Da Prophet
Mid-Card Championship Winner
RP deadline is Monday 22nd May 2017.
MD 140 - Gabi Clark versus Matt Tastic [Gold Rush: Round 1]
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As soon as I heard getting entered into the Gold Rush tournament, I was ecstatic. Not only because I know I'd be getting some good challenges, finally, but because I knew my sister would be in it as well. Facing my sister for a possible shot at the World Title? That's a dream come true. Not only for us sisters but for all those who would be watching us. There stood just one obstacle in my way, Matt Tastic.
Ah the tales of Matt Tastic, the tales of old. Tastic is pretty much the man who's done it all in WZCW. What's there left for him to do? Tastic is exactly what's wrong with WZCW. He is of no benefit to WZCW. What he does is weigh down young upstarts like myself and Callie. Ooooh boy. The blood is boiling in me. I just want to punch him in his stupid face. Wooo-saaahhhhh. Compose myself. Compose myself. Alright. I can't let the thought of Tastic ruin what's going to be a good day. A perfect day, I might say.
---
The bright, fiery sun was covered with clouds surrounding it – only letting a single ray of light towards the surface. However, with plans already in place, Grandpa Clark would have his way as he took his wife and two grandchildren, Callie and Gabi out on his cruiser yacht. After finding just the right place, Grandpa Clark had parked the cruiser smack dab a few meters away from shore. In the distance, the illustration of New York’s finest buildings filled the scene. A view that would make anyone feel the sweet serendipity of the sea.
With Grandma Clark resting inside one of the rooms since they drove the boat offshore, Grandpa Clark made his way to the side of the yacht where he had three fishing rods in place, ready to be casted. Clothed in a green sun dress, the look on Gabi’s face was one of uncertainty. On the other hand, Callie, dressed in a purple sun dress, shared a similar look with her oldersister, but of an expression closer to regret.
“Hey grandpa, I’m totes not sure this is a good idea. You know, this whole fishing thing. Aaaannndd… you said this’ll somehow help us in training to get ready for our match this week and for our matches in the future.”
“Yeah grandpa, you know how bad we were with stuff like this when we were kids. It totes did not end well – for us or anyone involved.”
There was a slight look of disappointment on Grandpa Clark’s face but that quickly changed as he flashed the girls a smile. In return, that gave the Clark Sisters enough confidence to try this thing out.
“You worry too much girls. Plus, I haven’t spent time with my girls in so long. I know Bates takes good care of you guys. And he better be. I gave him a few days off so that you girls can spend more time with us. But trust me, doing this will teach you something.”
“Always up for a good lesson, grandpa.”
I roll my eyes after I hear Callie say that. She puts on a big smile after she sees me do it, which agitates me even more.
“Very good, Callie. Now girls, you already know what to do. Just pull back on this retractor holding the thread, pull back the fishing rod, and release – like so.”
I like how my 74-year-old grandfather can make things like this look easy while young upstarts like Callie and myself look like the most uncoordinated sisters in the world. Even so, we loved our grandpa so much that we’d try anything to spend some quality time with him.
Callie was up first. She has a stern look on her face but I knew it was all for show. There was no way that she was going to pull this off. She always does this. She does this and hopes that I come in and help her out. Sadly, I can’t help her out this time because the art of fishing escapes me as well. She’s all on her own. And well, I’m already laughing in my mind. Callie takes the fishing rod in her hands. She examines it for longer than anyone should before grandpa finally put her hands and pretty much did everything for her. All she had to do now was pull back and release. And boy, did she release alright. As soon as she released, the fishing rod went flying over the deck. I swear, the face she made was hilarious. It was like she had farted loudly in a quiet room but didn’t want anyone to know it was her. She looked at grandpa immediately, who was looking at his fishing rod that was going towards the bottom of the ocean floor.
Just then, grandpa let out a hearty laugh. He was laughing so much that he doubled over, using the boat’s side railing to keep him on his feet. His laugh was contagious. So much so that we started laughing as well. Oh man, this was a good time. After several minutes, grandpa’s laughter died down enough for him to speak.
“You see, this is the lesson right here girls.”
With smiles still on our faces, we looked at our grandpa. Interested in what he had to teach us this time.
“The lesson is… to have fun. I’ve already told you girls that I don’t watch many of your matches but from what I can tell, what you do in the ring resembles a sport. And in sports, sometimes, people forget to have fun. Gabi, you especially, you are one competitive gal, and that’s what I like about you. But sometimes, you forget to have fun.”
Grandpa wasn’t wrong. Having fun since being in WZCW wasn’t always on my mind. I had other things in mind such as fame, fortune, and all the glory.
