"WOOO! FUCK YEA!"


In the ugly as fuck state of Oregon, we see inside the Willow Restaurant Mickey Kinkade, scrolling through his hot-pink phone with a grin from ear to ear, with his mouth being full of some delicious chicken.

"Oooooo, what happened baby?"

A woman to his right looked over, uninterested as ever by the sound in her voice as she looked over, wrapping her lips around a glass of water.

"What happened? I'll tell ya' what happened! The KINK got the recognition he deserves!"

"Ooooooo, you got a uh... uh... I dunno... what'd'ya get?"

Said the other woman to his left, who was simply texting on her phone, not looking at Mickey.

"They spelled my name right on the match card! I knew beating Chris Page's ass within an inch of his life would pay off! They might as well as get ready to induct me into the Hall of Legends!"

"Oh... that's uh... neat..."

"Yeah, woo... can we go now?"

Mickey looked to both of them with an unimpressed look on his face, reached into his pocket, and slapped two clips of dollars to each of them.

"Fuck outta here."

A look of relief came over their faces, grabbing their money and walking up to leave. As they exited the door, Mickey sighed.

"God damn hogs, that's the last time I'm paying for a woman to hangout with me."

He thought for a moment, before his thoughts were disturbed by a sudden voice.

"That sounds LAME as HELL Mickey-boy!"

Mickey snapped his head to the side, with a look of grief coming over his face, as his father stood there with a shit eating grin.

"Why the FUCK are you here? Are you following me?!"

"Duh! How do you think I met your mother?"

Next to John Kinkade was his "lovely" partner, Judy Flower, who's arms were wrapped around The First Kink, wearing a scummy grin.

"Oh, how the mighty have fallen. My mother was a saint, dad, now you're smashing this ugly bitch."

"Sticks 'n' stones!"

"I'd stone you in a heartbeat if I got the chance, skank."

Judy scoffed, with John just simply chuckiling softly, before doing a little bit of a celebration dip with his hips before walking to the table Mickey was sitting at.

"Moody, ain't we?"

Mickey held his tounge, crossing his arms as his father sat next to him, while Judy followed, taking a seat on his lap, much to the disgust of Mickey.

"We did this "motivational" talk last time you senile prick, what do you want now?"

"What, a father can't have a nice meal with his own kid? The same child who bears my legacy? The SAME child who's a product of my fat nut-sack?!"

A few patrons nearby over here with, with Mickey's scowl only worsening.

"And he means faaat~!"

"...Just get this talk over with."

"Judy, babydoll, go get us somethin' to drink why don't'cha?"

Judy obliged, giving John a kiss on the cheek as they walked off, with John leaning in a bit, holding his own chin with the palm of his hand.

"So kid, ya lost, eh?"

"Not in a legit fashion, no."

"Mhm. And who gives a fuck about if it was legit or not?"

"...Me..."

Mickey pouted, looking away at a waitress who's legs looked like jelly. Ew. He couldn't help but be reminded about how fuckin' ugly Ash Quinn was. Her face LOOKED like those jelly legs! Wrinkels and all! John scoffed, shaking his head.

"And just who cares about you, Mickey-boy? The boys? The hookers you buy? Shit, do you even care about you?"

Mickey turned his head, quickly standing up and looking down at his father, who had a toothy grin on his face.

"Of fuckin' course I do! What kind of ass-backwards question is that? I'm Mickey-Motha-Fuckin'-Kinkade, The KINK! You're some old bitch that never made it past the minor leagues who's been reduced to pestering his superstar son in hopes of getting a piece of the cheddar I'm makin'! Fuck you! Fuck your ho, and FUCK what anyone thinks of me! Not you, not Chris Page, and not that CUNT I'm facing at Warfare! I know I'm good, and I KNOW the people last week thought the same thing!"

He took a few breaths, looking tense, irritated with his father who'd routinely mock him since he was a child. John shrugged, kicking his feet up on the fancy table and stroked his beard as he let the tension die down.

"Then capitalize on that. Now you're bringin' somethin' new to the table. "

"What... the fans?"

"Ding-ding-ding. You wanna beat Chris Page's ass, don't'cha? That's one thing he'll never get, the fans to love 'em. But you? You still got it in 'ya. Never been my schtick, but hey, you're young and dumb enough for them to relate to you kiddo."

Mickey sighed, gathering his thoughts with his hands on his hips as he waggled his finger.

"Getting the fans on my side, huh? Might be a good idea. The extra pussy is a plus, but everyone loves a good vs evil story, and everyone hates BoB. How about, Mickey Kinkade... and his "KINK-A-MANIACS?! It's good shit!""

"Eh..."

"Die in a hole you old fart, I'm outta here."

With a turn of the heel, he marched out, hiding a grin of confidence on his face. In his line of sight was Judy Flower, walking with a trey of drinks in their hand, only for Mickey to SHOVE them on their keister, spilling the drinks!

"Move BITCH!"

What a gentlemen. This was only a sign of things to come against Ash Quinn as he opened the doors, with the bright sun-rays of the sun lighting up the screen before fading to black.