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Sometimes you have to do bad things to be a good person.

Music plays faintly in the background. A dark room, lighting reveals two shadows. One sitting in a chair, sipping on scotch. The other standing impatiently waiting. The chair turns revealing The Beard.

You of all people Mr. Burna would know where I am coming from.

Ty Burna nods his head in agreement. Beard gestures for Ty to sit as he pours him a glass of scotch.

What brings you to my fortress of solitude Mr. Burna?

Fortress of solitude? I’m not sure you realize Beard that this is a shack. Nothing more than an office.

Are you questioning my sanity Ty? I’m well aware of my surroundings. This is my home, the place where I’m at my best. Whereas your home I’m a beast.

You are a beast Beard, I’m more than familiar with that. That’s why I’ve done everything I have done and it has led me to you.

Ty sips his scotch as Beard intently looks on as he pours another glass.

While you were gone living your beatnik lifestyle Beard, I set out on destroying your lap dogs. I took out your “savior”. I ended the Pale Riders, I ended Dr. Zeus. All that’s left is you. The one that took everything from me.

You’re a brilliant man Ty. I commend it, I applaud everything. You sir are the breath of life this world needs.

Beard stands up and slams the WZCW World Heavyweight Championship atop the desk. Ty rocks back in his chair as Beard slides the title towards Ty.

If this is what you want Mr. Burna, please take it. If that what keeps you going, if that what gets you up in the morning, you can have it. All the problems, all the sleepless nights that has caused was not worth the destruction I had hoped it would bring.

Beard breaks down as he plops back into his chair, rubbing his hands through his Beard.

Please Mr. Burna, take your championship, take your life, and please excuse yourself from my home.

Ty slides the championship back towards Beard as he lifts his face from his hands.

It is true, I do covet that championship title. However unlike you Beard, I will earn that championship. I will earn that honor. I’m here for other reasons.

I didn’t earn this? I defeated you, the almighty Ty Burna. The holy grail of holy grails. I defeated the best, thus making me the best.

To be the best kid, you actually got to show up. See you became “the best” and then you took your ball and went home.

Rage builds in Beard’s eye as Ty continues to pull strings.

You’re a quitter Beard. You couldn’t handle the pressure and then when someone came and stole your spotlight and you had to get it back. Destroying the company, good joke buddy. No one can destroy this but me. You can do your best knockoff, but you can’t be me.

Be you? I don’t want to be you Ty. I wanted to beat you. I wanted to end you but you somehow always come back Ty. I’m my own man and you best believe Ty, you are as untouchable as you think. I’ve taken you out once and I can do it again. The Elite will only be able to protect you for so long Ty, but right now you’ll have to wait until I end Matt Tastic.

Ty leaps up to Beard’s desk as he begins to applaud. Beard has a puzzling look on his face as he leaps to his desk and stares into the eyes of one of wrestling’s greats. Ty drives his fingers into Beard’s chest.

This is what I wanted Beard. I don’t want The Beard that sits at home depressed, hating himself. I want this Beard, the one with fire in his eyes. The man that will stop at nothing to do what is right. You are the hero, right? I too am a hero. Tastic? Nope. Stormrage? Not a chance.

Mikey Stormrage is none of my concerns any more Ty. You see-

Stormrage will always be a concern as long as Tastic is a thorn in your side. That is why I am here Beard. You see they’ve pitted us together against those fools.

You? Me? Live Mas?

Live no more, right?

You speak the truth Mr. Burna.

Both men leap from the desk as Beard walks Ty towards the door. Ty opens before turning to Beard, sticking his hand out. Beard grabs his hand as Ty nods his approval.

Know this Beard, I do not trust you. I know what you are capable of and know that I will always be watching.

Beard yanks Ty in, with a sadistic smirk upon his grizzly face.

There is a reason I’ve aligned myself with the people in my life. I always have a plan Mr. Burna. Those people were eventually going to be destroyed. I can’t be trusted, nor should I be Mr. Burna. Remember what I told you upon your arrival Ty, sometimes you need to do bad things to be a good person. Good night my friend.

The door slams as Beard grabs his championship title and stares at his lifeless reflection before a sinister smile comes across his face.

Soon it will all be mine, the world will be mine.
 
Stacey: So that's it? You shook hands and you walked out the door?