“Now, I guess we’ll be skipping fishing as I don't want any more of my fishing rods to go missing and move onto other fun stuff I have planned. But first, let me go check on grandma. The chefs will be making us some dessert at the bow. So meet us there and we’ll continue this having fun.”
Again, my grandpa knew just what we needed. He gave us the sweetest smile before kissing us on the forehead then leaving to go check on grandma.
“Thank god grandpa put a stop to all this. If he let me go, my fishing rod would’ve totes ended up in the water right next to yours. Like, that would’ve been so embarrassing.”
“Yeah, you’re lucky grandpa likes his fishing rods. I think that fishing rod I just threw in the water cost $400.”
We both chuckle at that before heading towards the bow. Here, Chef Gerald, our chef of many years was preparing desserts for us. We sat in front of him as he gave us a live show. Chef Gerald didn’t say much. He’d much rather speak with his cooking skills.
It was always a good time with our grandparents. Not gonna lie, we acted way more polite than usual, because hey, they’re our grandparents. They worked hard for everything they have and gave us a lot of everything we currently had too. However, the match with Matt Tastic never escaped my mind all throughout this trip. Matt Tastic just got inducted into the Hall of Fame and has won many accolades in his career. Not gonna lie, my resting bitch face is not gonna be enough to topple Tastic.
I watched as Chef Gerald began plating the crème brulee, the precision it took to make everything perfect. Chef Gerald was a master at his craft. With the combination of my resting bitch face and ju-bitch-su, it might be enough to overcome the challenge that Tastic offers. But I’m gonna need more than that. Unlike Chef Gerald, Tastic has lost a step or two. He wasn’t the same after all that has happened to him. Tastic is a has been. And boy, he was a lot of has beens. A one trick pony if you will. His accolades are forgettable and none really stand out. You could say he owed his success to Mikey Stormrage or defeating low level opponents like Johnny Scumm. There was a reason for everything Tastic had accomplished. None of which was accomplished by himself.
There was a rage in me that always seemed to show up a little late. But it was there nonetheless. To this day, Tastic is my greatest challenge yet but that’s not really saying much when you’ve seen the quality of opponents I’ve recently had. I watched as Chef Gerald was crisping the surface of the crème brulee. The charred areas to me - tasted the best. In more ways than one, Chef Gerald has taught me many things just by watching him. His continuous art of food showed me that I had to be consistent in everything I do. If there’s one thing I can do – it’s consistently bitch about something
But that’s not what’s going to put me over Tastic.
Crème brulee was not the only dessert Chef Gerald had in store for us. Before long, he began plating our favorite dessert ever – ice cream. He already knew that I liked Cookies and Cream and Callie liked Black Raspberry. You see, it’s that consistency again. Seeing ice cream get plated before my eyes reminded me of the layers that I currently posses. There’s more to me than just a pretty face and being able to kick ass. Something inside of me longs for something more. Something that’ll satisfy the need of competition or the need to be better. The bigger the challenge, the more I am hyped up to conquer that challenge. This week, Matt Tastic poses that challenge. I’m too full of pride to admit that I am worried. There was always worry that accompanied this feeling.
I have the longing for everything in my life to be perfect. Who doesn’t right? But right now, Matt Tastic is threatening that perfection. Which means, there’s only one thing I can do. I’m gonna go into the disgusting city of Chicago, enter the United Center, and beat the living daylights out of Tastic. I’m gonna remind Tastic that he doesn’t possess the precision in the ring that he once had. I’m gonna remind him that he isn’t fully of layers like I am and that he is an easy book to read. But most of all, I’m gonna remind him why it was a mistake to come back. Especially to come back against an opponent like myself. Like I said earlier, I have a longing to keep things perfect and Tastic currently poses a threat to that. And you know what we do to threats? WE TAKE CARE OF IT.
Before long, grandma and grandpa finally join us on the bow as Chef Gerald begins serving us crème brulee and ice cream. I cast off Tastic from my mind as I enjoy this moment that can only be described with one word – PERFECT.
“Now this, this is perfect.”
With that, Callie nods her head in agreement. Smiles all around as we bask in one of the few perfect moments in our lives.
Ah the tales of Matt Tastic, the tales of old. Tastic is pretty much the man who's done it all in WZCW. What's there left for him to do? Tastic is exactly what's wrong with WZCW. He is of no benefit to WZCW. What he does is weigh down young upstarts like myself and Callie. Ooooh boy. The blood is boiling in me. I just want to punch him in his stupid face. Wooo-saaahhhhh. Compose myself. Compose myself. Alright. I can't let the thought of Tastic ruin what's going to be a good day. A perfect day, I might say.
