AS 108 - Matt Tastic & Mikey Stormrage versus Garth Black
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Vol. 1 Chapter 6:
PROMESA
PROMESA
What has happened to the world? Lower class. Middle class. Upper class. Politics. Control. Lies. Manipulation. Corruption. Greed. Matt Tastic continues his trek across his home attempting to uncover the bizarre truths hidden under his home. Rotting the island to it's core, destroying it's economy. Twisting the morality. All this and Matt STILL must battle for the World Heavyweight Championship. It's a world of conjoined priorities.
Matt must also deal with the issues of his best friend. The World Heavyweight Champion, Mikey Stormrage. Who last week accidentally hit him over the head. The battles between the two against the invader, Garth Black, has driven a massive wedge between Live Mas as the two have different opinions about dealing with the third wheel.
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Following Matt's skirmish at City Hall and the match at Ascension with Garth Black, Matt returns to the island to finish his task. No more distraccions, he hops on a jeep and heads out to his grandparents. Its the dead of night as time just didn't allow Matt to do this during the day.
As he travels the oddly empty highway, he see notices something at the end of a drop just about to reach his exit. A roadblock with several blakc cars and SUV's blocking his path. Matt stops before going down, having a very large distance. He looks on from the jeep, wondering what to do now. He notices several bodies dismounting and beginning to make their move. Matt, realizing he's clearly walked into a trap, he turns the jeep to the side and gets into a side of bushes. He takes a pipe and hides as the group makes its way towards him. As he hides though he gets a phonecall. He looks at it and answers.
Matt: .....hello? ....... MIKEY!!?! ...shit... Sorry. Listen, man. This isn't the best time. I'm really busy. Handicap match. Yeah, I know. I.... It's..... Well then I suppose I should cooperate. I gotta go. I gotta go!
Matt hangs up the phone, realizing the group was getting close. Sensing his opportunity he makes his way through the bushes. The group of large, tough men not spotting him. Matt manages to make the trek toward the bridge at the exit. He steps but as soon as he does, he's met with a familiar face. The woman in the suit stands across him again. Matt man's his pipe in self defense as he's looked at with arms crossed.
Woman:I find it quite amazing that it's taken you over a month to cross 12 miles to your grandparents' old house. That's pretty careless of you, Mr. Tastic.
Matt: Who are you and why exactly is that place so interesting to you?
Woman: It's just a place to keep an eye on you, Matt. Our goals are strictly economic. And people with economic power are liabilities to us. Especially nowadays.
Matt: Who exactly is "us"? Who is the 8th Security?
Woman: I'll humor you. I think it's about time you see what you're up against. Not just in WZCW.
Matt: ........
Woman: Yeah. We follow you. Matter of fact, we've followed you for a VERY long time. Since the beginning, Matt. Baez. We know everything about you. Now as far as what we are doing, we simply keep the herd in line.
Matt: The herd. The people? For who?
Woman: Who do you think? Do you not follow the news?
Matt: What?
The woman tosses a newspaper towards Matt and reaches his feet. He sees the headline and turns to the woman.
Woman: Where o where did so much money go? And now....
Matt: And now the working class makes less. While you keep the rest. Just.... God. Just. Why the hell? Why do this? Why fuck with people like this?
Woman: Because it can be done. Easy as that Matt. Sometimes when we want something, we do anything for it. It's really no different than your boy Garth Black.
Matt: Who are you? Why do you seem so familiar?
Woman: ...........Nobody.
Richard Blonoff
Make America Rassle Again
I awoke with an itchy feeling in my boxers. It was an unusual feeling, not one that I had felt in some time. I put a hand down to scratch, and decided that it was time to break out the gardening tools and do some manscaping.
"Time for the turtle to come out of his shell."
I walked into the bathroom and dropped my boxers and stood in front of the mirror. I flexed a few times, showing off my awesome physique to no one in particular, before I grabbed my trimmer and went to work.
"Bye bye hair. Time to see you go like a Garth Black promo."
But since it had been some time since I shaved, the jungle was thick and I managed to cut myself. As blood began to trickle from the last place you want to see blood, I began to feel dizzy and weak.
The last thing I remember was the blood before I passed out from the horrid sight.
"Time for the turtle to come out of his shell."
I walked into the bathroom and dropped my boxers and stood in front of the mirror. I flexed a few times, showing off my awesome physique to no one in particular, before I grabbed my trimmer and went to work.