Ty: What were you expecting Stacey my dear? A bloody battle taking place in the little garden shed he calls a house? Certainly not.

The scene opens afterwards to the same interview room as before, Ty sitting before Stacey in another suit and his hair tied back, as Stacey sits with her legs crossed, this time a WZCW security guard standing nearby. Ty eyes up the guard and smirks, brushing a stray hair back as he looks towards Stacey.

Ty: Did I alarm you last week Ms. Madison?

Stacey: WZCW Management felt it necessary Ty.

Ty: Then they don't think highly enough of you if they send one single man to keep you safe.

The guard walks forward after Ty's snide remark, but Ty simply waves him away.

Ty: Very well, I will keep myself in check this evening. For now anyway.

Stacey: Right.....so back to you and The Beard, how are you going to be able to even work together? After all he did take the World Title from you.

Ty: Animosity will be there for the ruination of my reign as champion Ms. Madison. However I will be more than willing to set it aside for now to destroy a common enemy. After all, that is what the bad guys are supposed to say isn't it? While Michael and Matthew play up their friendship and ability to team together and pander to the idiots hoping for the words of salvation from the clowns of WZCW, The Beard and I will simply do what we do best, destroy. It doesn't matter if we shake hands, or having matching celebrations. What we share, is the ability to wreck whomever they put in front of us.

Stacey: Meanwhile the rest of Elite did not fair well. Constantine was so close to losing the Elite X Championship, that he is now placed in a triple threat Steel Cage match against Eve Taylor and Aubrey Sloan. Things have not started off well with your addition. You lost to Matt Tastic, while Steven Holmes fell to S.H.I.T. despite your best efforts to interfere.

Ty laughs quietly as he throws his head back, he mocks wiping away tears of laughter as he leans forward, clasping his hands on his knees as he stares directly at Stacey.

Ty: Minor setbacks. Had it not been for Michael's interference to save the scum he leeches onto, Tastic would be facing down the prospect of myself as the true contender for his title. Now without someone to save them, they will show how weak they truly are. As for Constantine, he shall prove his worth and his ability in that cage. He is an animal, and he cannot be contained, especially by the likes of Aubrey Sloan or Eve Taylor. In fact, the strategy couldn't be more straightforward. Let the women destroy each other, and pick up the pieces. He will walk out the Elite X Champion once more, and this will be nothing more then an afterthought.

Stacey: And Steven Holmes? He faces a red hot El Califa Dragon, a man you teamed up with just recently.

Ty: Remember one thing Stacey, I had my choice of who my associates would be, and I chose Steven Holmes and Constantine over the likes of Michael and that gnat that believes himself a dragon. I know full well the ability of Steven will squash El Califa and he can then refocus on ending Chris KO.

Stacey: But what are your thoughts on Chri...

Ty: I have no opinion of him.

Ty suddenly cuts Stacey off as Ty stands up, buttoning up his jacket as he looks down at Stacey. The guard stiffens up, preparing for anything as Ty smiles wide.

Ty: Now I believe this interview is over. I have other business to attend to.

Ty walks off swiftly as Stacey watches quietly, before finishing up her notes. The scene fades out before returning to Ty walking into his home. He removes his jacket and hangs it up before walking into the kitchen. He flips the light on and reveals Serafina sitting there at the table, her eyes staring directly at him.

Ty: Serafina. I wasn't expecting you to be home.

Serafina: Ty....why?

Ty: Why what exactly? Why did I turn on Mikey?

Serafina: He was our friend! He had our back!

Ty unbuttons his sleeves before undoing the buttons of his shirt as well, sliding it off his arm slowly before slamming it down to the ground before slamming his hands on the table, leaning forward and staring right at Serafina. She jumps back slightly, but doesn't give up much more.

Ty: And that is exactly the type of attitude that has us down looking up at those that do not deserve to be in their spots! Do you not see what has happened to us Serafina? Smiling for the fans, integrating ourselves as the third wheel in a pairing that makes a mockery of the business I have worked so god damn hard to build up? I lost the World Title after being destroyed, and the only thing you give a flying fuck about is playing with ponies with that fat ass. Did you even bother to think about how I felt? How it felt to have razor sharp barbed wire smashed into my head? To having to deal with low life scum while my equals watched bemused? Is that all I'm good for anymore Serafina? A good couple chuckles at my expense, or to make money off my name and face? Michael needed to be put in his place and I will be the one that does it!