---
The bright, fiery sun was covered with clouds surrounding it – only letting a single ray of light towards the surface. However, with plans already in place, Grandpa Clark would have his way as he took his wife and two grandchildren, Callie and Gabi out on his cruiser yacht. After finding just the right place, Grandpa Clark had parked the cruiser smack dab a few meters away from shore. In the distance, the illustration of New York’s finest buildings filled the scene. A view that would make anyone feel the sweet serendipity of the sea.
With Grandma Clark resting inside one of the rooms since they drove the boat offshore, Grandpa Clark made his way to the side of the yacht where he had three fishing rods in place, ready to be casted. Clothed in a green sun dress, the look on Gabi’s face was one of uncertainty. On the other hand, Callie, dressed in a purple sun dress, shared a similar look with her oldersister, but of an expression closer to regret.
“Hey grandpa, I’m totes not sure this is a good idea. You know, this whole fishing thing. Aaaannndd… you said this’ll somehow help us in training to get ready for our match this week and for our matches in the future.”
“Yeah grandpa, you know how bad we were with stuff like this when we were kids. It totes did not end well – for us or anyone involved.”
There was a slight look of disappointment on Grandpa Clark’s face but that quickly changed as he flashed the girls a smile. In return, that gave the Clark Sisters enough confidence to try this thing out.
“You worry too much girls. Plus, I haven’t spent time with my girls in so long. I know Bates takes good care of you guys. And he better be. I gave him a few days off so that you girls can spend more time with us. But trust me, doing this will teach you something.”
“Always up for a good lesson, grandpa.”
I roll my eyes after I hear Callie say that. She puts on a big smile after she sees me do it, which agitates me even more.
“Very good, Callie. Now girls, you already know what to do. Just pull back on this retractor holding the thread, pull back the fishing rod, and release – like so.”
I like how my 74-year-old grandfather can make things like this look easy while young upstarts like Callie and myself look like the most uncoordinated sisters in the world. Even so, we loved our grandpa so much that we’d try anything to spend some quality time with him.
Callie was up first. She has a stern look on her face but I knew it was all for show. There was no way that she was going to pull this off. She always does this. She does this and hopes that I come in and help her out. Sadly, I can’t help her out this time because the art of fishing escapes me as well. She’s all on her own. And well, I’m already laughing in my mind. Callie takes the fishing rod in her hands. She examines it for longer than anyone should before grandpa finally put her hands and pretty much did everything for her. All she had to do now was pull back and release. And boy, did she release alright. As soon as she released, the fishing rod went flying over the deck. I swear, the face she made was hilarious. It was like she had farted loudly in a quiet room but didn’t want anyone to know it was her. She looked at grandpa immediately, who was looking at his fishing rod that was going towards the bottom of the ocean floor.
Just then, grandpa let out a hearty laugh. He was laughing so much that he doubled over, using the boat’s side railing to keep him on his feet. His laugh was contagious. So much so that we started laughing as well. Oh man, this was a good time. After several minutes, grandpa’s laughter died down enough for him to speak.
“You see, this is the lesson right here girls.”
With smiles still on our faces, we looked at our grandpa. Interested in what he had to teach us this time.
“The lesson is… to have fun. I’ve already told you girls that I don’t watch many of your matches but from what I can tell, what you do in the ring resembles a sport. And in sports, sometimes, people forget to have fun. Gabi, you especially, you are one competitive gal, and that’s what I like about you. But sometimes, you forget to have fun.”
Grandpa wasn’t wrong. Having fun since being in WZCW wasn’t always on my mind. I had other things in mind such as fame, fortune, and all the glory.
“Now, I guess we’ll be skipping fishing as I don't want any more of my fishing rods to go missing and move onto other fun stuff I have planned. But first, let me go check on grandma. The chefs will be making us some dessert at the bow. So meet us there and we’ll continue this having fun.”
Again, my grandpa knew just what we needed. He gave us the sweetest smile before kissing us on the forehead then leaving to go check on grandma.
“Thank god grandpa put a stop to all this. If he let me go, my fishing rod would’ve totes ended up in the water right next to yours. Like, that would’ve been so embarrassing.”
“Yeah, you’re lucky grandpa likes his fishing rods. I think that fishing rod I just threw in the water cost $400.”
We both chuckle at that before heading towards the bow. Here, Chef Gerald, our chef of many years was preparing desserts for us. We sat in front of him as he gave us a live show. Chef Gerald didn’t say much. He’d much rather speak with his cooking skills.
