"Congratulations, Matt Tastic. You will be part of the WZCW Hall Of Fame, class of 2016."
They say it as if it was over. They say it as if I was done. With such definition. So simple. As if it was a participation medal. That's what I was thinking that night. When they gave me this plaque. It had my name written down, my accomplishments emblazoned. My years of service. All written in stone. Or metal. Whatever this thing is. It was the epitome of many years of hardship. Blood. Loses. Injuries. And so much more. I fought for it all. I got this plaque. It was an unusual emptiness what I felt that night. It's not even that I was mad or disappointed or anything, but for years I would win titles, hold them over my head and other people would fight me for them. Now I just got this object to hang in a wall. No one's fighting me over it. No one wants to take it. It's just...... Weird. An odd prize for a fighter to get.
"By the way, if we can just get your finger measured for your ring."
I am not getting married.
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It's been a couple of days since that night. I..... I haven't even gone home yet so I'm parading around with this big square. I can't eat it, it's not a chocolate bar or something. But, things have to be done.
Matt is answering his phone. As he speaks to none other than Granpa.
Matt:Right. I appreciate you being so grateful for me, but this damn thing is a pain to drag around. UPS won't ship it because they "can't go" to remote places. OK? Well, how else do I send it? Messenger pigeon? ..........A swallow? They can't carry it. No, Granpa. It doesn't matter if it's European or African. Now as for........ My head? Yeah. My head is fine after the Lottery. I......... Yeah, I do seem to get beat up by those guys a lot. But I do not care about them. Because you know what? I saw something the night of the Lottery. Yeah. When I was at the doctor's that night, I saw something on the desk............ Well, listen to this. It was about Ramparte. Yeah. My partner last week's old partner. The one who got attacked, yeah. Well-
As Matt exploits about his peculiar finding, someone knocks on the hotel door. Banging about room service, Matt's thought process is interrupted as he turns to the door.
Matt: WHAT~!?
Doorman: Delivery for Matt Tastic~!
Matt: It's probably my lunch. I gotta go, Granpa. I'll tell you about it soon. But I'm not done with the Flex Mussel guy. Bye.
Matt hangs his phone and heads to the door to answer it. But when he opens it, he finds out it's not a pizza waiting for him. It's a box from WZCW HQ. Which Matt takes. As he sits on the bed, he thinks about recent happenings. Hurt in the head, the attacks by the Hollow Ones and whatever Flex Mussel is doing. Matt does not trust the man. Believing him to be hiding something but Flex not willing to say what it is. But there is this box he got. He opens it. And in it is all sort of decorations. Gold encrusted merch and stuff. And an envelope he opens revealing a letter with several tickets.
"Matt Tastic, you are here by announced as a member of 2017- Yada yada yada, here's several complimentary tickets."
Matt looks at the tickets. It still doesn't set in that this is all happening. It all feels so bizarre. Alien to Matt. Who only know that he has to fight and win. Nothing about awards. Just title. But as he's thinking about that, his phone rings. A text message.
"Matt Tastic you are scheduled to face Blackjack Theron at Meltdown 136"
Matt is to face Theron. "Cool", Matt thinks to himself. Suddenly that feeling of confusion toward his Hall Of Fame announcement, dislike towards The Hollow One's and Flex Mussel, turns to near disturbing glee. As a smile crept up on Matt's face. It processed through his head. Like clockwork. Defeat Theron, place himself in the title picture. Become the second ever Eurasian Champion. Ironically enough, it was Showtime who did that first, dethroning Matt himself. To him it was a poetic irony. But that long, elaborate plan had to be executed first. Defeating Theron is just one building block. But enough to motivate him. It also makes him forget about Flex Mussel. And what Matt seems to have seen the night if Lethal Lottery.
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It's been a couple of days and Matt is still lugging around the plaque he got. Since the announcement, he's been stuck with media appearances and filming content. It's a real drag as Matt's thoughts linger on one thing. A victory over Theron. Sure, he may have beef with Flex and The Hollow One's. He feels there's things between Flex and Ramparte left unchecked. Matt with his old buddy Mikey Stormrage dethroned them and that set them to ultimately split up. But Matt's a wrestler. A fighter and the idea of combat excites him far more than any of that or this Hall Of Fame stuff as he's made to sit in a fancy suit. He at least gets to wear shades and a trucker hat to preserve some of his hick islander side.
Stacey Madison:Matt Tastic, it was announced that you would be inducted into the 2017 Hall Of Fame I have to announce how you feel about all that. It must be an overwhelming sensation.
Matt: Yeah, yeah. I am whelmed. I mean I'm overwhelmed...............................................................................................................................
Stacey: ..................OK? So who do you feel should induct you into the Hall Of Fame? Will it be your longtime associate and best friend, Mikey Stormrage? Or do you have someone else in mind? Maybe a past rival like Gordito or Rush.
Matt:Hm. Yeah. Sounds, sounds pretty good.
Stacey:........................John Smith.
Matt:HOLY FUCK, WHERE?!? WHERE?!? ......... Stacey, that's not funny. I still have nightmares about that gu-lad-creature.
Stacey: Then explain to me what's wrong because you seem zoned out. Is it Flex Mussel that's the problem? Twice over, he's seemed to rub you the wrong way.
Matt: Gross, no. Listen, nothing's wrong with me. I got a big award for being here a really really long time and doing a lot of things. That's great. But my mind isn't on any of that. I fight, Stacey. And you know this. It's what got me through the past, how many? 2010, 2011, 2012, 2013, 2014, 2015, 2016, I am 2 months shy of my seventh year straight in this company. I took three months off to heal my back and that's all the free time I've ever had. The plaque and the ceremony, all that stuff is nice and all. But I really don't care for it. I can't defend that plaque like a title. I can't lose my Hall Of Fame status unless I commit some horrible act. I have two fists and I'm here to use them, Stace. Period.
Stacey: Then I suppose your eyes are on Theron.
Matt: Of course. He's an opponent I've never really faced. If I have, I can't remember. He's also set to challenge Titus for the Eurasian title at Kingdom Come. If he wins the title and I have a win over him, We've done this math equation before. And besides, a victory is a victory. I've been distracted 2015, Stacey. That plaque has all my accomplishments written and it may be set in steel but my career isn't over. It's not set in stone. So as long as there's a match to win, titles to be won, I'll continue. This award is nice and I appreciate it, but it's not my cup of tea. Theron, I'm Delivering Kickassery. And then I'll worry about Flex.