Serafina: So once again it's all about you. It's always about you isn't it Ty? Do you know what I went through the past couple weeks when you wouldn't even return my phone calls? How I sat at home waiting for you to return so maybe we could discuss this? And last but not least when do you make decisions without talking to me? Maybe I would have supported you joining Elite. I certainly won't now that I know how it's changed you. Mikey respects me, and encourages me.

Ty's eyes goes wide as he turns and slams his fist into one of the cabinets behind him, shattering the wood and cutting up his hand badly. Blood drips from his fingers as he turns back towards Serafina, his eyes narrowing towards her, his voice filled with venom.

Ty: Then go sleep with your new boyfriend. Go sleep with the enemy you little skank. It's not the first time you've gone and bedded with those that oppose me. Hell why don't you call up Showtime again and see if he still wants to get back together. I know all about your little trist with him last week. I bet it was so easy to slide into his life and back to another "top" star in this company. All you had to do was quiver your lower lip and you had him wrapped all around your little finger. I'm sure Tastic will enjoy your company once you're done with Michael.

Serafina stands up and grabs a glass in front of her and throws it at Ty's head. Ty side steps it as she screams at him. She runs up and tries to claw and scratch at him, pulling at his hair as Ty simply turns his head, a smile on his face as his digs hit home.

Serafina: Don't you fucking get it Ty? I love you damn it!

Ty: A fine way of showing it my dear Arianna.

Ty suddenly grabs both of Serafina's arms and slams them into the wall behind them, his face mere inches from hers as the smile slowly disappears. Serafina struggles against his grip but is unable to break it as tears stream down her eyes.

Ty: I grow tired of your insolence woman. I grow tired of having to pick up the pieces for you every single time you decide to leave me. This will go on no more. Get. Out. This place is no longer welcome to you. Run off to your child, it's clear you are no more than that as well.

Serafina: Ty. Please, listen to me! It doesn't have to be like this!

Ty turns his head as if calming down but snaps back towards her, yelling right in her face.

Ty: I said get out now!

Ty roars as Serafina coils back, the tears now streaming as Ty releases his grip from her wrists. She runs out of the kitchen immediately and out the front door as Ty collects his shirt from the ground. He sits down at the table, reaching into his shirt pocket and collecting a cigarette. He lights it and inhales deep. He slowly exhales as the smoke swirls around his head before his cell phone rings. He reaches into his pocket and checks the name before answering.

Ty: Constantine, good to hear from you. Am I busy? Not at all, just throwing some trash out actually. A meeting would be an excellent idea actually, we have much to discuss. I will have my driver pick you up in an hour.

He hangs up the phone and sits there, the burning cigarette between his lips as he inhales again. He exhales once more before setting the cigarette down.

Ty: The game is over. This is my dominion, and I have my own saying. Et ira magna deum faciem. Et consumentur a falce messor est!

The scene fades to black, but Ty's words can be heard before cutting to static.

Ty: They shall face the Wrath of the Gods. And they shall die by the Reaper's scythe!
 
*July 4th, 2010*

"The fireworks are about to start soon honey, come on."

I took Rose's hand in mine and the two of us walked out the front door of her aunt's house. The two of us sat together on a swing, as the patio was filled with charcoal smoke and extended family in folding chairs, circled around to gaze at the smoking flares. Rose's feet not quite reaching the ground, but her hand was grasped in mine. We waited as candles of a Roman ilk were unloaded from a nearby Chevy truck. It was mostly grown ups, but there were a couple of brats. Rose and I rarely fought, but when we did it was over her wanting kids versus my desire to remain one for as long as possible.

Her baby cousin Ruby kept crawling too close to the edge of the patio, so her mother scooped her into the house and strapped her in her booster seat and rolled her in front of the storm door. For now she would have to yearn for the lunacy that was the upcoming fireworks. Soon the show started and Rose clutched my hand harder, the loud bangs startled her, so she slid as close to me as possible.

