Getting Ink'd [O2A]

[Jayceon Williams]

"Yooooooooooo! Frankie! Whattup dude?"

...says that nyukka Jin mothafuggin' Remmy as he pushes his way through the entrance of his favorite local tattoo parlor, Ink Assassins. He was looking to get another tattoo added to his skin. He's become somewhat of an ink addict when it comes to getting tattoos. He's been addicted to it since the first time he was tattooed. Of course, he's been getting tattoos and getting them removed here and there. It doesn't help when you're out late partying and stumbling into the tattoo parlor getting some of the most random ideas imprinted on his skin. He remembered one time he got a really screwed up image put on his skin. It was an image of the Mario villain Bowser surf boarding with sunglasses and jamming on a guitar with the words "Happy Birthday, Jay" around it. It was supposed to be a birthday present for the nyukka known around the world as Jay Crack. Not one of his brighter ideas. Got that tattoo removed the next day. One of the tattoo artists that became Jin's personal tattoo artist, Frankie, greeted his friend when he seen him enter....

Frankie: "Hey, hey, hey Jin! Hahahaha... Wait a minute.... You sober?"

"Yeah, nyukka. I'm sober. I'm sober."

Frankie nodded his head with an eyebrow cocked up. Jin wasn't stumbling about and wasn't really slurring his words. His pupils weren't dialated either. Looked like he was pretty sober. Then again, it was Jin Remmy we're talking about here. Frankie believed him though and responded...

Frankie: "Better be sober. Can't have you strolling in here every few monthes looking to get new tattoos and end up getting them removed later. Don't know how much your skin can take it with all those laser removals you've been getting."

"Don't worry nyukka. Don't worry. Hahahaha... I'm done with getting random tattoos. I'm staying away from the tattoo parlors when I'm out partying."

Frankie: "That's good. Hahahaha... You're lucky we're cool dude. Don't know what kind of fucked up shit you'd be walking out of here tatted on you."

As if Jin hadn't already done some dumb stuff like that before. Hence, the birthday present for Jay Crack. But that was early in his coming to this tattoo parlor. Before Frankie knew who Jin was and what he was about.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm addicted to the ink. Hahahaha... Looking to grab a new design."

Frankie: "Make sure it's something you're absolutely positive about."

"I will nyukka. I will. Now let's see whatcha got."

Frankie turned around and reached for a booklet of tattoo designs sitting on the table behind him. He set the booklet down in front of Jin. Nodding his head, he pointed down at the booklet and said...

"Here we are."

"Alright. Let's see now..."

Jin begins thumbing through the pages of the tattoo design booklet. Looking for something that intrigues his interest as he flipped on through. There was plenty of pretty sick looking designs in here. But he wasn't going to get one he liked simply on impulse. If he did that, he wouldn't have enough room on his skin to support all those images. He wanted something he would keep permanently. A smirk crossed his face once one design caught his eye.

"That. That right there. That's the one."



Frankie leaned forward and looked at where Jin was pointing at in the booklet. Then he nodded his head and said to him...

Frankie: "Nice choice."

"Can you make the eye and the swirls black and make the stars red? And I don't want this blue background around it. Just leave that open skin."

Frankie: "Cool with me. You know the drill."

Jin nodded his head and headed over to Frankie's station. Plopping himself down in the seat and laying back. Frankie took the tattoo design booklet and set it back on the table. Still open so that he could look at it and ink him. Frankie sat down in a stool beside the chair Jin was sitting in. Grabbing his tattoo needle gun and prepping his ink for the tattoo. Jin just laid back and relaxed. Letting his gaze float up to the ceiling as he awaiting for Frankie to start tattooing him.

[Aphrodite]

The door of the tattoo parlor pushed open, a gust of cold air blowing her hair and scent throughout the storefront. Amazing how it's capable of being picked up over the usual odor of the biker-trash that live in these places. This one, though, wasn't as bad as some others that Aphrodite wouldn't dare step into.

Once the white fur on her coat settled from the breeze, she removed her sunglasses, shivering for a moment before stepping inside. Her gold eyes met with the almost GCW Champion laid back on the chair in front of her.

She licked the front of her teeth, obvious to him, as she gently slid her hand along the glass counter.

"It was a close one there, Champ..."

She leans over the counter, balancing her smooth jaw in her chin as her eyes scanned the piercings below her...

