I felt like I had been sitting in the waiting room at Grace Hospital in Cleveland for hours, when the doctor finally came to give me the news.
"
Well the good news, there is no permanent damage...."
That news alone was a major weight off. Knowing Matt wouldn't have to go through what I had just a few months ago, it made me feel better about the future.
"
......that said, his next few weeks aren't going to feel too good. He has multiple bruises along the vertebrae and coccyx. He will need to be out of the ring for a few weeks, but light exercise will help the healing process."
I stood and shook hands with the doctor and thanked him before I went in to visit Matt.
I walked inside and pulled a chair over to the bed next to Matt.
"
Doc said you bruised your cock. He said a normal man would be laid up for weeks but since your's is so small, you are good to go."
Matt flipped me off and rolled over. I sat in the chair and propped my feet on a nearby table to catch some z's. Matt would still here for another day and I knew I would have to lug him around until we got back home.
A FEW DAYS LATER
I walked into Kick Ass Academia and walked over to where Matt was clearing a space on the wall.
"
You gonna put that X-Ray of your ass up here? You know the one, where you have all that poop inside you?"
"
Well this was going to be a surprise for when you win that Elite Openweight Championship. Now I think I will post up those dick pics you accidentally text me last week."
Yeah.....totally an accident. I mean, why would I send Matt Tastic, the man I had spent the better part of the last three years with on the road, pictures of my penis?
I just shrugged at him, before walking to the far end of the room.
"
I mean if you wanna scare all the recruits out of here knowing they gotta step into the ring with an actual anaconda, then go ahead."
Matt shook his head before he used his cane to point where he wanted the posters he removed to go.
I had been low key wishing that he would take his cane and fight his grandpa with it. I was tired of them smacking me around with the damn things. It almost made me wish when I was rehabbing from my own back injury that I was down here so we could make it a menage a trois sword fight.
I called the students over to the media room where I had a presentation set up. I gave them a couple of minutes to file in and take a seat before I started the lecture.
"
Okay class, today we are going to be reviewing some film from the last Meltdown before we get to the topic of the lecture."
I hit play on the video queued up on the laptop.
Tastic runs at Stormrage.
Instead of attacking his partner, he passes and jumps for the Tope Atomico as Kagura and Mussel have stood up. Both, however, move out the way and Tastic lands awkwardly on the outside. He looks in great pain and Katie Shepard immediately calls for an EMT. Kagura and Mussel enter the ring.
The students all had somber looks on their faces.
"
Don't worry, his cock broke his fall."
The next scene began to play, but it was set to that Sarah McLachlan song they play in all those abused animal commercials.
Rather than going for the pin, however, Stormrage begins to climb the turnbuckle. The camera cuts to show Eve Taylor has left the commentary booth and she's made her way behind Stormrage. She pushes him off the top rope. Mussel is able to move out of the way.
"
As you can see, Matt and I both went for a high risk move. Both of us are here today, with nothing to show for it. So that brings me to the topic of today's lecture."
I brought the lights up and tapped on the blackboard behind me.
"NO!"
"FLIPPY!"
"SHIT!"
The students, many of whom were much smaller than me and relied on high risk maneuvers, looked at me with quizzical looks. A hand quickly shot up. It was Pablo Ayala, one of our star pupils.
"
But Mikey, does this apply to everyone? I mean, no disrespect, but some of us really rely on those to aerial moves."
Before I could speak, a voice from the back spoke up. I could tell from the condescending tone it was Ozzie, our resident dick hole student.
"
Well maybe if you can't wrestle without them, you should quit."
Fuck I hated his voice.
"
Look, obviously this doesn't apply to everyone, but my point is.....well actually I forget what my point was. Since I called you all in here, I guess I will go ahead and announce that we are currently trying to bring a WZCW Hall of Famer in here in a few days to give a guest lecture on the art of the promo."
"
Is it Austin Reynolds? He used to have his own talk show."
"
Yes he did, but it did not spike ratings like he claimed. Mr Excitement my ass. More like Mr. Drying Paint. Besides, I said Hall of Famer. And before you ask, no it isn't Showtime. Last I heard he was running some radical right wing podcast in Canada."
The students all looked confused.
"
I'm actually talking about Titus. I left a message with his agent yesterday and I'm hoping to hear from him today. Before you all head to your individual workouts, does anyone have any questions?"
A few hands went up. I pointed to the first one.
"
Why are you bringing in Titus when he is your opponent? Does that seem smart?"
"
I've been asking him that since his first date with Eve Taylor!"
Matt's voice came shouting from outside the room.
"
Or, is it the smartest thing possible? By bringing Titus here, he will be distracted and I can learn all his secrets. That is why I'm teaching you all. I'm over here playing four d chess. Next question."
Most of the hands went down, but one in particular stayed up. It was the tattooed arm of Katherine King, our lone full time female student and someone who I seemed to lose my nerve around. It was weird, it wasn't uncommon for me to fall after a date or two, provided I actually got that far. With Katherine it was a first sight type deal. The type of shit you only see in bad movies or poorly written romance models that also serve as *********ion material for middle aged housewives and lonely teenage girls. I tried to speak, but I could only point to her.
"
Mikey, you have a unique history of getting into the mind of your opponent. Callie surely won't play her entire hand on Ascension, so how do you plan on prepping for her at the pay per view? Are you going to try to get a date with her like all your other female opponents?"
Damn, that was a good idea, but she was right. Anytime a female opponent came up, I either tried to fuck them or would just sit around jerking it to her pictures all day. I just sort of stumbled over my words as I tried to think of a legitimate strategy, one that didn't just involve treating female opponents as sex objects.
I tried to gesture with my hands a bit, but no words came out. I took my phone from my pocket and decided to "take" a phone call from Titus.
I went out to my car and called the number of Titus' agent, James Montana. I spent the better part of an hour on hold before I decided to go back inside. Matt was sitting, eating some lunch, so I pulled up a seat next to him.
"
You still trying to get Titus down here?"
"
Yeah, I really think he could teach us all a lot."
"
He kicked me in the dick."
"
I mean yeah, but I jumped off a ladder onto you at Kingdom Come."
"
But you never kicked my dick."
"
Just get over it. Titus can be a great teacher. I mean, he has probably played a teacher on the big screen, and that's as real as it gets."
"
Just don't try to have sex with Titus like every other opponent you invite out the week of your match."
"
Are you implying that Titus is a homosexual? I take offense to that man dude. Titus probably has to beat chicks off with a stick."
"
I'll beat you off....."
"
Hello?"
Montana's voice came over my phone.
"
Oh, hello Mr. Montana. This is Mikey Stormrage. I've been trying to get in touch with Titus since yesterday. I was wondering if he would be available to come to our school to teach the students a few pointers on promos and getting into the head of opponents?"
I could hear laughter.
"
You want my client to do what?"
"
I want Titus to fly to Puerto Rico and give a guest lecture at Kick Ass Academia."
I could hear more laughter, this time coming from multiple people.
"
I'm sorry, but Titus is booked full for the next week. Maybe next time."
With that, James Montana hung up. I slipped my phone back into my pocket and let out a very audible sigh.
"
So now what are you gonna do?"
"
Get drunk and pleasure myself to pictures of Callie Clark. How the hell else am I supposed to prep for this match? Get high while cosplaying and pretend the cosplay world is real? Have a disco dance party? Grow up Matthew!"