"Bye bye hair. Time to see you go like a Garth Black promo."
But since it had been some time since I shaved, the jungle was thick and I managed to cut myself. As blood began to trickle from the last place you want to see blood, I began to feel dizzy and weak.
The last thing I remember was the blood before I passed out from the horrid sight.
Back in September 1991, there wasn't really much money in the coffers of Clwyd County Council. They had just about enough money to keep the schools open, but with very little change for buses. Ultimately, the vast majority of high schools were only able to provide one bus that could pick all of the children up that needed transport.
This had two consequences. Firstly, the journey was long. North Wales is an incredibly hilly area and school catchment areas are vast. The winding roads through the foothills of the mountains could take hours to traverse in a rickety old bus, and it meant for a very long and very unpleasant journey. Secondly, the bus was packed - every single seat on the bus was accounted for and it was full of sweaty, smelly adolescents who made no effort to keep their voices down or show any degree of decorum.
Garth Black was an unremarkable child. He had been popular in primary school, and had made a success of himself in class. However, during the 1990s, bureaucracy was king and as there weren't enough places at his preferred high school, he was allocated a place at St. Beuno's Technical Secondary Modern school. He had no friends there. Indeed, he had seldom even been to the town it was in despite its proximity to home.
Garth's father was rarely reliable and so his mother, despite illness, worked 3 jobs. This meant that though it was an incredibly unpleasant environment, the bus provided the only realistic transport option for the Black family to send their son to school.
An unfortunately timed illness meant that Garth missed the first two weeks of secondary school. By the time he returned cliques had formed, habits had been developed and an air of impenetrability pervaded the bus when Garth first got on. His was the last stop, living as he did at the base of the largest hill in the area, but it was still a long journey to the school buildings.
Garth got on the bus, and saw that there was one seat free. He approached the seat and he could see that the girl had placed her books on the spare seat next to her. He approached as inconspicuously as possible, attempting to give a hint that she should move her books. No movement. He looked at her and attempted to make eye contact. She stared out of the window. He went to move the books and he saw her first name, Rebecca.
Garth Black: Excuse me, can I sit here?
Silence.
Garth: I would sit somewhere else, but there's really no space. Can I sit here please.
Nothing.
Garth: Rebecca? Rebecca? Rebecca?
Nothing. Nothing. Nothing.
Garth picked her books up off the chair.
Rebecca: What the fuck do you think you're doing?
Garth was stunned that she would speak in such a manner, and struggled to find his own words.
Rebecca: Are you deaf? Why are you touching my stuff.
Garth: Because it's on the only spare seat left on the bus.
Rebecca: But my stuff is on it.
Garth: Yeah, and I politely asked you to move it, but you weren't listening.
Rebecca: No, you don't understand, you said the seat was spare. I'm telling you it isn't spare, my stuff is on it. Rebecca Williams does not carry her own stuff.
Garth: Well, Rebecca Williams, move your stuff or I'll move it for you.
Rebecca: Look, you're new, so I'll spell this out for you once. I'm the queen bee of this bus, and if I want to put my stuff on the chair, then I very well will put my stuff on the chair. If that means you have to stand, then so be it.
At this point, a boy behind Rebecca lifts himself up over the seat to view the commotion. Approximately 2 seconds after this, a second, fatter boy also appears from the seat next to him.
Boy: Is everything alright, Rebecca?
Second boy: Yeah, yeah is everything ok?
Rebecca: Everything is fine, lads. I was just explaining to the new kid how this bus works.
Boy: Does he need anything else explaining to him?
Second boy: Yeah, yeah anything else need telling to him.
Rebecca: No, it should be fine.
She turns back to Garth.
Rebecca: Like I was saying, I am the queen bee on this bus and these are my friends Matty and Michael.
Matty: Look your going to stand up today, because Rebecca has said so, and if you don't, you're going to have a problem. I've got nun-chucks in my bag and I'm not afraid to use them.
Michael: Yeah, you'll have a real problem.
Matty: We sit here every single day, and if I ever catch you in our seats, I'm going to throw you out of the window.
Michael: Right through the glass!
