Friendship Ruined (RP)

[Troy Miller]

Just a few more...I can make it...1...2...3...4...5...don't give out on me now...keep going....6...7...8...9...10...ugh! Keep pushing yourself don't give up now...ten more...11...12...13...14...15...I can't do it...but I have to! 16...17...18...19...20! 100!

His arms gave out as Troy fell to the floor, his sweaty chest hitting the floor. He just finished his exercise after his sparring session with Ricky, his training partner and rival in the Leave N' Bleed Fight Club.

He stood, barely, and made his way slowly to the showering room and took the hottest shower of his life. After he was clean and refreshed, Troy got out of the shower Troy walked back to the locker room to grab his gym bag.

The door was open, which was weird, because Troy thought Ricky left right after their session. Ricky was sitting on the bench with his arms crosses, an ugly grimace on his face. Something was definitely wrong.

"Is it true?" Ricky simply asked, his blue eyes which were usually covered by his blonde locks (which were underneath a Celtics hat) were fixed on Troy.

"Is what true brah?" Troy asked, he walked over and grabbed his bag.

"Anthony just told me you were leaving for the IMMAF if you get accepted, how could you do that to me?" Ricky asked Troy, he stood up and stood chest to chest with Troy.

"You promised me a title fight, you promised we would run this place once Kenny retired. You fucked me over Troy!"

"I'm sorry..." Troy said, looking down, "It wasn't an easy choice brah, you don't understand how hard of a choice it was. Leave N' Bleed is barely on the radar. Fuck I'm the top dawg in this organization. I'm practically untouchable, and your my only competition. Why don't you send in an application too?"

"Fuck that, when I pledge my loyalty to something, I'm going to remain loyal you fucking traitor. I should hurt you right now." Ricky said, making a fist with his right hand.

"Chill brah, think about it this way, with me only fighting for that Federation, that leaves room for you to be the Champion here." Troy stated. "You can own the Octagon in this league. And I'll still train at the Leave 'N Bleed Camp."

"Fuck you, I will never train with you again if you pull this shit." Ricky said, shoving Troy back a few steps.

"Ricky what the fuck is your deal? I'm trying to further my career. You don't understand."

"What don't I fucking understand?!" Ricky asked angrily.

"Being the best fighter in LnBFC doesn't mean shit, my undefeated record here of 23-0, doesn't mean shit, I've been fighting since the age of 18 and that means shit. You and I are the only fighters worthy of praise here, fuck Anthony, fuck Andy, fuck Shawn, fuck Jimmy, being the top dawg means shit when there are no other dogs willing to rattle your cage. Going to IMMAF gives me the opportunity to fight against some of the best fighters in the world, and none of them give a shit about Troy Miller right now, they probably have never heard of me, but if I get the job and I showcase my skills to them all, and make a name for myself, and our camp...and hopefully become champion. Do you know who helped me make it that far brah."

He points to Ricky and grins, "You did brah, now please chill...I'll get you and application...You can be right besides me in the IMMAf."

"No." Ricky said, shoving Troy as he walked out of the room like a gray storm cloud.
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Troy punched the nearest locker and cursed under his breath. It would have been easier if Ricky wasn't so hot-headed, but Troy realized that in life you have to make hard choices that might hurt those around you. But those choices will ascend you further to the top.

He put his Chargers hat on backwards, the San Diego native put on a pair of aviator sunglasses and grabbed his gym bag. He walked out of the locker room for possibly his last time as a Leave 'N Bleed Fight Club fighter...

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Opening the door to his car, a yellow Jeep Cherokee and drove off to his apartment to check if he had mail from IMMAF about him being accepted or not. Troy could only wish that he got accepted. Because if not, he would have to crawl back to Kenny on his knees and beg for his job back. He would have to crawl back to Ricky on his knees and beg for his friendship back...

[Stern]

Urijah Faber is already used as a pic base here. Good story though, keep it up.

[Troy Miller]

Is he really, it didn't say he was in the list of people...I'll change, thanks for the warning!

[Stern]

There are a few different lists, but I don't believe any are updated.

[Jason Arsenault]

Yeah I already have him locked up, I put down that I"m using him somewhere.

[Tystick357]

((I sent him a PM when he joined that I believed someone was already using Urijah Faber, he must not have read it. And yeah . . . since I went to school full time most of the lists are not up to date.

Great story/RP though! Images are simply changed, no big deal there.))

[Troy Miller]

"Get in the car so we can talk, Ricky." Troy said, driving his black s.u.v. slowly next to the guy with long blonde hair who was holding a skateboard.

"I'm not getting in your vehicle Judas, get the fuck out of my sight." Ricky said aggressively, walking faster. Troy sped up a bit.

"Your over reacting about this entire thing, I'm beginning to think it's jealousy." Troy said, not thinking about what he said, but saying it anyway.

Ricky tensed up and stopped walking. In one quick motion he chucked his skateboard at the S.U.V. It smacked against the driver's side door and fell to the ground.

"I'm willing to forget that considering your my friend, if you come inside and talk with me..."

"Or what? WHAT HAPPENS IF YOU DON'T FORGET IT?!?!"

He stepped on the brakes and put his vehicle in park. His left hand opened the door while his right pulled the key out of the ignition. He slid the keys into his pocket and walked up to Ricky who was already facing him, fists clenched.

"I'm not sure what the hell is going through your skull bro, but I'm getting sick of you acting like a stupid child. Your either going to talk to me like a man would or pay for hitting my car."

"How am I going to pay?" Ricky said, spitting on Troy's shoes. He looked up and grinned. Troy cracked his knuckles.

"How are you going to pay....hmm....since I have always been the better fighter brah I could start with kicking your ass right here...but since I have self-control, I'll give you what you always wanted--"

"Oh yeah?"

"An unsanctioned, 3 round fight. At the party this Friday...if your man enough bro...I'm fighting for you to listen to me and respect me and if you win I'll hand you my title and leave, you wont see my face again. Is that cool with you bro?" Troy finished.

"Start packing your bags bitch." Ricky said, he shouldered Troy as he walked by and grabbed his skateboard. "Judas!"

Troy watched Ricky skate away and then looked at the dent/scratch he made with his skateboard on his 2007 Chevy Tahoe. He didn't want their friendship and partnership come to this, but Ricky was being ridiculous and needed to be taught a good lesson in the Octagon...and Troy would be the teacher.