It was always a good time with our grandparents. Not gonna lie, we acted way more polite than usual, because hey, they’re our grandparents. They worked hard for everything they have and gave us a lot of everything we currently had too. However, the match with Matt Tastic never escaped my mind all throughout this trip. Matt Tastic just got inducted into the Hall of Fame and has won many accolades in his career. Not gonna lie, my resting bitch face is not gonna be enough to topple Tastic.
I watched as Chef Gerald began plating the crème brulee, the precision it took to make everything perfect. Chef Gerald was a master at his craft. With the combination of my resting bitch face and ju-bitch-su, it might be enough to overcome the challenge that Tastic offers. But I’m gonna need more than that. Unlike Chef Gerald, Tastic has lost a step or two. He wasn’t the same after all that has happened to him. Tastic is a has been. And boy, he was a lot of has beens. A one trick pony if you will. His accolades are forgettable and none really stand out. You could say he owed his success to Mikey Stormrage or defeating low level opponents like Johnny Scumm. There was a reason for everything Tastic had accomplished. None of which was accomplished by himself.
There was a rage in me that always seemed to show up a little late. But it was there nonetheless. To this day, Tastic is my greatest challenge yet but that’s not really saying much when you’ve seen the quality of opponents I’ve recently had. I watched as Chef Gerald was crisping the surface of the crème brulee. The charred areas to me - tasted the best. In more ways than one, Chef Gerald has taught me many things just by watching him. His continuous art of food showed me that I had to be consistent in everything I do. If there’s one thing I can do – it’s consistently bitch about something
But that’s not what’s going to put me over Tastic.Crème brulee was not the only dessert Chef Gerald had in store for us. Before long, he began plating our favorite dessert ever – ice cream. He already knew that I liked Cookies and Cream and Callie liked Black Raspberry. You see, it’s that consistency again. Seeing ice cream get plated before my eyes reminded me of the layers that I currently posses. There’s more to me than just a pretty face and being able to kick ass. Something inside of me longs for something more. Something that’ll satisfy the need of competition or the need to be better. The bigger the challenge, the more I am hyped up to conquer that challenge. This week, Matt Tastic poses that challenge. I’m too full of pride to admit that I am worried. There was always worry that accompanied this feeling.
I have the longing for everything in my life to be perfect. Who doesn’t right? But right now, Matt Tastic is threatening that perfection. Which means, there’s only one thing I can do. I’m gonna go into the disgusting city of Chicago, enter the United Center, and beat the living daylights out of Tastic. I’m gonna remind Tastic that he doesn’t possess the precision in the ring that he once had. I’m gonna remind him that he isn’t fully of layers like I am and that he is an easy book to read. But most of all, I’m gonna remind him why it was a mistake to come back. Especially to come back against an opponent like myself. Like I said earlier, I have a longing to keep things perfect and Tastic currently poses a threat to that. And you know what we do to threats? WE TAKE CARE OF IT.
Before long, grandma and grandpa finally join us on the bow as Chef Gerald begins serving us crème brulee and ice cream. I cast off Tastic from my mind as I enjoy this moment that can only be described with one word – PERFECT.
“Now this, this is perfect.”
With that, Callie nods her head in agreement. Smiles all around as we bask in one of the few perfect moments in our lives.
I forgot. How do you do this?
4 months. It feels like an eternity. Like years went by. As if I grew older and older. Generations passed, the faces changed. But the name was still the same:
WZCW
What now?
Date--May 1st
Its a scene of seeming total pandemonium in Matt Tastic's home island of Puerto Rico. Since Matt's last match, economic issues have flared up. Government fraud has been rampant. The people want answers and responsibility to be taken. So they staged a large scale protest. Riots broke out. Vandalism ran through. Spiderman showed up.
I wish I was kidding about that. And me. Matt Tastic. I was just....... in a bank. Granpa wanted to withdraw money. It became needlessly complicated. We were brought to the central offices. At the 14th floor. If you're wondering why, well....... He's not used to touchscreens. Nor is he used to the machine sucking up the card. So he freaked. And broke an ATM. Or ATH as they're called here. Thankfully since it was broad daylight, they just assumed he was senile and not trying to rob it. But my Kingdom Come pay-per-view bonus I hadn't used, found use. There goes that expensive romper I wanted.
Granpa: I just don't see why the card was sucked. Or why the machine didn't have buttons. Es el diablo! I wanted my money. Normally, I just kept it under my mattress. But SOMEBODY insisted I deposited in a bank. I don't trust them. See why?
Matt: Funny how your spine re-aligned with ease right after you deposited so many one's. The ATH is paid for, just apologize so we can go, were doing this in the middle of a freakin' coup d'etat. This is--
As I bitched about things, the most absurd scene unfolded as FREAKIN' SPIDERMAN swinged by the building holding a Puertorican flag. It's as ridiculous as it sounds. And legit. Seriously, check the news.