Garth, sensing that there's no way he could reasonably take the two of them head on, retreated for now. As he stood on the bus, he could feel every corner and bump. The anger built inside him. His frustration at the situation grew, reaching a crescendo when a sharp corner caused him to fall and land in the lap of a child eating a marmite sandwich. Now with anger in his veins and marmite in his hair, he plotted his revenge.
The school day passed in a bit of a haze, Garth certainly attended lessons, and maybe even enjoyed them, but he was consumed by trying to figure out how to exact his revenge. Fortunately, one of the other kids had to go to the dentist, so Garth would have a seat on the way back, without having to deal with Rebecca and her friends. On the bus ride home, Garth managed to get there early and watch the lay of the land and think about how he might be able to get his own back.
The bus took the same journey into school as it did on the way home. This meant that as the entire trip was a loop, Garth would be the last person on the bus today. He noticed that the first stop was actually pretty close to his house, just on the opposite side of the mountain to where he lived.
He also saw that Matty threw his bag into the luggage rack without much care or attention. Naturally, Michael followed suit. He saw where Matty got off. He saw Michael get off seconds later. He saw Rebecca stayed a bit longer. This was perfect as it meant they would be on the bus first before her tomorrow.
As Rebecca got off the bus, Garth saw that she had left her scarf. He made a note of this, and picked it up as he got off the bus. He made his way home, and went to bed early, it would be a long day tomorrow and he had to be up early.
The next morning, Garth woke up earlier than usual. He performed his household chores. He cleaned the dishes. He put the washing on. He brought the washing in off the line. The last and least favourite of his tasks was to empty the cat litter tray. As per usual, the cat had left a partially buried and incredibly pungent turd in the box. Garth held his nose, and used a small plastic shovel to place it in a carrier bag, which he sealed.
He picked up the local newspaper and left the house, and set on the long trek over the mountain. He was familiar with the terrain, and though it was an incredibly taxing journey, he knew exactly where he was going, as he had spent a lot of time here as a kid. He knew all about the plants that grew on the heathland. Which ones to pick. Which ones to avoid. By this point in the year, the flowers on the roses had died away, and left the rose hips behind. Garth knew that the hairs inside were incredibly irritating and could be used as itching powder. He broke open a few rose hips and put them on the scarf he still had from yesterday.
Eventually, he reached the bus stop. It had been an arduous walk but he'd made it and it would be worth it. He estimated he'd have about 5 minutes alone on the bus. When he got on, he walked to his seat and placed Rebecca's scarf back where he had found it yesterday. He then moved to near Matty and Michael's seat and laid some newspaper down. He then emptied out the contents of the cat litter tray bag onto the paper. It was not visible from the ground, and the breeze of the air conditioning, which Garth had turned to full, took the smell away.
He returned to his seat, and waited for them all to arrive. First Matty got on, immediately followed by Michael. Matty threw his bag into the rack, onto the cat litter contents, and Michael followed suit. At the moment, they were none the wiser, but Garth was sure that given the consistency of the cat waste and the weight of the bags, they would be sufficiently covered.
Next Rebecca got on the bus, with a face of thunder.
Rebecca: I thought I told you these were my seats.
Garth put his hands up, and obediently got up and moved away.
Rebecca: And don't even breathe on my scarf.
He stood far enough from them that he could see what was about to happen transpire, but not so close that he could get caught in the crossfire. By now, the air conditioning had cooled the area down to Baltic temperatures and Rebecca reached for her scarf. She instantly regretted this decision as her skin transformed into a disco of dancing ants.
Eventually, the penny dropped and she stood, turned to Garth and screamed.
Rebecca: YOU DID THIS TO MEEEEEE!!!!!
Irate, she directed Matty and Michael to attack Garth. Matty, remembering his nun-chucks, reached for his bag. He quickly regretted this decision as he found his hands covered in cat faeces. He threw his bag in disgust, and it landed on Rebecca. Michael grabbed his bag, also got his hands covered and then threw it at Rebecca. This time it hit her in the face, giving her a very unpleasant bronzing effect.
At first Garth was the only one laughing, but in due course and entire bus full of children were pointing and laughing at Matty and Michael, who's faces were as red as their hands were brown. When Rebecca stood the bus was manic. Rebecca spent the day in lost property clothing and got her dad to give her a lift to school from that point on. The next day, not only did Garth have a seat, he could put his feet up.