During the show, a phone rang. Rose's aunt answered. Distracted by the phone and shower of sparks, no one noticed Ruby wriggle free of her seat and push her tiny hands to the plexiglass. Past the pyrotechnics, she crawled into the sour patch of the yard, undetected and invisible as she crawled toward the kidney shaped swimming pool. She crawled and fell into yawning blue, the splash was mum compared to the rocket ships in the sky.

Ruby's lungs were filling by the time we were cognizant. Many of us sprang and sprinted, but our arrival was belated. I dove in, despite not being a strong swimmer. Those still on the patio parted so the elders could see. I came up and laid the tiny body at her fathers feet. He dropped to a knee and she choked the water through her blue lips as he helped the air reconvene. He toweled off his shaking Ruby and minutes later the EMT confirmed the save.

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"Come on Luigi, we have to save Mario from this haunted mansion."

I guided the timid plumber through his newly won mansion as I awaited Matt's arrival. It had been a while since I dusted off the GameCube and played Luigi's Mansion, but this would be good prep for my match with Ty. Just as I was finishing off the giant baby ghost, I recalled that story. Then I heard a knock so I went to the door to answer it.

"Sup?"

Matt stepped into my apartment and I couldn't help but laugh.

"What is so funny?"

I pointed at Matt's outfit as I laughed.

"That outfit is completely unbecoming. No one has gotten a handjob in shorts since Vietnam."

"Says the man who isn't even ready yet. How many times am I going to come over to find you in your underwear playing video games?"

I jumped over the back of the couch and picked my game back up.

"I'll have you know this is research."

Matt took a seat next to me, but he made sure to keep a reasonable distance from me and my boxer clad self.

"Research?"

"Yeah, I was talking to Serafina last night and she mentioned Ty used to worship a Luigi board. So I figured I would brush up on Luigi games and get the jump on him."

Matt threw his hands in the air.

"You idiot, it isn't a Luigi board, its an Ouija Board. People use it to talk to spirits. And he didn't worship an Ouija Board, he would consult the Ouija Scroll. Don't you remember his feud with Chris K.O.? Chris ended up with Serafina and the Scroll. Serafina gets around bro."

I shook my head.

"That was a long time ago, she has changed. And you would know what an Ouija Board is. Don't your people worship the dead? Día de Muertos or some shit?"

"I'm not Mexican, we covered this already. That shit doesn't even matter. Look,I just don't trust Serafina. I just have this feeling man."

"I've never even seen you with a girl, what do you know about bitches?"

"I know better than to refer to women as bitches, Ricky."

"Fair point."

I took a minute to stand and turn off my game so I could get ready for our upcoming date.

"Just don't bring up Ricky Runn. Becky hasn't forgiven me for getting him fired. She hates me. Why do so many people hate us?"

With that I was off to my room to get dressed.

"People hate success. My advice to them, maybe they should hustle as hard as they hate."

I stopped and came back into the living room, naked, holding my phone. Matt tried to avert his eyes.

"That's a pizza cat meme."

I was scrolling on my phone as I walked toward Matt, all the while Matt was trying to back away.

"Dude put some clothes on first."

I showed him my phone.

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"I told you."

"Dude, great, but please put some fucking clothes on."

As I walked back to my room I spoke louder so Matt could hear me.

"Sorry man, I'm just nervous. This is my first real date in a long time. I think Serafina may be special."

"You know I don't trust her."

"I know you don't, but you don't know her like I do."

"You have known her for all of three months! It wasn't but a month ago that she walked out on Ty, and you expect her to be over him."

"I don't expect her to be over him. You never really get over someone you love. Believe me. You know Rose used to tell me all the time 'You swear too much.' She said a lot of things. You know I'd swear every other word if I could, but to get her back I'd make an attempt. I'm never going to be over her. One day it was her clothes on my floor, the next it was empty bottles. You know I'm not saying she's my last, I'm just saying that she could have been."

There were a few minutes of silence as i finished getting ready.

"I'm tired of these hood rats, and Serafina is different. She gets me. She likes me for me, not who I could be, or who she could make me into."

Matt looked at me, it was a look I had seen before on others, but never on Matt.

"I'm sorry. Maybe you're right about her, I just don't see why she would leave Goliath to be with David. No offense."

I shook my head.

"None taken man. I know Ty's star outshines mine, but this world needs Goliaths. Without Goliath, David was just a punk kid throwing rocks."