[Jayceon Williams]

Jin Remmy raised an eyebrow as he heard a female voice addressing him. He wasn't sure at first when he heard the voice speaking. Then it kind of took a second for it to register in his brain what was said. "It was a close one there, Champ."He could only deduce that the comment was directed at him and the reference was being made to his recent match at Absolution. His gaze shifted from the ceiling over to where the voice was coming. Then a big grin grew across his face as he saw who it was. Of course, he didn't recognize the chick, but hot damn was she smoking hawt. He replied to her with...

"Hey, hey, hey there gorgeous."

He didn't really move much after that. Couldn't with Frankie getting busy with the tattoo gun. He didn't wince or even flinch at the pain. He had gotten used to it from all the tattoo work he's had done in the past. Plus, being a wrestler for GCW, you kind of develop a high tolerance for pain. It was more of just an annoying stinging to him now. Jin slowly nodded his head, trying not to move his right shoulder at all.

"Yeah. Heh, it was a close match. Damn near had the belt within my grasp but... Shit... Can't expect to have much left in the tank when you've been bleeding for pretty much the good majority of a half hour... As well as almost killing myself to just gain the victory... Didn't pan out too well though, did it?"

[Aphrodite]

"Apparently not."

She did not raise her head to listen to him while studying the jewelry beneath her.

"Apparently he just had your number."

Devilishly, she smirked as she finally regained eye contact with him. She removed her coat, allowing it to slip from her slender shoulders, revealing the tight, low-cut long-sleeve shirt underneath. A diamond pendant danced elegantly between her breasts.

"Of course... This can always be said for a pick-me-up...

But I think it can hold true, well, just this once."

She folded her arms underneath her chest, tapping a bicep with her index finger, the nail slightly indenting the fabric each tap.

"There's always next time.

Now... is the entire staff of this place gay? Or will someone PLEASE come give me a naval piercing?"

[Jayceon Williams]

Here we go. Guess someone was trying to get Jin Remmy started on a rant because of this championship match that he lost. Jin tried to remain calm in his speaking as to keep as still as possible when he spoke. He responded to the woman with his gaze raising back to the ceiling of the parlor...

"Had my number? Ha! As if... Jon Pryor can boast all he wants about being the GCW World Champion right now... Let him boast all he wants... He knows deep inside him that I took him to his limits and beyond... He was scared. He saw the fear. He saw what I was capable of. He just happened to have collapsed ontop of me in a technical pinning position when he dealt the final slam. I'm not going to say it was luck or a fluke... But he just happened to be in the right place at the right time for that match. He knows he didn't have much left when Amanda restarted the match... We were both running on empty. That's a fact. That's not even a judgement call or a theory. That's a fact. I don't care what anyone says... That nyukka Pryor knows that he was literally seconds away from having all his hopes and dreams stomped out from under him."

Frankie raised an eyebrow as he listened to the woman speak. Keeping his main focus on Jin's right arm as he applied the ink into his skin. Leaving his ears open to listen to the what the two were saying as he continued to look from Jin's arm to the tattoo design in the book. Making sure that he was doing the design EXACTLY how it looks in the book. Can't be a tattoo artist if you can't do that much. He paused for a moment as she asks for someone to help her with getting a piercing done. He raised his head and looked to the back of the parlor. Speaking loudly, Frankie says...

Frankie: "Uhhh... Yeah. Hey Tony! Can you fix this lil' lady up with a naval piercing!?"

A thin man pushes his way through a door in the back of the parlor. Tattooed from the neck down with various designs and logos and other such tattoos from what skin was visible. Pointy spiked black mohawk and dressed in all black. Your average typical tattooed skater punk type of dude. This was Tony.

Tony: "Yeah. I can hook her up with a little something something. Whatcha looking for miss?"

[Aphrodite]

"... eh..."

Aphrodite was repulsed. This guy was a mess, and he was thinking he'd get to get near her? Not a chance. Much more thrilling game was to be had.

"You're quick to jump to the excuses, Mr. Remmy... when I really didn't seek any..."

She walked away from Tony, making sure that he got a good view of what he wouldn't be going near as she did. She stepped up the steps, and rested her palms on a small ledge behind her.

"Sorry for your trouble sir..."

A half apology directed to the owner of the shop, after it was blatantly obvious she wasn't letting that guy near her.

"And as for you, since I know your name... you can call me Jill. I'm sure that the stage names stay where they belong.

I guess, why I'm prying... is that I'm rather intrigued. As far as I see it, we had two very potential World Champions, and it literally came down to the final seconds to decide who would be that man.

Just think with the extra focus, the leaps and bounds that you can achieve... something far more than any silly leather strap and gold could bring you."

[Jayceon Williams]

"Oh?"

