Post by Deleted on Jun 14, 2017 14:38:42 GMT -5
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“Rematch”
The word dripped from the lips of Matthew Shields as he sat in the corner of a small white room. He clutched his legs to his chest as he rocked back and forth.
“Rematch”
Shields stared straight ahead as he rocked back and forth.
“REMATCH!”
This time the word came as a loud scream, but still he continued rocking back and forth as he stared forward at the wall in front of him. Kayla stood to the side, her hand in front of her mouth as her eyes welled up not knowing what to do, she paced back and forth before running her hands through her hair nervously.
“Matt!, can you hear me?. MATTHEW??!?!”
She stopped near him and dropped down to her knees next to him reaching out to lightly touch his face.
“Rematch”
Matt kept looking straight ahead as a hand was placed on Kayla’s shoulder.
“Still no change, Ms. Richards. Maybe we should talk out in the hall.”
The older white haired doctor smiled down at Kayla, trying his best to keep her calm. Kayla stepped out into the hall with him, her eyes darting sideways to Matt and back again checking on him. She closed her eyes shaking her head before calming herself to speak in a small soft tone.
“What’s happened?. I don’t understand I mean the whole King thing, the fantasy world he crafted for himself. It wasn’t healthy but it was something. This….I don’t understand this….”
The doctor took a deep breath as he looked up at her over his glasses.
“He was wrapped up in that persona, in the title. Losing the title caused a… a break in his psyche. I got copies of his previous scans and compared them to the new ones. They’re very similar, but I noticed a slight anomaly. His pre frontal cortex was damaged previously, That damage has all but subsided, but there was a difference. It was almost as if it shut down. It didn’t, but the activity was very limited.”
Kayla shakes her head again and rubs her temples looking down.
“So, basically losing the title broke him and he’s a barely functioning human being?”
She grits her teeth and gets in the doctors face, a tear streaming down from one eye.
“You fix him, I can’t….I can’t marry a potato….you have to fix him….please…..”
She shakes and slides against the wall dropping down into a sitting position with her legs pulled to her chest.
“REMATCH!”
Matt screams again as the doctor looks down at Kayla.
“Ms. Richards, this might not be something that can be fixed. Medicine and technology can only do so much. Honestly, him coming through this, is something that he might have to fix. While we can see how his brain is functioning, we can’t know exactly what is going on in his mind.”
The doctor places his hand on Kayla’s shoulder again and tries to reassure her with a gentle pat before he walks away. Inside the small room, Matt blinks rapidly, then his eyes start to slowly flutter as he's trying to stay awake. His head falls as his eyes close and finally he drifts off to sleep.
"Wake up motherfucker"
Matt lets out a groan as his eyes slowly open. In front of him is a somewhat large figure. After a few blinks, his eyes adjust and he looks up to see
"Samuel L. Jackson?"
"That's who I look like, ain't it motherfucker?"
"What the... what are you doing here? Wait, where the hell is here?'
"We in your god damn mind."
"My mind?"
"Yea, apparently losing to that motherfucker Yujiro, caused some kind of weird psychotic break, so now we gotta fix your honkey ass."
Matt starts laughing as he looks at Samuel L. Jackson, but stops when he sees that he isn't laughing.
"Wait a minute, how in the fuck did I lose to Yujiro?"
"How the hell should I know? You get that I'm not even real, right motherfucker? I'm only here because you know that cracka ass motherfuckers always want a reassuring black man to explain shit."
"If that was true, you would be Morgan Freeman. Or James Earl Jones. Or maybe Sidney Poitier."
"This is your fucked up head, not mine."
"Alright, so how the hell do I fix things or whatever."
"Crazy ass mind trip through time, obviously."
"That makes no sense at all. What is that gonna solve."
"Motherfucker, we go back to other low points in your life, see what they got in common and work through some fucking shit. You think this the first time shit's been bad for you? Hell naw."
"That seems like a lot of work. Since I know what's wrong, can't I just suppress it and move on?"
"Motherfucker, you been sitting in a god damned corner muttering rematch to yourself for like two hours, then you fell asleep because you was exhausted. That ain't shit you can push down. Now come on, we going back to the day your parents split."
"Oh fuck me."
Matt sighs and shakes his head as a simple white doorway shows up.
"Really, we're gonna go with the doorway thing? I get it, my bedroom door when I was a kid. You know what brain, eat a dick."