Matt and I walked outside to my car. The crisp night air of fall was starting to set in, and Matt zipped his jacket just a little tighter.

"I'm happy for you man, I don't understand it and I hope you watch your back, but I hope this works."

"I hope it works too man. She let me slime her so hard, she should have been on Nickelodeon. Now come on, we need to get you some new clothes."

Matt just shook his head as climbed into the passenger seat.
 
A phone rings. But there's no answer.


“La cucaracha! La cucaracha! Ya no puede caminar!”


It keeps on ringing. But still no answer.


“Porque le falta! Porque le falta! Una pata pa' caminar!”


The call isn't picked up. Whoever the phone belonged to didn't seem interested in answering. The scene opens up as the ringtone dies down. The smartphone that was ringing is seen laying on a nightstand. And the picture of the caller is shown with the name below. “Mikey”. The room looks very nice. Too nice. The furniture too clean. The bed too well put. It's obviously a hotel. And by it's balcony is viously the World Heavyweight Champion of WZCW. Matt Tastic. Seemingly brooding as he sits dangerously on the balcony's cement railing. As the scene unfolds to show more details, something in the room breaks the cleanliness. The World title belt dropped on the floor like a cheap toy. Ironic. Given that's what it turned out to be following Aftershock when Matt learned the title is a replica while Beard holds the real prize. Conflict creeps into Matt's mind as a result. Just when it seemed he finally had accomplished his long, hard fought goal, he's told the princess known as “World Championship” was in another castle. He may be the real World Champion, but his pride and honor were damaged at Aftershock.

“La cucaracha! La cucaracha! Ya no puede caminar!”



The phone begins to ring again. Matt still seems unfazed and doesn't acknowledge the phone ringing.


“Porque le falta! Porque le falta! Una pata pa' caminar!”



It eventually stops once again sending the caller, Mikey again, to voicemail. Matt simply sits pondering.


Matt: …...................


Matt doesn't speak a word. He's so entrenched in his thoughts, nothing slips out of his mouth. Whether he should be mad about the treachery WZCW management pulled on him, or instead simply focus on his title match. Despite all that happened without him even realizing, he was still the World Champ. But now as he recalls his moment of celebration at Lethal Lottery, he can't help but picture that moment with the title belt blackened out. Censored like a foul word, nudity or an “un-person”. Suddenly, the sound of a glass shattering....


“Step up! Cause you're the next one in line for the kill. You don't believe me but I'm betting that you will.”


The phone rings once again. This time with a totally different ringtone. This one finally catches his attention as Matt turns to look at it.



“Step up! I'll let you live a little bit with the pain that I bring. You know it's only the beginning.”


Matt gets off and out of the balcony, stepping into the room. He grabs the phone and checks the number.



“Step up! Cause you're the next one in line for the kill. You don't believe me but I'm betting that you will.”



The number doesn't ring a bell to him. But he still answers if not a bit reluctantly.



Matt: …....Hello?


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???: I FINALLY GOT YOU!!!


Matt goes from confused to bugged by whoever it is on the phone. He clearly knows who it was.



Matt: Who's phone are you using, Mikey?


Mikey: I knew, you'd answer if I did that. I'm using Serafina's phone.


Matt: …...........WHAT?!? You.... You idiot! You gave her my number?!


Mikey: What's the matter with you? You've been acting all weird since you were over here yesterday.


Matt: Matter with me?! What the matter with you giving my number to strangers?! And what did you expect? I have a sociopath after me, a chick keeps screwing me over, a fake title and I had to put up with seeing you in your underwear for hours yesterday. I'm pondering, Mikey.


Mikey: Serafina is not a stranger, Matt.


Matt: Oh. Yeah. You're right. She's not a stranger. She's the sidekick of a guy who's been trying to practically KILL us! And you gave her my contact information!


Mikey: You're paranoid. You need some fresh air, man. Why don't you go out with us tonight? Remember? Double date.


Matt: I've been getting fresh air all day, Mikey. I've been in the hotel balcony all day. And I don't feel like seeing you right now.


Mikey:Stop being sarcastic! Come on, man. Live Mas!


Matt: You're..... You're not taking two girls to a fucking Taco Bell for a date are you?


Mikey: What if I am? You said you knew one that had Code Red Dew.


Matt: Mikey!


Mikey: It's a good restaurant I found.


