AF35: Ricky Runn vs. Matt Tastic
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It's a nice warm but dark evening in Rio De Janeiro, Brazil. As WZCW continues it's trek across the Southamerican region, the WZCW Superstars stop in for a rest. The Eurasian Champion, Matt Tastic is seen swinging on a hammock at the hotel room balcony. His hat covers his face as thoughts run through his head. The vacant World title. The Elite's offer. Even Ricky Runn verbally attacking Mikey is going through him.
I really wonder. For someone so successful to just lash out like that. Why exactly? And The Elite. Their offer. Should I join them? I'd like to think I can become more successful. But would it be the rig-
*Knock Knock*
And the World title. Vacant. Now I'm th-
*Knock Knock Knock Knock*
WHO THE FUCK IS THAT?!
Matt goes to answer the door in a huff carefully draping his title over his shoulder before going to the door. He opens the door to the sight of two cops and a familiar face between them smiling and waving gleefully at Matt. He holds a bag of Taco Bell with him.
Mikey?! What the fuck?!
I told them you spoke Spanish.
Matt stares at the officers for a bit before giving Mikey a dull one.
Mikey, Portuguese is what they speak here.
I thought it was Brazilian.
......There's no such thing.
.oh. Live Mas?
=============4 hours later===============
Mikey sits on the couch playing games on the TV as Matt paces the room running deep in thought.
Mikey, how the hell are you so calm right now after what Ricky said to you?
Mikey just ignores him and keeps playing.
Mikey? MIKEY!
Mikey pauses his game and drops the controller before sighing loudly.
Well I'm still kinda drunk. And truth be told, I don't care.
Yeah. I'm sure that's why you were parading town drunk in a USA jersey asking for Taco Bell and of course screaming Live Mas! at everyone. Stop lying. I can see it's bugging you. But why are you letting that get to you?
I don't know. Maybe he's right. I guess I feel bad for ditching him.
I take it you also feel bad that he beat us out in the Gold Rush Tournament, won the World title, won Hell In A Cell and scored the most desired woman in WZCW. Misery is indeed you, Mikey.
Does that excuse how I treated him?
You welcomed him and he screwed up. Not as badly as Derek, but he screwed up. He got back on his feet. What the hell was he expecting you to do? Hold his hand the whole way? He's jealous, Mikey. I can't pin it, but clearly something is making him jealous of you.
Of what? He's the one who won the World title. He's the one who got the girl. What did I get?
Matt grabs the Taco Bell bag and opens it.
2 Challupas and loads of mild sauce packets, apparently.
See?
And friends.
That's what I don't get. He has Becky Serra.
And Hollywood Jameson. And Joe West. And Donny J. Those are groupies. And it's probably what Becky is too. Ricky is hollow inside, Mikey. And he see's that you have what you're missing.
OK. Fine. Maybe you're right. But what about you and The Elite?
Matt throws the bag on the counter and defensively responds.
What about me and The Elite?
You can't possibly be considering to join them.
Maybe I am. What would be the problem with that?
What'd you mean what would be the problem? They're corrupt, controlling and... Well, evil! How could you even think to trust them when they're clearly after the title?
And what if with their help, I win Lethal Lottery and World title? In my home? In front of my friends and family? Did that occur to you, Mikey? Maybe I want to make a memorable moment for them?
Am I not your friend, Matt? Because I'm not too approving of what you wanna do.
Matt simply lowers his head and hesitates to answer. After a brief silence, he nods yes to the question. The silence remains for several seconds as tension builds in the room. Suddenly, something is said that deflates the tension completely.
What the hell does Ricky have over Becky anyway? It can't be his charming personality.
Why wouldn't it be? Maybe Becky likes toilet paper? I mean, there's something she sees past the stupid shuttershades.
The stupid clothes.
Maybe they both sleep with the Swag Pack.
EUGH! Oh God!
Come on. Becky jumps from man to man like Mario jumps from Goomba to Goomba. Maybe she settled to have a bunch at hand.
That's a lot of stomping.
Figures. They only score en mass after all.
Both laugh out loud for a good while as more harsh jokes are cracked about Becky. Both eventually stop and ponder before speaking more seriously.
I don't think you should trust Showtime, Matt. He's not what he used to be.
I'll keep my eye out. And you can't let Ricky get to you.
Live Mas.
Live Mas.
