17. RU1N-116 – Sihn
CHAPTER 17
RU1N-116
SIHN
I’m sitting at the local bar called Valley Sportsman Club. It’s the last black spot in town. It’s rundown and nearly always empty, aside from the regulars. I’d never find a chick in a place like this, but that’s not why I’m here on a Sunday night. I’m here because I didn’t want to drink alone at home and keep talking myself out of messaging Mar, so I’m here waiting for Ruin to stop in and have a beer.
I slip from my stool and head to the bathroom for a piss. While in there I contemplate taking a selfie and sending it to Mar, but I don’t—chicks like when men send pictures of their face and not just their manhood. No woman wants a picture of a man in the shitter.
When I emerge, Ruin is seated at the bar next to my usual spot. The bar is empty aside from us, the bartender, and one guy everyone refers to as Casualty Cam. The man leaves a disaster everywhere he goes. I’m surprised they let him back in here after the owner escorted him out the last time for being handsy with the male bartender by grabbing his ass.
The bartender, Ricky, places a fresh beer in front of me as I take the stool next to Ruin.
Ruin nods as he knocks back his beer. “How’s it going?” I ask him.
“It’s ’ight. I got a match at midnight against some twelve-year-old, I’m looking forward to making that little shit look like the little shit he is.” He signals for another one to Ricky before he asks, “Man, how’d you luck into a girl like her?”
I knew this would come sooner or later. She is a fucking dream girl if I’ve ever known one. Not bad to look at and up for the crazy shit I’m into. “I’ve been asking myself the same thing.”
“Is she still talking to you after what we did? ’Cause, dude, fuck, it’s the only thing that has gotten me hard all week. Not porn. Not conversations with gorgeous women. Just thinking about how confident she was touching herself.”
“I should be pissed that you’re thinking of my girl while you get your rocks off, but I get it. And I haven’t heard from her, but I haven’t reached out either. Don’t want to mess with a good thing.”
“Well, I obviously have no right to give any kind of relationship advice as I haven’t had a long-lasting one or even a healthy one, but I don’t think she’s the type you ignore.”
“I’m sure you’re right. If I don’t hear from her tonight, I’ll reach out. I am in over my head with this chick, man. I have never wanted to have a relationship with someone as much as I do with her.”
We sit and drink two more beers between us before Ruin says, “I have a stupid industry meetup coming up against BachelorOne and I am not looking forward to that. He’s not lost a battle in such a long time.”
“Neither have you, right?” Even though Ruin is only in his mid-twenties, he’s top-notch in the gaming world. Especially at playing Ass Kickers 3.
“No, I haven’t, but I’ve been very particular about the matches I choose and only accept ones I know I’ll win for sure.” He begins chewing on the skin around his right thumb.
“And you’re unsure about this gamer?”
He removes the thumb from his teeth and begins picking at the loose skin. “He’s your age. He’s been in the gaming world longer than me. He’s decent.”
“Unlike the twelve-year-old.”
“Yes, unlike the twelve-year-old which I could take out in minutes, but I won’t because it’s more entertaining to watch them think they’ve got a fight in it.”
“It’s sort of like when I give my opponent a chance to hit me; I could very easily keep them from laying a hand on me, but then the crowd would be bored. Gotta give them the show they paid for.”
“Speaking of paid for, I don’t know if I told you or not, but I’m currently working with a manufacturer about making a sex torso of me.”
“It’s not enough that a dildo of your dick is out there, now you need a fucking torso?” I laugh.
He laughs too. “A lot of my money is made from internet content from sending fans to my website for exclusive content, but dude, it’s easier to sell those fake dicks than it is to put the time into individual videos and shots.”
“I believe you.” If he wasn’t my best friend, I’d think he was blowing smoke about the money he makes from his body. Apparently, there are a lot of straight men who will pay for it and some plus-sized women. I know it would decrease his income, but I wish I could tell those women that there are men out there who would gladly send them stuff and praise them for free because they get off on pleasing a woman.
“The torso will sell for more and my body will age, but the molds won’t.”
“You know, I’d probably pay for a mold of Mar’s pussy, mouth, and even space between her legs when she crosses them. I wanna fuck that spot so bad.”
“Dude, tell her that. She’d be down, I can tell.”
My dick twitches in my shorts. “We have got to change the subject before I run back to the restroom and send an unsolicited dick pic to Mar.”
His mouth pulls in a smile around the rim of his beer. “What’s going on with you at POW!?”
“I want to be on TV. Colonel says we need 500 pay-per-view buys to make a profit. The audience pays to see what they want to see. Professional wrestling was strictly live events thirty years ago, but nowadays people are reclusive. They still like to be entertained, they just prefer it from the convenience of their couch, but it’s a dying entertainment.”
“You just gotta market that shit, man. Market yourself.”
He says it like it’s so easy. “I have no clue where to start.”
“Start by making some fucking social media accounts. Talk about being a recluse. You’re not active online, yet you just said that’s where your fan base is.”
“I’ll think about it.”
“I think you should. You should also think about making some public appearances as The Sihnner.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, it could potentially bring in new fans to watch online or in person.”
Maybe I can talk up my match if I go to Ruin’s event.