Matt: WHAT IN THE FUCK!?! WE NEED TO GO!! LIKE NOW!
I grabbed Granpa, furiously bowing to the clerk in apology before dragging this senior citizen with a catheter and pacemaker to his name out of the building. No one accused me of being careful. But it's too late and by the time I reached outside, it was pandemonium. People just making a total fuzz. But worse off. Some spotted me. And to my personal shock, recognized me.
I hadn't bothered shaving or getting a haircut, let alone brushing it since Kingdom Come. What was the point? I was taking time off. I wasn't on TV. I was just relaxing. Why keep appearances up? Guess I was recognizable enough. And I was in a bank tied to all the political nonsense. Maybe the money should've stayed under the mattress. They broke down the windows. Which were gigantic and pretty much were the entire wall. Clearly an idiot designed this building. He never heard the glass house expression, because the people did in fact throw stones.
Citizens: "Sell out!" "Corporate shill!" "You turned on your country!" "Fucking weeb!"
At least one of them was true. I simply lost the will to fight. These people saw it in various ways. But the main one was as an act of cowardice. All in all, they branded me alongside men who laundered millions of dollars. That kinda sucks. It was a grim reminder of how people see me and other public figures. I did nothing. And now pay for it. It sounds silly. Unless you see through those 4 months. While others struggled, while these people rebelled and WZCW marched on, I did nothing. And sometimes, that can be seen as worse than doing something bad.
Date--May 5
I decided to return to WZCW a couple of days later. Something happened the day of that riot that struck a cord with me. Words of inspiration that I needed to hear. To get off my ass and just do something with myself. I rested. I refreshed myself. But I didn't know me leaving had such horrifying consequences. I was in an office. Talking to a frenemy. If that is a real word. I don't know the lingo these days. I punched a guy who said I was "lit".
Becky: We don't always see eye to eye but it's nice to see you back here, Matt. You've been around for so long, it's just weird not to have you around. What brings you?
Matt: I guess nostalgia. Its been like 4 months, I just took my ball and went home. I was sitting in the house, doing nothing and actually enjoying it at first. But after a while, it felt empty. Mundane. It's weird, really. I lived a circus life so long, normal life felt weirder to live.
Becky: Well, you're still young. You just got burned out. You deserved a break. I know I deserved one from you.
Matt: You've come a long way, Becky. You used to be this ditzy girl with a mic. But now you're a strong businesswoman with an edge and a sense of responsibility. Troubles aside, that's just awesome.
Becky turns around having a slight blush in her face. Truth be told, its like watching a younger, troublesome sister mature and graduate school. It's probably why I can talk to her so freely. The familiarity. But that doesn't last long. Something goes wrong. A match comes up, we watch from a monitor. It's Mikey vs Keaton.
Matt: Oh, Mikey. What's he been up to these days?
Becky: You haven't been watching?
Matt: No. Why?
Becky: Oh.
Dread seemed to fill her face with my answer. She seemed to know something. And the second Mikey reached the ring, it became clear. As I saw my best friend attacked with a chair. Viciously, this punk kid started hitting him. As security tried to stop him, he made his threat. Claiming protection under WZCW president Kenneth Banks, that second I realized, she knew.
Matt: You knew. You knew they'd attack him.
Becky: ...........
Matt: Becky, I get that it's your job. But he's your responsibility.
Becky: I am not to interfere when Mr. Banks is in charge of something. He's endorsed Vis Imperium. They're his responsibility.
As the talk goes on, the match actually takes place, Mikey in grave conditions. I turned to Becky. Confused. At her.
Matt: You could've told me. You could've told him. You could've stopped him.
Becky: We both know why that wouldn't be a good idea for me. I trust he can take care of himself. Same way I did with you.
Matt: I'm going.
Becky: No, you're not. That's trespassing. And you're not a contracted wrestler.
Matt: BECKY!!
Becky: Why did you come back?
This story has gotten so serious after starting out so goofy. It may just get goofier and be all jarring. But it's the truth. The date was May 1st. As those riots were going on. People marching, destroying, just making noise. You can wonder, like I did, just why. Why make such a mess. Thing is, my home wants a change. Broken by debt that was out of their hands, watching the people in charge do whatever they please. It wasn't clear to me at first. But then in the news, as reporters just talked about the chaos, as a sea of people moved, this man, this one single, solitary man, bushy hair, dirty look, just came out of the mob. He stood in front of the camera and said "......... Batata?" and extended said item in front of the camera, before marching on.