Matt: What type of food?


Mikey: Mexican.


Matt: Ugh. Do goths even like Mexican?


Mikey: Well how about you and I slap our lab coats on and experiment on that.


Matt:
No. OK? I'm not going out with you, our enemy's sidekick and a random stranger.


Mikey: Why not?


Matt: Because this isn't fucking Mario Kart, Mikey. What if that girl is actually some psycho brainwashed? Or a hooker paid off by Steven Holmes?


Mikey:That doesn't sound too bad.


Matt: MIKEY!


Mikey: I don't care what crazy paranoid thing you have to say. Get dressed. You're coming. She might be a robot alien SHIT and Krypto conceived or something, but who cares? We are gonna have fun. Because we Live Mas. Right Matt?


Matt: .................


Mikey: Right Matt?


Matt: FINE!


Matt hangs up the call and throws out the phone. He's got a date. But clearly not too happy about it. Paranoia and conflict rages into every single thought he has. He grabs the World title off the floor and looks at it. Almost in a confused anger. He gives it a good look and turns it around. Something creeps into his eyes that catches his attention. Looking more closely at the title belt he finds something that brings an ironic smile to his face. He lowers the belt and shrugs with a bitter giggle.



Matt:
Made in China.


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Time passes and Matt is ready for his date. He heads off to meet with Mikey at the restaurant and sits on the table. The restaurant itself doesn't look too bad. Nothing fancy. But certainly not a place where reservations are made. Matt himself doesn't seem to match the occasion, sporting a black hoodie and a cap. Not to mention bandages on his face due to Beards attack on Aftershock. With the same look as when he was at the balcony, Matt sits on the table with his face looking at the window the window.


???: You're kidding me!

A familiar voice echoes loudly through the restaurant. Matt completely ignores it, but it's obvious who it is. Mikey Stormrage. Flanked by Serafina and a rather jumpy young lady. Nothing too fancy. But certainly not ignorable as far as her looks go. She wears a shirt and jeans and open hoodie almost mirroring Matt's own style. If you can call it that. They certainly don't share the attitude though. As the girl squees in excitement while Matt doesn't even pay attention to the party sitting down.

Mikey:
Matt! Stop being such a lemon. Say hi to the girls.

Matt: Mikey. This girl talked you into this didn't she?

Mikey: What do you mean?

Matt: I saw her at the house show last night. She was handing you food.

Girl: It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Tastic! It's an honor! An honor-honor-honor-honor!

Matt:
..........Zuko?...............

Serafina:
I apologize for what The Beard did to you, Matt.

Matt: Why? Did your "master" sic that carny on me or something?

Mikey: Matt!

Waiter: Are you ready to order? What would you like today?

Mikey:
I want the 2 beef burritos with steak, a side of Supreme Chips and a churro. A Diet Coke to drink.

As Mikey says that all three at the table stop what they're doing and give each other skeptical looks.

Mikey: A cheese flan for desert. And a bowl of Pico De Gallo.

Serafina: Ceasar salad and water, please.

Mikey: That's it? Come on, babe.

Serafina: I am on a strict diet.

Girl: I'll have........... What'll you have Mr. Tastic? I wanna order what you're having.

Matt goes from his stoic, brooding, palm on his cheek stance to a confused look as he turns to the girl. Who's name hasn't even been brought up.

Matt:
Why does it matter what I'm having? Eat whatever you want.

Girl: Well, I want whatever the World Heavyweight Champion is having.

Matt: Why the hell?

Girl: It'll be a winning meal.

Mikey chuckles and Serafina has a tiny smile peering out of her as Matt's composure flounders at the statement by his date.

Matt:
Fine. Rice and beans with a side of "carne al pastor". And a Coke.

Girl: What he said.

Waiter: OK. It should be ready in 15 minutes.

15 Minutes pass by as the group chats it up and has fun. Matt Tastic noticeably doesn't say anything. Instead sitting deep within thought. Concentrating on his problems with the title and Beard. The girl does finally give her name as all that happens. Alice.

Mikey:
And he was just so hung over. He falls out of bed and starts spewing this insane british lingo all over me. "Oi! Bloody hell, 'ow many pints did we 'ave last night, Mikey." And then I said, "lets jump on the TARDIS and find out, old chap." :lmao:

Serafina: :lmao:

Alice: :lmao:

Matt: ...................