Matt grabs the door handle and pushes it open.
“Rematch”
The word dripped from the lips of Matthew Shields as he sat in the corner of a small white room. He clutched his legs to his chest as he rocked back and forth.
“Rematch”
Shields stared straight ahead as he rocked back and forth.
“REMATCH!”
This time the word came as a loud scream, but still he continued rocking back and forth as he stared forward at the wall in front of him. Kayla stood to the side, her hand in front of her mouth as her eyes welled up not knowing what to do, she paced back and forth before running her hands through her hair nervously.
“Matt!, can you hear me?. MATTHEW??!?!”
She stopped near him and dropped down to her knees next to him reaching out to lightly touch his face.
“Rematch”
Matt kept looking straight ahead as a hand was placed on Kayla’s shoulder.
“Still no change, Ms. Richards. Maybe we should talk out in the hall.”
The older white haired doctor smiled down at Kayla, trying his best to keep her calm. Kayla stepped out into the hall with him, her eyes darting sideways to Matt and back again checking on him. She closed her eyes shaking her head before calming herself to speak in a small soft tone.
“What’s happened?. I don’t understand I mean the whole King thing, the fantasy world he crafted for himself. It wasn’t healthy but it was something. This….I don’t understand this….”
The doctor took a deep breath as he looked up at her over his glasses.
“He was wrapped up in that persona, in the title. Losing the title caused a… a break in his psyche. I got copies of his previous scans and compared them to the new ones. They’re very similar, but I noticed a slight anomaly. His pre frontal cortex was damaged previously, That damage has all but subsided, but there was a difference. It was almost as if it shut down. It didn’t, but the activity was very limited.”
Kayla shakes her head again and rubs her temples looking down.
“So, basically losing the title broke him and he’s a barely functioning human being?”
She grits her teeth and gets in the doctors face, a tear streaming down from one eye.
“You fix him, I can’t….I can’t marry a potato….you have to fix him….please…..”
She shakes and slides against the wall dropping down into a sitting position with her legs pulled to her chest.
“REMATCH!”
Matt screams again as the doctor looks down at Kayla.
“Ms. Richards, this might not be something that can be fixed. Medicine and technology can only do so much. Honestly, him coming through this, is something that he might have to fix. While we can see how his brain is functioning, we can’t know exactly what is going on in his mind.”
The doctor places his hand on Kayla’s shoulder again and tries to reassure her with a gentle pat before he walks away. Inside the small room, Matt blinks rapidly, then his eyes start to slowly flutter as he's trying to stay awake. His head falls as his eyes close and finally he drifts off to sleep.
"Wake up motherfucker"
Matt lets out a groan as his eyes slowly open. In front of him is a somewhat large figure. After a few blinks, his eyes adjust and he looks up to see
"Samuel L. Jackson?"
"That's who I look like, ain't it motherfucker?"
"What the... what are you doing here? Wait, where the hell is here?'
"We in your god damn mind."
"My mind?"
"Yea, apparently losing to that motherfucker Yujiro, caused some kind of weird psychotic break, so now we gotta fix your honkey ass."
Matt starts laughing as he looks at Samuel L. Jackson, but stops when he sees that he isn't laughing.
"Wait a minute, how in the fuck did I lose to Yujiro?"
"How the hell should I know? You get that I'm not even real, right motherfucker? I'm only here because you know that cracka ass motherfuckers always want a reassuring black man to explain shit."
"If that was true, you would be Morgan Freeman. Or James Earl Jones. Or maybe Sidney Poitier."
"This is your fucked up head, not mine."
"Alright, so how the hell do I fix things or whatever."
"Crazy ass mind trip through time, obviously."
"That makes no sense at all. What is that gonna solve."
"Motherfucker, we go back to other low points in your life, see what they got in common and work through some fucking shit. You think this the first time shit's been bad for you? Hell naw."
"That seems like a lot of work. Since I know what's wrong, can't I just suppress it and move on?"
"Motherfucker, you been sitting in a god damned corner muttering rematch to yourself for like two hours, then you fell asleep because you was exhausted. That ain't shit you can push down. Now come on, we going back to the day your parents split."
"Oh fuck me."
Matt sighs and shakes his head as a simple white doorway shows up.
"Really, we're gonna go with the doorway thing? I get it, my bedroom door when I was a kid. You know what brain, eat a dick."
Matt grabs the door handle and pushes it open.