4 months. It feels like an eternity. Like years went by. As if I grew older and older. Generations passed, the faces changed. But the name was still the same:
WZCW
What now?
Date--May 1st
Its a scene of seeming total pandemonium in Matt Tastic's home island of Puerto Rico. Since Matt's last match, economic issues have flared up. Government fraud has been rampant. The people want answers and responsibility to be taken. So they staged a large scale protest. Riots broke out. Vandalism ran through. Spiderman showed up.
I wish I was kidding about that. And me. Matt Tastic. I was just....... in a bank. Granpa wanted to withdraw money. It became needlessly complicated. We were brought to the central offices. At the 14th floor. If you're wondering why, well....... He's not used to touchscreens. Nor is he used to the machine sucking up the card. So he freaked. And broke an ATM. Or ATH as they're called here. Thankfully since it was broad daylight, they just assumed he was senile and not trying to rob it. But my Kingdom Come pay-per-view bonus I hadn't used, found use. There goes that expensive romper I wanted.
Granpa: I just don't see why the card was sucked. Or why the machine didn't have buttons. Es el diablo! I wanted my money. Normally, I just kept it under my mattress. But SOMEBODY insisted I deposited in a bank. I don't trust them. See why?
Matt: Funny how your spine re-aligned with ease right after you deposited so many one's. The ATH is paid for, just apologize so we can go, were doing this in the middle of a freakin' coup d'etat. This is--
As I bitched about things, the most absurd scene unfolded as FREAKIN' SPIDERMAN swinged by the building holding a Puertorican flag. It's as ridiculous as it sounds. And legit. Seriously, check the news.
Matt: WHAT IN THE FUCK!?! WE NEED TO GO!! LIKE NOW!
I grabbed Granpa, furiously bowing to the clerk in apology before dragging this senior citizen with a catheter and pacemaker to his name out of the building. No one accused me of being careful. But it's too late and by the time I reached outside, it was pandemonium. People just making a total fuzz. But worse off. Some spotted me. And to my personal shock, recognized me.
I hadn't bothered shaving or getting a haircut, let alone brushing it since Kingdom Come. What was the point? I was taking time off. I wasn't on TV. I was just relaxing. Why keep appearances up? Guess I was recognizable enough. And I was in a bank tied to all the political nonsense. Maybe the money should've stayed under the mattress. They broke down the windows. Which were gigantic and pretty much were the entire wall. Clearly an idiot designed this building. He never heard the glass house expression, because the people did in fact throw stones.
Citizens: "Sell out!" "Corporate shill!" "You turned on your country!" "Fucking weeb!"
At least one of them was true. I simply lost the will to fight. These people saw it in various ways. But the main one was as an act of cowardice. All in all, they branded me alongside men who laundered millions of dollars. That kinda sucks. It was a grim reminder of how people see me and other public figures. I did nothing. And now pay for it. It sounds silly. Unless you see through those 4 months. While others struggled, while these people rebelled and WZCW marched on, I did nothing. And sometimes, that can be seen as worse than doing something bad.
Date--May 5
I decided to return to WZCW a couple of days later. Something happened the day of that riot that struck a cord with me. Words of inspiration that I needed to hear. To get off my ass and just do something with myself. I rested. I refreshed myself. But I didn't know me leaving had such horrifying consequences. I was in an office. Talking to a frenemy. If that is a real word. I don't know the lingo these days. I punched a guy who said I was "lit".
Becky: We don't always see eye to eye but it's nice to see you back here, Matt. You've been around for so long, it's just weird not to have you around. What brings you?
Matt: I guess nostalgia. Its been like 4 months, I just took my ball and went home. I was sitting in the house, doing nothing and actually enjoying it at first. But after a while, it felt empty. Mundane. It's weird, really. I lived a circus life so long, normal life felt weirder to live.
Becky: Well, you're still young. You just got burned out. You deserved a break. I know I deserved one from you.
Matt: You've come a long way, Becky. You used to be this ditzy girl with a mic. But now you're a strong businesswoman with an edge and a sense of responsibility. Troubles aside, that's just awesome.
Becky turns around having a slight blush in her face. Truth be told, its like watching a younger, troublesome sister mature and graduate school. It's probably why I can talk to her so freely. The familiarity. But that doesn't last long. Something goes wrong. A match comes up, we watch from a monitor. It's Mikey vs Keaton.
Matt: Oh, Mikey. What's he been up to these days?
Becky: You haven't been watching?
Matt: No. Why?
Becky: Oh.
Dread seemed to fill her face with my answer. She seemed to know something. And the second Mikey reached the ring, it became clear. As I saw my best friend attacked with a chair. Viciously, this punk kid started hitting him. As security tried to stop him, he made his threat. Claiming protection under WZCW president Kenneth Banks, that second I realized, she knew.