Rebecca never really recovered from this public embarrassment and kept her head down for the rest of her school career and eventually grew up to be assistant to the receptionist at the local leisure centre. Garth would later become an incredibly successful professional wrestler, maintaining his anarchic streak. Matty's aggressive small mindedness became consuming and he ended up unemployed and hanging around the gym claiming to be a personal trainer. Michael became the CEO of Lehman Brothers.
This had two consequences. Firstly, the journey was long. North Wales is an incredibly hilly area and school catchment areas are vast. The winding roads through the foothills of the mountains could take hours to traverse in a rickety old bus, and it meant for a very long and very unpleasant journey. Secondly, the bus was packed - every single seat on the bus was accounted for and it was full of sweaty, smelly adolescents who made no effort to keep their voices down or show any degree of decorum.
Garth Black was an unremarkable child. He had been popular in primary school, and had made a success of himself in class. However, during the 1990s, bureaucracy was king and as there weren't enough places at his preferred high school, he was allocated a place at St. Beuno's Technical Secondary Modern school. He had no friends there. Indeed, he had seldom even been to the town it was in despite its proximity to home.
Garth's father was rarely reliable and so his mother, despite illness, worked 3 jobs. This meant that though it was an incredibly unpleasant environment, the bus provided the only realistic transport option for the Black family to send their son to school.
An unfortunately timed illness meant that Garth missed the first two weeks of secondary school. By the time he returned cliques had formed, habits had been developed and an air of impenetrability pervaded the bus when Garth first got on. His was the last stop, living as he did at the base of the largest hill in the area, but it was still a long journey to the school buildings.
Garth got on the bus, and saw that there was one seat free. He approached the seat and he could see that the girl had placed her books on the spare seat next to her. He approached as inconspicuously as possible, attempting to give a hint that she should move her books. No movement. He looked at her and attempted to make eye contact. She stared out of the window. He went to move the books and he saw her first name, Rebecca.
Garth Black: Excuse me, can I sit here?
Silence.
Garth: I would sit somewhere else, but there's really no space. Can I sit here please.
Nothing.
Garth: Rebecca? Rebecca? Rebecca?
Nothing. Nothing. Nothing.
Garth picked her books up off the chair.
Rebecca: What the fuck do you think you're doing?
Garth was stunned that she would speak in such a manner, and struggled to find his own words.
Rebecca: Are you deaf? Why are you touching my stuff.
Garth: Because it's on the only spare seat left on the bus.
Rebecca: But my stuff is on it.
Garth: Yeah, and I politely asked you to move it, but you weren't listening.
Rebecca: No, you don't understand, you said the seat was spare. I'm telling you it isn't spare, my stuff is on it. Rebecca Williams does not carry her own stuff.
Garth: Well, Rebecca Williams, move your stuff or I'll move it for you.
Rebecca: Look, you're new, so I'll spell this out for you once. I'm the queen bee of this bus, and if I want to put my stuff on the chair, then I very well will put my stuff on the chair. If that means you have to stand, then so be it.
At this point, a boy behind Rebecca lifts himself up over the seat to view the commotion. Approximately 2 seconds after this, a second, fatter boy also appears from the seat next to him.
Boy: Is everything alright, Rebecca?
Second boy: Yeah, yeah is everything ok?
Rebecca: Everything is fine, lads. I was just explaining to the new kid how this bus works.
Boy: Does he need anything else explaining to him?
Second boy: Yeah, yeah anything else need telling to him.
Rebecca: No, it should be fine.
She turns back to Garth.
Rebecca: Like I was saying, I am the queen bee on this bus and these are my friends Matty and Michael.
Matty: Look your going to stand up today, because Rebecca has said so, and if you don't, you're going to have a problem. I've got nun-chucks in my bag and I'm not afraid to use them.
Michael: Yeah, you'll have a real problem.
Matty: We sit here every single day, and if I ever catch you in our seats, I'm going to throw you out of the window.
Michael: Right through the glass!
Garth, sensing that there's no way he could reasonably take the two of them head on, retreated for now. As he stood on the bus, he could feel every corner and bump. The anger built inside him. His frustration at the situation grew, reaching a crescendo when a sharp corner caused him to fall and land in the lap of a child eating a marmite sandwich. Now with anger in his veins and marmite in his hair, he plotted his revenge.