=====================Backstage====================
The scenes fades and re-opens backstage. Matt stands by the Aftershock interview set with his phone as he speaks.
Right, granpa. Make sure everything is on board the boat before you head over here. They'll be sure to hold on to it until we're ready to sail off in the evening. Huh? 2 am is when we leave. So right after the show ends, we head right back to the dock. Oh! I gotta go. Interview time. OK. Bye.
As Matt hangs up, he perks himself up and Stacey Madison enters the scene with a dull look in her face. She's not too thrilled and Matt notices.
What's wrong?
Nothing that concerns you.
I thought Becky was gonna interview me.
Well for obvious reasons she can't.
Oh.... Aftershock GM, huh?
....yes.........
Boyfriend, huh?
SHUT UP!
Hey, I'm sorry! At least I didn't confuse you with her.
How can you not tell us apart?!
Well, the beauty blinds me. But now Becky has a moron next to her, so I snap out of my hormone induced trance.
Stacey looks to be livid and turns around expressing her anger.
How can that skank find a man and a promotion while I'm still here holding microphones? I'm the smart one! I should've gotten the spot.
There, there now. You're beautiful. And strong willed. Maybe the reason you don't have a boyfriend, is because everyone's a wimp and too afraid of you. They're not worthy.
I still hate being alone. I don't like it.
Matt hears this and something goes off on his head. And his pants. He pulls them up slightly and approaches Stacey. He places his arm around her shoulder and leans his head to her ear.
If you want, maybe sometime I can take to you try out some Latino Heat.
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Huh?
The scene fades to black a bit before it returns. Same place with Stacey standing with the mic at hand. Matt's on the ground.
Hello, this is Stacey Madison reporting for WZCW Aftershock.
It was the name of a restaurant. I swear......
At Aftershock, my guest at this time, the Eurasian Champion, will face the former World Heavyweight Champion, Ricky Runn. get up. Matt, are you concerned by the fact that you'll be facing Ricky Runn in the main event of the show his (grits teeth) girlfriend.... runs?
Stacey, I am not concerned. At all. You see, you can take a piece of turn and paint it gold. It would not take away the stench and would not change the fact that it is excrement. That's the case with Ricky Runn. It seems that after his bout of bad luck, losing matches, running over pretty ladies, he managed to get good luck. And damn good it was. Because that's the only logical explanation for a bumbling goofball like him to become World Champion or score a beautiful lady like Becky. Not that she's as beautiful as you though.
Points for trying, but no dice, loverboy. What if she uses her status to change the rules of the match and put your title on the line?
She'll be too distracted, Stacey. She may be Ricky Runn's new squeeze. But that just means she's got an entire swag-pack to feed. Lets just say the goal posts at the World Cup aren't the only things having balls kicked in.
Pffftt.... Hahahahaha. That's funny. But now I have to ask about a different subject. The Elite. They've offered you a spot. Will you be joining them?
Ahhhhhh.... Now what did they tell me to say here.......? I.... Did not..... Inhale.
What? Just answer the question. Yes or no.
Stacey, I will answer my question....... Some other time. You see, I still need to think this through. As tempting as it sounds, I am dealing with people who clearly want what I possess. And I'm not talking about my dashing good looks. They want all the gold and that includes the Eurasian title I currently possess. If I'm going to truly join them, I need to be certain that I get just as much out of the deal.
And what do you want from them?
I want it all, Stacey. I wanna be the main event. And I don't care what hoops I need to jump, what obstacles I have to pass, I want that spot. I want to see what it's like for the first time. When it's all said and done, yes or no, it all depends on that. Now as far as Ricky and him getting title shot, boy you can have all the swag you want. But you aren't Badass enough to match up to me. I don't deal with idiots who wear their pants below their ass, shutters in their faces and listen to Little Wayne mangle the English language.
It's Li'l Wayne.
No, it's pronounced Little. Just like what Runn is. A little, lucky jackass that will get Kickassery Delivered this coming Aftershock. Stacey, it's been a pleasure to be graced by your beauty. But I think me and my Latino Heat are done here.
Matt starts to walk off before Stacey asks.
I thought you said it was a restaurant.
Matt slyly returns and with a twisted eyebrow. And mind, he replies.
It is. Wanna I see the menu?
NO!
The screen fades to black.
OUCH!!
And we hear a loud thud.
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