Matt: You knew. You knew they'd attack him.
Becky: ...........
Matt: Becky, I get that it's your job. But he's your responsibility.
Becky: I am not to interfere when Mr. Banks is in charge of something. He's endorsed Vis Imperium. They're his responsibility.
As the talk goes on, the match actually takes place, Mikey in grave conditions. I turned to Becky. Confused. At her.
Matt: You could've told me. You could've told him. You could've stopped him.
Becky: We both know why that wouldn't be a good idea for me. I trust he can take care of himself. Same way I did with you.
Matt: I'm going.
Becky: No, you're not. That's trespassing. And you're not a contracted wrestler.
Matt: BECKY!!
Becky: Why did you come back?
This story has gotten so serious after starting out so goofy. It may just get goofier and be all jarring. But it's the truth. The date was May 1st. As those riots were going on. People marching, destroying, just making noise. You can wonder, like I did, just why. Why make such a mess. Thing is, my home wants a change. Broken by debt that was out of their hands, watching the people in charge do whatever they please. It wasn't clear to me at first. But then in the news, as reporters just talked about the chaos, as a sea of people moved, this man, this one single, solitary man, bushy hair, dirty look, just came out of the mob. He stood in front of the camera and said "......... Batata?" and extended said item in front of the camera, before marching on.
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A root vegetable. On his fucking hand. It was the most ridiculous thing I ever saw. But that's when it hit me. He did something. It didn't have to be anything pre-planned. Nothing too well thought out. He grabbed a piece of food, stood in front of the camera and simply did something. It made an impact. It made a statement. That change doesn't come from sitting down and doing nothing. But for me, it wasn't a matter of change. I wasn't looking for a coup d'etat or anything. I just saw what me leaving did. The change it caused. As I saw my best friend suffer. And I wasn't there for him. I realized that second, I couldn't just do nothing. I had to do something. Anything. Anything at all. And after expositing to Becky.....
Becky: Here.
She lays a contract on the desk and hands me a pen.
Becky: It's bare pay, but I'm sure a cheap guy like you can make due. Plus I'm sure you'll do good merch sales. You always do. Sign it. What you do is none of my business. I'm simply signing an expensive talent at a more economic price.
Kinda silly. Me talking about an economic crisis. Here I am taking a pay cut. But I had no time to waste. Mikey needed me. I was gone and did nothing while others stayed and fought. I owe it to them. I owe it to him.
Matt: Thanks.
I did read the contract. I've seen enough TV. Even if technically, that kind of stuff doesn't hold in court. With my name on the dotted line, I returned. And made my way out of the office.
Becky: Stagehand, cue Matt Tastic's theme song.
I overhear that as I ran off. As I made my way to the Gorilla position, I heard it. "Together As One". I heard the people. But all I saw was the light. And I ran towards it.
I was too late.
Mikey was beaten. Injured. In need of medical attention by the time I got there. I couldn't help but feel horrified. That had I moved just one second quicker, he would be fine. But he wasn't. And I can't change that. Mikey. My best friend. Hurt. I wasn't there for him. I saw the man who did it. Mark Keaton. But I couldn't feel anger. Something I've always had. The fire in me wasn't burning. I just felt disappointment. In my self. As he was being carried in the ambulance, I turned to Mikey. He was in pain. But he said some words of encouragement.
Mikey: Live Mas.
My eyes swelled.
Date--May 6
I was back on the road. In a hotel, close to the hospital. Mikey had told me to do what I had to to get back to the top. To forget about him. How could I? He said that, but I didn't feel like I let him down. I felt like I let myself down. I needed to make up for it. Then I got the call. It was Becky.
Matt: Yeah?
Becky: Matt. I just wanted to let you know. You're entered in the Gold Rush Tournament.
Matt: Is Keaton in it?
Becky: Yes. But please, don't mess things up.
Mess things up she says. A man injured my best friend. Left him laying. And I'm supposed to stay calm. Though, surprisingly, I am. I've been in this game long enough. And my dealings with The Elite has taught me, play carefully. Though being honest. The fact that I'm alone worries me.
Matt: Success is the best revenge, Becky. Thanks. A lot.
Becky: I'm sorry.
She felt genuinely apologetic. But it's not my place to talk down to her for letting herself be twisted by corporate politics. She knows what she's doing. I on the other hand....... Don't. I'm just looking for revenge. But too mad at myself to figure out how.
Matt: ............Who's my first opponent? Is it Keaton?
Becky: No. It's Gabi Clark.
