heart at the fact you are willing to suffer what I promise I am going to put you through just for your Father's love and approval. This isn't some threat that a Giant like Press might offer you or a hollow promise that a guy like possibly my next round opponent Cross Recoba would make before trying to find a way to pay someone off to protect him. This is just a fact Kip. I fully intend to hurt you like you have never been hurt in your life, and I will not stop hurting you until your Father throws in the towel or you finally give up for that one, two, three"

  Ryan scoots to the end of the chair, resting his forearms across his thighs and leaning forward slightly " I admit, though, I never thought about my life in the terms of Kung-Fu Panda. But I like it, Kip, I mean that Panda came out victorious in the end, and clearly the reality is about to mimic Fantasy. But it's truly unfortunate we have gotten to this point. I do feel you should know something though Kip, a little man to Rich Spoiled Boy moment if you will"

  Ryan looks down at his attire and then back up at the camera " Noooo, not like those moments you have with the stooges. What I mean, is I want you to know something. The pain you feel and the blood you could possibly spill at my hands at Wicked. That's not my fault. I am a business man, and your father could have saved you if only he was willing to accept your shortcomings."

  Ryan stands up, pulling the Camera off the Tripod. " I mean he could have simply realized how likely this match is to end, despite your obvious talent. He could have accepted that no matter your talent level, it fails in comparison to me and my willingness to do whatever it takes to win. He could have simply gotten you a beating that you likely deserve for something or another. Then you could have returned to Jersey to lick your wounds, hang out with the stooges, and ruin some posters"

Ryan grins " Your buddies do a lot of talking about things. They don't seem to have the ability to know when to shut up about things and those rumors get around. But I make no comment on it since it is merely a rumor, though a pretty amusing one."

Ryan's words have to leave a certain worry in Kip's head. Has the Stooges just been talking and others have picked up on it and shared it around to chuckle about the man that is always screaming about him not being a joke....or has Ryan been talking with Kip's father? That is surely something that will be on Kip's mind going into this match.

"The reality of things is that you should have stayed on the Bench crying. Because now you are about to get into the ring where those tears will be from pain that I inflict and not just your father's doubts in you"

Ryan stops holding the camera in front of him. " Just like you won't be advancing in the tournament, and you won't be crowned the very first Pure Champion. You will never be getting any of this either"

Ryan turns the camera so that it can focus on the bathroom where Tapanga is working on her hair and not really paying attention to what Ryan is doing.

 

" Just look at her Kip. That's pure perfection in every beautiful inch of her body. Go on Kip, get a real good look. You can pause this video later and keep taking in that view. Just remember while you get to stare and drool. I get to have that Kip, and that is yet another reason why I am just better than you. What I want, I get...What you want, you simply daydream about having."

  Ryan turns the camera back to him" I guess what I am trying to convey to you Kip is that your life is full of being a failure and you will always come up short on your goals. You want to beat Wheeler down and make him pay for sullying your Family Name, and yet he is probably still somewhere singing about Kippy's Mom with everyone else that is humming that tune each time you walk by them. Your goals are dreams that you will never be obtained, and that goal of defeating me is just going to be another dream that doesn't come true on February 4th in Shreveport"

  Ryan sits down on the edge of the bed, pausing for a second to allow his words to sink in and likely to allow Kip and every other guy out there to put some ice down their pants after seeing the Superstarlet in all of her gorgeous glory.

 " As for you Mr. Calhoun, you made the wrong choice Sir. Your kid's continuing humiliation at both the hands of others, and his own expense each time he opens his mouth will not be changing anytime soon until you accept he can't do what you want him to do. You are not doing Kip any favors, even though you think you are. Each time you set him up to fail like you are right now. You are just pushing him one step closer to his likely fate, of either gargling with Razor Blades or bashing in your skull with a Claw Hammer while you sleep."

Ryan sighs, his tone turning quite somber at his belief that the ongoing humiliation that Hoss is pushing Kip into will lead to death at his own hands or him becoming the topic of Court TV...The Affluent Hammer Killer.

" The sting of the defeat I was going to give to him after you paid up. It would have only lasted long enough for his ego to re-inflate and the next challenger to show up on the Booking Sheet across from him. But what you are doing, and what you are forcing me to do. Well, that kind of pain leaves scars deep below the surface that no Modern Medicine will ever heal. You are doing Kip no favors putting him in the ring with me. It is like the Romans sending the Jews out to the Lions while patting them on the back and saying...Try now to look like Food"

Ryan shakes his head " Unfortunately for Kip, he most assuredly looks like food in the Lion's Den that the P.A.W Ring will be in Shreveport. There you go Kip, here is some advice better than even your Daddy could possibly give to you."Ryan grins " Try not to look like food"

Ryan turns walking into the bathroom, slamming the door with the camera continuing to roll until the battery finally goes dead and it clicks off just as the moans grow very loud from beyond that door.

Off-Camera of course

  A little while later Ryan walks from the Bathroom butt naked and looks at the Camera to make sure it turned off. He is not exactly the bashful kind, but he wouldn't want the camera recording something that might make the Parentals go nuts online because their Kids saw his Tally Whacker dangling in the wind.

Tapanga comes out of the bathroom, wearing just her panties again. She grabs some clothes from her luggage before smacking Ryan across the ass. " Get dressed Baby Bear. We are already late for arrival time at the building"

Ryan exhales " Not like they are missing me "

Tapanga giggles" It isn't about you Baby Bear. It is all about me. " Tappy looks back at him winking" It is always about me remember?"

Ryan smirks " Yes Lovely. Can I take a swing at Billy if he says anything to me?"

Tappy speaks from the Bathroom " Sure. I got us kicked out a Hotel, you can get us kicked out of a Wrestling Event tonight. Just not before the fans buy the Merch okay?"

Ryan chuckles as he starts to get dressed " Whatever you say my reason for breathing"


*End...Been fun writing this series, thanks for the great material, and back and forth Kip.