The school day passed in a bit of a haze, Garth certainly attended lessons, and maybe even enjoyed them, but he was consumed by trying to figure out how to exact his revenge. Fortunately, one of the other kids had to go to the dentist, so Garth would have a seat on the way back, without having to deal with Rebecca and her friends. On the bus ride home, Garth managed to get there early and watch the lay of the land and think about how he might be able to get his own back.
The bus took the same journey into school as it did on the way home. This meant that as the entire trip was a loop, Garth would be the last person on the bus today. He noticed that the first stop was actually pretty close to his house, just on the opposite side of the mountain to where he lived.
He also saw that Matty threw his bag into the luggage rack without much care or attention. Naturally, Michael followed suit. He saw where Matty got off. He saw Michael get off seconds later. He saw Rebecca stayed a bit longer. This was perfect as it meant they would be on the bus first before her tomorrow.
As Rebecca got off the bus, Garth saw that she had left her scarf. He made a note of this, and picked it up as he got off the bus. He made his way home, and went to bed early, it would be a long day tomorrow and he had to be up early.
The next morning, Garth woke up earlier than usual. He performed his household chores. He cleaned the dishes. He put the washing on. He brought the washing in off the line. The last and least favourite of his tasks was to empty the cat litter tray. As per usual, the cat had left a partially buried and incredibly pungent turd in the box. Garth held his nose, and used a small plastic shovel to place it in a carrier bag, which he sealed.
He picked up the local newspaper and left the house, and set on the long trek over the mountain. He was familiar with the terrain, and though it was an incredibly taxing journey, he knew exactly where he was going, as he had spent a lot of time here as a kid. He knew all about the plants that grew on the heathland. Which ones to pick. Which ones to avoid. By this point in the year, the flowers on the roses had died away, and left the rose hips behind. Garth knew that the hairs inside were incredibly irritating and could be used as itching powder. He broke open a few rose hips and put them on the scarf he still had from yesterday.
Eventually, he reached the bus stop. It had been an arduous walk but he'd made it and it would be worth it. He estimated he'd have about 5 minutes alone on the bus. When he got on, he walked to his seat and placed Rebecca's scarf back where he had found it yesterday. He then moved to near Matty and Michael's seat and laid some newspaper down. He then emptied out the contents of the cat litter tray bag onto the paper. It was not visible from the ground, and the breeze of the air conditioning, which Garth had turned to full, took the smell away.
He returned to his seat, and waited for them all to arrive. First Matty got on, immediately followed by Michael. Matty threw his bag into the rack, onto the cat litter contents, and Michael followed suit. At the moment, they were none the wiser, but Garth was sure that given the consistency of the cat waste and the weight of the bags, they would be sufficiently covered.
Next Rebecca got on the bus, with a face of thunder.
Rebecca: I thought I told you these were my seats.
Garth put his hands up, and obediently got up and moved away.
Rebecca: And don't even breathe on my scarf.
He stood far enough from them that he could see what was about to happen transpire, but not so close that he could get caught in the crossfire. By now, the air conditioning had cooled the area down to Baltic temperatures and Rebecca reached for her scarf. She instantly regretted this decision as her skin transformed into a disco of dancing ants.
Eventually, the penny dropped and she stood, turned to Garth and screamed.
Rebecca: YOU DID THIS TO MEEEEEE!!!!!
Irate, she directed Matty and Michael to attack Garth. Matty, remembering his nun-chucks, reached for his bag. He quickly regretted this decision as he found his hands covered in cat faeces. He threw his bag in disgust, and it landed on Rebecca. Michael grabbed his bag, also got his hands covered and then threw it at Rebecca. This time it hit her in the face, giving her a very unpleasant bronzing effect.
At first Garth was the only one laughing, but in due course and entire bus full of children were pointing and laughing at Matty and Michael, who's faces were as red as their hands were brown. When Rebecca stood the bus was manic. Rebecca spent the day in lost property clothing and got her dad to give her a lift to school from that point on. The next day, not only did Garth have a seat, he could put his feet up.
Rebecca never really recovered from this public embarrassment and kept her head down for the rest of her school career and eventually grew up to be assistant to the receptionist at the local leisure centre. Garth would later become an incredibly successful professional wrestler, maintaining his anarchic streak. Matty's aggressive small mindedness became consuming and he ended up unemployed and hanging around the gym claiming to be a personal trainer. Michael became the CEO of Lehman Brothers.
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