A new girl. Guess I'm not letting my anger out any time soon. She hasn't done anything wrong. I don't know what I'll do. But I had to go past her. I had nothing against her. A quirky rich girl. It's funny, actually. I won this tournament last year. I'm in it again. But it almost feels like winning it is secondary for me. In it to stop another person. But Mikey's words about me succeeding, I just couldn't ignore them. I'd have to beat this Gabi girl. But I'd have to be an idiot to take her lightly. I can't say much about her. Barely know her. It's a prelim tournament match. What am I supposed to do? Cut a promo on her? And say what?
Matt: ............ Tell her something for me.
Becky: What?
Matt: There's always next year.
The question now is, are those words towards her. Or myself. One thing was for sure. One thing I had to do.
A root vegetable. On his fucking hand. It was the most ridiculous thing I ever saw. But that's when it hit me. He did something. It didn't have to be anything pre-planned. Nothing too well thought out. He grabbed a piece of food, stood in front of the camera and simply did something. It made an impact. It made a statement. That change doesn't come from sitting down and doing nothing. But for me, it wasn't a matter of change. I wasn't looking for a coup d'etat or anything. I just saw what me leaving did. The change it caused. As I saw my best friend suffer. And I wasn't there for him. I realized that second, I couldn't just do nothing. I had to do something. Anything. Anything at all. And after expositing to Becky.....
Becky: Here.
She lays a contract on the desk and hands me a pen.
Becky: It's bare pay, but I'm sure a cheap guy like you can make due. Plus I'm sure you'll do good merch sales. You always do. Sign it. What you do is none of my business. I'm simply signing an expensive talent at a more economic price.
Kinda silly. Me talking about an economic crisis. Here I am taking a pay cut. But I had no time to waste. Mikey needed me. I was gone and did nothing while others stayed and fought. I owe it to them. I owe it to him.
Matt: Thanks.
I did read the contract. I've seen enough TV. Even if technically, that kind of stuff doesn't hold in court. With my name on the dotted line, I returned. And made my way out of the office.
Becky: Stagehand, cue Matt Tastic's theme song.
I overhear that as I ran off. As I made my way to the Gorilla position, I heard it. "Together As One". I heard the people. But all I saw was the light. And I ran towards it.
I was too late.
Mikey was beaten. Injured. In need of medical attention by the time I got there. I couldn't help but feel horrified. That had I moved just one second quicker, he would be fine. But he wasn't. And I can't change that. Mikey. My best friend. Hurt. I wasn't there for him. I saw the man who did it. Mark Keaton. But I couldn't feel anger. Something I've always had. The fire in me wasn't burning. I just felt disappointment. In my self. As he was being carried in the ambulance, I turned to Mikey. He was in pain. But he said some words of encouragement.
Mikey: Live Mas.
My eyes swelled.
Date--May 6
I was back on the road. In a hotel, close to the hospital. Mikey had told me to do what I had to to get back to the top. To forget about him. How could I? He said that, but I didn't feel like I let him down. I felt like I let myself down. I needed to make up for it. Then I got the call. It was Becky.
Matt: Yeah?
Becky: Matt. I just wanted to let you know. You're entered in the Gold Rush Tournament.
Matt: Is Keaton in it?
Becky: Yes. But please, don't mess things up.
Mess things up she says. A man injured my best friend. Left him laying. And I'm supposed to stay calm. Though, surprisingly, I am. I've been in this game long enough. And my dealings with The Elite has taught me, play carefully. Though being honest. The fact that I'm alone worries me.
Matt: Success is the best revenge, Becky. Thanks. A lot.
Becky: I'm sorry.
She felt genuinely apologetic. But it's not my place to talk down to her for letting herself be twisted by corporate politics. She knows what she's doing. I on the other hand....... Don't. I'm just looking for revenge. But too mad at myself to figure out how.
Matt: ............Who's my first opponent? Is it Keaton?
Becky: No. It's Gabi Clark.
A new girl. Guess I'm not letting my anger out any time soon. She hasn't done anything wrong. I don't know what I'll do. But I had to go past her. I had nothing against her. A quirky rich girl. It's funny, actually. I won this tournament last year. I'm in it again. But it almost feels like winning it is secondary for me. In it to stop another person. But Mikey's words about me succeeding, I just couldn't ignore them. I'd have to beat this Gabi girl. But I'd have to be an idiot to take her lightly. I can't say much about her. Barely know her. It's a prelim tournament match. What am I supposed to do? Cut a promo on her? And say what?
Matt: ............ Tell her something for me.
Becky: What?
Matt: There's always next year.
The question now is, are those words towards her. Or myself. One thing was for sure. One thing I had to do.
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