The waiter finally brings the food in and serves it for the party. They all eat very enthusiastically. Especially Alice, who's glance to look at Matt constantly. He, on the other hand, isn't that into it. At times dropping his food back on to the plate. Eventually, they finish up, pay their tab and get ready to leave. Mikey and Matt wait outside while the girls go to the restroom. Matt sits while Mikey stands by him.

Matt:
Mikey, what the hell are you doing?

Mikey: What do you mean? Standing by you bugs you too now?

Matt: Not what I meant. How the hell can you be so damn relaxed? Your partner turned on you, kicked you in the face, twice, screws you at every match and you're facing him in the biggest event of the year, in front of the largest crowd possible. But yet somehow, that seems to be the last thing on your mind. We have the tag match this week too. No word out of you on it. I learned I've been carrying a toy and calling it the biggest prize in wrestling unknowingly. Nothing out of you. Spill it. How are you capable of ignoring all that?

Mikey: Who said I'm not thinking about it? I think about it every day, Matt. But there's 24 hours in a day. And I'm asleep for 11 of them. Am I supposed to worry for the other 13? Live Mas, man. Enjoy what you have. Didn't you say that not too long ago?

Matt: Not too long ago, I thought I held the title that made legends out of mortals. The belt that immortalized the greats. Turns out, all I had was plastic.

Mikey: So? That doesn't change that you're the World Champion. That doesn't change all the other titles you won either. Why fuss about it now?

Matt: I.... I don't know. I guess it bugs me. It feels like I was deceived and it just bites me that after I reach my ultimate goal in life, it turns out to be.... Well, fake I guess. You don't see wrestlers carrying trophies or plaques to represent their titles. They have belts. With history behind them. Held by many.

Mikey: Just focus on what you need to focus, man. I'm counting on you to take on Ty and Beard.

Matt: Speaking of Ty, do you really trust her? I mean, she's Serafina.

Mikey: I trusted you and look how that turned out.

Matt: .................Fine.

As the boys finish up their conversation, the girls finally walk out ready to go.

Serafina:
We're ready.

Mikey: Sweet. Lets head to my place and play some Destiny.

Matt: .........I'll walk over there. You take the car.

Mikey: Why? That's stupid. Ride with me.

Serafina: The World Champion wants to free his mind of it's thoughts. Let him walk.

Matt: ......thanks.

The party splits and Matt begins his trek to the hotel on foot. However, Alice hesitates to get on Mikey's car. Instead leaving after Matt. Matt just keeps walking. Seemingly not paying attention. But after a while, it becomes clear that he knows she's there behind him.

Matt:
Why are you following me?

Alice: I heard the conversation you had with Mr. Mikey earlier.

Matt: ....And?

Alice: You're wrong about that title. No matter what it is, you should be proud.

Matt: Why's that?

Alice:Ever since I was young, I wanted nothing more than to be a pro tennis player. Every day, I practiced. Dreaming of playing Wimbledon some day. That I'd be the best Tennis player ever.

Matt: What does that have to do with my issue?

Alice: I suffered a knee injury. Broken knee cap, torn quad, nasty stuff happened to me once when I got caught in the net practicing. The doctor gave me the verdict. I can never play for pro. Too liable. Too prone to injury. Too damaged. That ended my dream. Then I see you on TV. A totally average person. Coming back from spinal surgery. Fighting against the system, even if people saw you as a bad guy. When you said no one favored you, I did. Because I felt the same. Then you did it. You won the World Heavyweight Championship. Defeated 29 men to do it.

Matt: ........

Alice: They may have given you a cheap knock-off of the real deal, but that doesn't change the fact you did what everyone said you couldn't or shouldn't do. You lived the dream. I can't do that any more. So I hoped to meet the man who did when he came to town. And here we are now.

Matt stops in his tracks following Alice's words. He turns over to her and looks at her with a saddened face. It seems her words struck a cord with him. Positive or negative, he's finally showing more than just a stoic face.

Matt:
.........I'm sorry. Let's go.

Matt places his arm over the girls shoulder and the two march off. Alice seems pleased, believing words got through to Matt. But his face shows otherwise, as if something still bothered him about the situation. The two set off to Mikey's room to play.
 
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