His gaze shifted again to the direction of the woman he was talking. This Jill woman. She seemed to have some kind of interest in him. Who wouldn't? He's Jin mothafuggin' Remmy. That nyukkas all guys wish they were, and all gals wish they had. This Jill chick seemed to have some kind of interest in him. He wondered why though... Might as well find out, eh?

"And tell me something... Jill... What could be more important than the 'silly leather strap and gold' in this business? I mean... I'm not one of these championship hungry kinds of guys who feel the need to justify themselves by holding one of those championships... But the facts are the facts... If you don't have a belt around your waist, people don't consider you to be anything special. I figured I'd change that if I had the GCW World Championship. Get some kind of recognition around there. But hey... You got me here... You got my interest... So tell me Jill..."

His gaze looked down at the tattoo work Frankie was doing. Just about half way being done with just the outlines. Jin looked back up to the ceiling, and continued..

"With extra focus and all that jazz you said... What kinds of leaps and bounds are you talking about...? Aside from the championship, the bragging rights, and the glory..."

[Aphrodite]

"Take a look at some of those around you that you've been in their shadows.

I don't have to say their names at all, but I know that you've spoken of them as an "Upper Tier." Ones that you can brag that you've beaten, yet their name remains on the tips of tongues as the "top guys." Even your opponent doesn't need that belt that he currently has for any other reason than for himself.

They have status."

A power-hungry woman like Aphrodite knows this all too well. She's stepped into the same situations despite never achieving them herself. She stood from her leaning post, folding her arms.

"The ultimate bargaining chip.

The place in history.

Why else do you think Pryor was brought in after faking his death? Sylas Styles brought in for an exclusive contract and taking no apparent backstage backlash for trying to resurrect the VWE on GCW grounds? Brent Starr still being called a top guy despite never winning a GCW Championship?

Untouchable names... not like the previous champions that you, your opponent, and even the CEO of the company have even run into the ground, trying to gain "prestige" for a worthless accessory..."

[Jayceon Williams]

Jin scoffed at the thought of these names and their so-called 'status' in this business.

"The Top Tier guys... Or as I like to call them... The Pedestal People... They get all the perks. They get all the hype. They get everyone talking. Problem is... They're nothing special. Anyone can do it. Anyone can do what they do. I've proven that myself. Can't say I've gotten the recognition I've deserved for it either. Even though I do got some mighty big shoes to fill... Take a look a couple of those I know personally. Tha Infamous 187... Often considered one of the baddest nyukkas on the planet. He's managed to make a name for himself. Even to this very day, he's up there ranked among Brent Starr, Sylas Styles, and Jon Pryor. Then you've got another one of my friends... You got Jay Crack. A man that people consider a godsend to the wrestling business. No surprise why he's obtained the name "The Messiah." Damn near single handed resurrected a company up in Canada by himself. That's a feat that doesn't come around too often."

He shakes his head. Pausing for a brief moment. A quick glance down at Frankie. Watching put some finishing touches on the outlines of his new ink. Then his gaze returned to the ceiling once again, and Jin continued to speak to Jill...

"Then you've got me here... Busting my ass day in and day out... Constantly hit with misfortune time and time again. From being abandoned by tag team partners, chasing nyukkas down to get some consistency in opponents, and forever dropping the ball when opportunity knocks at my door... I may be just a rookie... I may have only stepped foot in the business early last year... But I've put a hell of a lot of work in this business only to get shafted time and time again... Yet... You see nyukkas like Brent Starr, Sylas Styles, and Jon Pryor... All they have to do is make an appearance... And people get giddy and talking... Don't know what makes them so special. Sure. They've been here longer. They've made their history. But they're treated as if they're some kind of GAWDs in this business...Can't blame me for wanting to expose the man behind the curtain, now can you...?"

[Aphrodite]

"No, I can't.

And I can always encourage it... But think of this..."

He seems to be falling right where Aphrodite wants him to. The looks got her in the door, now this is where her mind begins to take over. Perhaps playing a little... "devil's advocate?"

"How much of that can you do before you become just like them? Placed on your own pedestal? Sure, they've put in the same amount of work, they've struggled each and every one of them just as you are. But the fact that they are there, and you are not, and nipping away at their heels determines its a job well done by them.

You speak of these misfortunes as if they're a derailment... but what makes you think that you're any different? They're gone, and you're still here, and you're becoming more and more looked at as "A top guy."

You're climbing your own pedestal... and I think with a little more focus...

Your's can be higher."

[Jayceon Williams]

"Higher than the likes of the Top Tier?"

