That's The Way It Is

[Neptune]

When you have been hit with several blows and when it seems that everything is hopeless, that's where a victory is always welcome. It puts more life into your fighter's soul. Gives you that oomph to pick yourself up and go on.

I haven't made the impact that I intended to when I joined the UWA. In fact, before even my first match, I was already in trouble and I had already been humiliated by another man. Not my proudest moment. But when I managed to beat Santiago... I felt good. In a long while, I actually felt good.

Here's hoping the trend continues.

THAT'S THE WAY IT IS

After the event was done, I headed home by myself as Klayton wanted to spend time with his whore. I mean - Denise. I didn't mind at all, of course.

I actually rushed back to the mansion so I could have some dinner and then hide in my room. Even though I felt happy and proud of what I had done tonight, I didn't want Klayton ruining it.

Though, I have to admit, coming back 'home' to an empty house wasn't exactly the celebration I wanted. Everything seemed so cold and hollow. My skin was sticky from the sweat from the match. I didn't want to shower and waste time.

I went straight for the kitchen and grabbed a few bits and pieces from the fridge and pantry and made myself a nice little dinner. I made sure to only take very tiny portions of stuff so Klayton wouldn't notice any difference. Then, I rushed through every step of the process and though the food turned out alright, it wasn't as good as it could've been if I had spent more time on it.

I even thought of maybe watching some TV while I ate but the fear that Klayton could be back was just overwhelming so I even rushed through the eating process of the dinner. As I finished off my meal, I thought I heard his car pull up in the driveway.

I quickly washed my plate and cleaned up (I was VERY fast!) and ran to my room. I broke a sweat and I hated Klayton for it. But in the end, as I went to lay on my crappy bed, I realized there was no car in the driveway. Klayton wasn't home yet. I sighed. Relief.

There was no point getting back up again. I was too scared to have a shower, so I stayed in my clothes and stayed in bed. I was still feeling the rush from the match tonight but as I said, I was worried I'd get caught again.

So, instead of washing up, enjoying a good night to celebrate my victory, I stayed still on my bed. Stared at the ceiling, its colour looked like it was fading, and thought about things. My life, my brother, Klayton... It was all a mess. A mess that I needed to clean up. One victory at a time.

And before I knew it, my eyes closed and I fell asleep.

THAT'S THE WAY IT IS

You know how sometimes when you wake up in a cold sweat because of a nightmare? Well, something kind of similar happened when I woke up. Except, it was the opposite. I opened my eyes to find Klayton in my room, looking at me.

I broke out a cold sweat and woke up immediately. I didn't move though, I just... stared back, really shocked by his presence in my shitty ass little room. It took me a second to register that it was very early morning. Twilight hours judging by the dark blue sky outside.

"You really thought I wouldn't notice?" Klayton asked, smirking just a tiny bit. "I believe we had a conversation not so long ago about what you can and cannot do. Do you remember?"

I felt my throat tighten up and I could feel the bottom of my feet getting sweaty. I wanted to run, crash through the window, and just run. But of course, that was not possible. I stayed still and looked at Klayton in the eyes.

"I... I don't understand... what did I do?" I asked, my voice weak and hazy. I didn't want to incriminate myself if he was just testing me. I only took small portions, no way he could've noticed.

Klayton's smirk almost got bigger as he reached out to grab me by my hair and pull me out of bed. He dragged me to the kitchen and pushed me against the counter, my back first. He still had a grip on my hair as he looked into my face. That can't be good, I thought.

"What did I tell you? You don't do anything without MY permission. You can't eat, you can't drink, you can't go to the damn bathroom without ME giving you permission to do so. Did we or did we not talk about this?"

I could feel his breath on my face as he spoke, that's how close he was. His eyes looked dangerous. I, on the other hand, looked more and more like a little boy caught being naughty. I hated that. I hated the power he had over me.

"I... I'm sorry. I was just... hungry. You were not even here... what was I supposed to do? Starve? What use am I to you if I'm too weak to do anything?" I answered, trying my best not to sound defiant. It was not easy. I wanted to scream. But I couldn't.

