The great Iwobutt was still in Celebration after their victory over Inakni when they entered the NJO's room. Jay was sitting on his thrown, counting the Nike Tokens that Iwo's fight had brought in. Sam stood quietly behind him.
“That was a great fight Iwo!” Jay beemed. “We raked in a lot of dough, and solidified the NJO's reign.” Iwo grinned wildly.
“Thank Jay, that means a lot.” Iwo soaked in Jay's praise like the sun. Jay was their hero. Took them out of the loser's pit, and trained them. They owed so much to this man.
Jay stood up from his royal chair and walked over to the creature. “Iwo.” He began. “You've turned into a great fucking fighter man. The best man er... thing I've ever trained but...”
Iwo's face fell. “You're not letting me go, are you sir?”
Jay chuckles and shook his head. “Oh, no no no my dear Ewobutt.”
“Then what is it?”
Jay smirked, putting a hand on their shoulder.