Jin didn't really think that was even possible. Maybe ranked along side with the 'Legends' and the Top Tier, once he's paid his dues and slapped a couple of those championships for good measure under his belt. But to be bigger? Hell, sounds appealing. Put those nyukkas right in their place and show the world that anyone can climb the ladder to success. Instead of being stuck on the bottom step, barely scraping by.

"And with just a little more focus, huh? You know... It's easier said than done. I'm trying out there and I'm going to keep on trying until the name Jin mothafuggin' Remmy pops up on a global scale. Not going to be a single person on this planet who won't know who I am. Sure. On the outside... It might look like I'm just the same as the guys that I despise. But there is one big difference between me and them. That is obsession versus determination. For example? Let's take a look at my previous opponent. Our current GCW World Champion... Jon Pryor... That? That is obsession. He can't breath, eat, or sleep knowing that he doesn't have a championship belt around his waist. It kills him to not be the champion. He can relax now, the withdrawls are gone. He's got what he's wanted. Then there's myself... I'm the other end of the spectrum. I'm the determination. I'm bound and determined to take that number one spot. I do not obsess over it, I'm going to make it mine. One way... Or another... It starts with that GCW World Championship... And you seem to think that I can achieve my goal with a little more focus, huh?"

[Aphrodite]

"Oh, you have much work to do.

Including acceptance. A determination for the top spot... shouldn't that be classified under a... obsession?

You're apparently obsess-termined to make sure not a soul on this entire planet can not not know who you are...

But, on top of all of that.

You have to make them all, each and every one of them talk. Look into their history. Take a look at what each of them has done that doesn't include a shiny belt under their name. Didn't one of them take over a company and drive it into the ground while treating it as his and his wife's own playground? What about the other one that took a brutal fight straight to the CEO's of another company, after running down entire rosters, then beating them at their own game with an impressive win-streak? Or carrying a promotion on their back, as even one of your friends has done?

It's those things... It's not just the mantra of being "The Champion," or a top guy. It's being a defining guy... something that you can be without an accessory."

[Jayceon Williams]

"Well... "

Was Jin becoming like them? Was he becoming an obsessed man hellbent on getting to the top? His gaze fell back onto Frankie's handy work again. Watching the tattoo artist proceed to wipe up the blood from Jin's arm. Cleaning and clearing it, so that he can proceed with coloring in the designs. Jin then looked over at where Jill was at and said...

"I guess you got me there, Jill. I guess you got me there. Can't say that I've managed to complete any kind of feats like that since I've gotten here. Those types of things tacked into your history would trump any championship reign, no matter how big it may be. Heh... Can not say that I've managed to do something of that magnitude in this business... Not yet anyways."

His gaze returned to the ceiling again. Taking a breath and slowly exhaling.

"Well then Jill... Tell me something... Since you seem to have all the answers.... Since you seem to know everything that there is to know about being on top of the world... Tell me something, Jill... What do you think I should do? You talk about this and that. You tell me I need more focus. So tell me what you think I should do?"

[Aphrodite]

"Make GCW recognize you as a household name. Why else do you think it took companies closing down to bring the big names to Amanda Wallace's attention? They were franchise players for a federation past. You need to be the franchise name of federation-current.

Do what they did, and what they didn't. You have to follow in their footsteps, then push them out of the way when you catch up.

Take the company on your shoulders and run with it.

Make an impact in all aspects of the federation.

Gain ultimate power..."

She could feel him in the palm of her hand.

"And I... can guide you."

[Jayceon Williams]

Jin cocked an eyebrow in confusion.

"Hmm... You...? Guide me...?"

For a moment, Jin remained silent. Thinking this proposal over in his mind for a helping hand in this. Could he trust her? Could she really hold up her end as being a 'guiding light' for him? Or will she just leave him high and dry when the going gets tough? Decisions, decisions... On one hand, Jin didn't know who the hell this Jill chick was and he didn't know what it was about him that intrigued her so. She could just as easily slide next to the current GCW World Champion and bypass all the work it'd take to get them to the top. Then again... On the other hand, this Jill chick seemed to know what she was talking about. She seemed knowledgeable about things that have passed. Could she really aid Jin in his quest for the number one spot? His gaze fell down to his right shoulder once again. Watching as Frankie was filling in a star with the red ink he dipped his tattoo gun in. What to do? What to do? A smirk began to form on his face. Perhaps he could make use of this Jill chick. If things don't seem to flow too well, he could always boot her ass to the curb. If things actually turn out for the better, then it's been a good business deal on his end. He looked back to Jill's direction and responded finally..

"Well Jill... You want to guide me to the top? Alright. Fine by me. Consider it a deal. Let's see what you've got to offer then. "