Klayton shook his head but his smirk never faded. He then said, "You don't anything without my permission. You're my bitch. Now, since you've been a bad bitch, I have to punish you. That's how it goes."

I don't think I had control over it, to be honest, but as soon as he said that, my eyes went all wet. I shook my head and I could feel my lips quiver. God, how shameful.

"Please! Please! I'm so sorry! I was just hungry. I won't do it next time. Please! Don't... Please, don't..." I pleaded.

It didn't work. He ripped my shirt off in one swift movement of his hands, exposing my chest. Then he looked at my face and slapped me. Once. Twice. Three times. My cheeks stung, my eyes let a few tears escape. I felt weak. So weak. But Klayton wasn't finished. He grabbed my hair and pushed me against the wall of the kitchen.

Then he grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head, exposing my armpits. He kept my wrists pinned with one hand and with the other, he dug his fingers into my left armpit. Making circles with the tip of his fingers, scratching the bottom of my pit.

"Do you remember how much it hurt you when I bit you there?" He asked, his voice cold as ice and slithery like a snake. "Since you forgot about our simple rule, maybe you forgot about the pain I can inflict upon you. Shall I remind you who owns your body?" He rubbed off some of my sweat with his finger and then licked it. Nothing from me bothered him. Nothing.

I looked at him and I could tell he was absolutely serious. The way he was staring at my armpit, almost drooling with anticipation at using my body to make me weak, it put a dagger in my heart and my recent happiness at winning a match in the UWA. It was an awful feeling.

So, I cried. The tears ran on my cheeks and I was sobbing. I was a mess. I was showing just how weak I was and just how much Klayton owned me.

"But, I won... I won... Why are you being like this? I'm so sorry. Can't you just... please... just forgive me? You went out to celebrate with Denise. I wanted to celebrate too... I was here by myself. Please, please, please... just stop... I'm begging you. You already own me. I know that. I'm sorry... Please..." I was squirming, I couldn't even see properly because of all the tears.

I tugged my hands free from his grip... and let myself fall onto him. I buried my head in his shoulder and kept crying. Sobbing. Pleading. Hoping he'd find some compassion underneath all the blackness and spare me some pain, at least, for today. I don't think he anticipated my action as he stood still himself.

"I beat Santiago... are you not happy? Did I not do good?" I sobbed. "I know you own me. I am not even fighting that... I just... I was just hungry. Please, don't hurt me. Don't hurt me. I'm begging... Please... I won my match..."

Finally, I felt his arms move and my heart held its beat, waiting to see if he was going to hurt me or not. He didn't. He wrapped his arms around me and... hugged me.

He... hugged me.

"Ssh, it's okay," he said, his tone of voice not really clear. "You did well, my bitch." He didn't seem to sound cold. He held me tight and rubbed my back at the same time. I began to feel some relief as my sobbing slowly stopped.

He broke the hug and looked at my tears stained face. using his thumbs, he wiped away the tears from my cheeks. He then said, "Your bitch face is mine."

And as he finished saying that, his hands went down to my pants and he reached into them to grab my underwear and pulled them up violently, giving me a fucking wedgie! He held me above the floor for a good minute! I yelped in pain as he broke out into a laughter.

He then threw me down to the floor and I fell on my back. Klayton was quick and grabbed my ankles and tugged off my shoes and peeled off my socks. He looked down at my feet and said, "And those stinky toes... are mine too." And he pulled them to his face and began biting on them, chomping on my toes! I screamed and squealed. "Ahh, music to my ears, bitch. You really thought you'd go unpunished? Let me hear you now."

And he tightened his grip on my ankles and went to town on the bottom of my feet as well as on my toes. Only he could turn my greatest strength into my biggest weakness. I screamed for him. I squealed for him. He loved it. He loved owning me. He loved showing me just how much he owned my body.

I hated his power over me. I truly did.

THAT'S THE WAY IT IS

I may be Klayton's bitch but the bitch is not to be taken lightly by the competition. Just ask Santiago. The Black Charisma guy. He got his ass handed to him by yours truly. Do I take pride in kicking his ass? You bet I do. He thought he could beat me and be done with me easily. He thought I was someone you could discard without a second thought. Well, I proved him wrong, didn't I? That motherfucking son of a whore got what he deserved. One bitter taste of defeat at my lethal feet.

But one time isn't enough, is it, Santiago? You want more? You want to be even more humiliated? I'll be more than happy to help you out. Seriously, I just beat you and here you are again facing me. I know this is slightly different. It's a tag team match. Meaning that since you know you can't take me on your own, you went and got yourself some help to do the dirty work for you. You poor fucking fool. Nobody will be able to help you be more than what you are. And you know what you are? The shit at the bottom of the ladder. That's what you are. You think you're special when really you are nothing but a bland loudmouthed idiot who believes the world owes him something. Well, too bad, fucker, the world owes you shit. The world is happy to see you rot in the shadows and die as someone that nobody gives a shit about. I beat you already, I'll do it again. Not a fucking problem.

So you went and got help from Odin. Wise move to get someone better than you to team up with you. But enough about you, let's talk about Odin for a minute. Odin, you old fuck, you sure have some fight left in that dinosaur body of yours. I will say this; credit given where credit is due. Despite your old age, you can still kick some ass. You defeated Colt at the last Rush Hour show and that was no mean feat. You're no push over, and I don't intend to treat you as such. I know I gave you shit when we first met but you've proven to me that you can hold your own in the ring. You are not a loser like Santiago and you're not just all talk. You can deliver on your claims and promises. So, Odin, I give you credit where credit is due. You don't suck.

With that said however, don't expect me to be an easy target. I know big guys like you believe that smaller guys like me (well, in comparison anyway, I'm no fucking midget) can't really be such a threat to them because of their size. Well, I do hope you show more intelligence and wisdom than that, Odin. I hope you don't take my lethal feet as a joke. Santiago did just that and it earned him a defeat. I know I shouldn't give you advices on how to approach a match with me as it's stupid to give the competition hints on how to confront you. But, Santiago is an idiot so he'll be an easy win, and quite frankly, there's no fun in just squashing an opponent. I mean sure it can be satisfying for a minute but at the end of the day, you want your matches to be memorable. You want people to want to watch your matches over and over again. You want them to put it on YouTube and have millions of hits because you want to be remembered for being fucking awesome at what you do.

And that's why I want you to treat me as a serious opponent, Odin. I know I'm awesome and deep down, you know I'm awesome too. Don't let the fact that I'm Klayton's bitch affect how you perceive my skills in the ring. I can assure you that I can kick anybody's ass. Well, except Klayton. But apart from him, I can be a nightmare to everybody else. So, Odin, don't be a fuckwit and be a worthy challenger and opponent. I want to be remembered for being awesome. And that's only going to happen if my opponents bring their best game and give me a good match to work with. If you make it easy for me, then what's the point? You might as well stay home. I hope you understand me, Odin, and I hope you beat some sense into your partner this week so our match is noticed and most of all, remembered.

Now, I guess I should address my partner this week, Klayton Gunn. It's not a secret that him and I have a special... relationship. I am his bitch. I live at his house and do as he says. He owns me and every part of me. As he said so himself, he owns me from my head to my toes. That says everything. Am I angry? Am I bothered by it? Of course, I am. But at the end of the day, it is what it is. He made me his bitch, it's official, it's undisputable, it is what it is. I am going into this match without resentment. I am going into this match to win. Being Klayton's bitch will be an advantage. You know why? Because we are completely in-sync. No disputes over who does what and how to do it. He tells me what to do and I do it without question. He's my master and I obey him. That makes us an unbreakable and unshakable unit. And when a team like us faces a team like Santiago and Odin who don't even get along, it doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out which team is more likely to come out as the winners of the night. In case you're a bit slow, that means that Klayton and I are going to come out on top.

I've won for the first time in the UWA this past week since my arrival and I love that feeling. The feeling of winning. I am not going to let that go. I want to win. I want to prove myself to the world. I want Klayton to be proud of his bitch. I want to be on top of the world. My ambitions know no limits and my heart knows no bounds. I am a fucking lion in the ring and I am not going to be tamed by anybody! (Except Klayton, obviously). Mark my words, UWA, on the 3rd of October, the night will be scarred, in the unique style of Neptune, in bold - bloody - red!