Post by Deleted on Jun 16, 2017 12:58:21 GMT -5
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"What the hell do you mean, you're in love with her?"
Matt Shields found himself back inside his childhood bedroom, staring at the door as he sighed.
"She's twenty three fucking years old, Jason."
"You're just pissed because I found someone hotter than you, Claire. Don't even act like you haven't been fucking Jessica behind my back. Yea, I know all about that shit."
"You son of a bitch."
Matt cringed slightly as he heard the sound of a slap across his fathers face.
"Damn, that's some fucked up shit."
Matt turned to look at dream Samuel L. Jackson and just shook his head.
"Yea, this was the day dad walked out."
"This the damn part where I'm supposed to ask how that made you feel?"
"How the hell do I know, you're the dream guide."
"Motherfucker, I'm a figment of your imagination."
"Fine, it sucked. I knew their marriage was shit, I knew he was probably banging someone else, but the thing is, he just completely bailed. It wasn't like they got divorced but he stayed in the same city and we saw him on the weekends or shit like that. The bastard didn't even fight for any kind of custody. Birthday's, Christmas, he made sure to send some shit, but I got a little bit of cash, my sister got all kinds of stuff. I always knew he loved her more than me, but the fucker just practically abandoned me. I've proved that was a stupid ass mistake though. He actually gave me a call after I won the title, told me I did good. I told him he could go fuck himself."
"Then you lost that title, and now you're thinking he ain't proud of you like he was."
Matt looked up at his dream guide and then lowered his head.
"Take me to the next fucking place."
A small black curtain appeared in front of Matt and he hung his head once again, then slowly walked through
"MASUNO ICHIBAN! MASUNO ICHIBAN! MASUNO ICHIBAN!"
"Your winner and the NEW Kyoto Star Wrestling Heavyweight Champion, Masuno Toru."
Matt looked at himself in the ring. He was on his knees as he stared up at a long haired Japanese man. In the middle of the ring laying flat on his back was a masked man.
"Bakeneko..."
"What a what O?"
"Bakeneko, he was the third man in the match. He got pinned by Yoshi. The guy celebrating with a title I held for a year."
"How that make you feel?"
"Like I failed. I let someone else get in between me and keeping that title. I let someone else take what was mine. I should have broken up the pin. I should have done more to take one of them out, I shouldn't have lost."
Matt turns away from the ring and in front of him sits a worn out looking door with a large bright green outline of a cowboy on it.
"Fuck no, get me a different fucking door."
"No can do, that's the door you gotta go through."
"No, this one wasn't even that long after the last one. Seriously, we went like nine years forward between door one and two, and now we're going like six weeks forward."
"You get that I'm not the one making these doors, right? I don't actually exist motherfucker. This is all on you and your fucked up head."
"God damn it. God fucking damn it."
Matt takes a deep breath and pushes through the door, walking in to an old run down honky tonk style bar.
"The jukebox plays on, drink by drink. The words of every sad song, seem to say what I think."
"Is that... is that motherfucking Neon Moon. Why the fuck is Brooks and Dunn playing in your head?"
"It's the song that was on during one of the truly low points of my life. So I'd lost the title, came back to the other company I was in and lost more and more. Then I pushed away the woman I was dating at the time. I went to a really dark place, and well I was back in Texas. I went to this bar that I had gone to a few times before because the booze was cheap and at the time there was a bartender there that was way to hot for the place. Well she figured that out and wasn't there."
"You was gonna try to fuck her to get over the ex. right?"
"Yes Samuel L Jackson, that was exactly my plan. Instead... well just watch."
Matt hung his head and put it in his hands as we see him sitting at a table. He downs a shot, then finishes off a Shiner Bock before pulling another from a bucket.
"Someone looks like they could use some company."
Both Matt's look up at a woman who looks to be in her mid forties. She appears as if she was probably attractive in her twenties, but has clearly been rode hard and put up wet. Memory Matt gives her a smile in his drunken stupor, while real Matt and Samuel L Jackson both look on with shock and disgust.
"Aw hell naw."
"Don't you fucking judge me Samuel L. Jackson."
"Figment of imagination, remember, you judging yourself motherfucker."
"I was drunk, I was depressed, and... I giot no damn excuses for that. Definitely the most shame I have ever felt. Hell this might have been the first time I ever truly felt shame."
Another door opens, this time it's a large oak door that Matt gives a weird look.
"I don't really remember this one."
"Maybe it's the way out. You went through abandonment, failure, and shame. Those some bad fucking feelings."
Matt looks at the door and pushes it open. He walks in to a bedroom. In the middle of the room is a large four post bed with dark red silk sheets on them. Laying in the bed is Kayla Richard, naked except for the Redemption Wrestling Heavyweight title.
"Come and take what's yours Matt."
Matt smiles as he walks towards the bed, leans down and kisses Kayla. Suddenly there's a bright white flash causing Matt to close his eyes.
“Where in the… what the fuck is going on?”
Matt blinks his eyes and looks around as he stands up.
“Kayla? Kayla, where are you?”
The door flies open, Kayla stands in the doorway looking shocked. She steps a little closer swallowing hard.
“M-matt?...is it you?....or….do you want me to call you...your highness?”
She raises an eyebrow weary of his past.
“You can if you want, but you don’t have to. I really just need you to tell me where the fuck we are? The only thing I remember clearly is me and you getting back to the new house and fucking in every single room, then we got to the bedroom and things get fuzzy. I got some strange dreams and things that seem like memories, but… did I have chicks in chain mail bikini’s walk me down to the ring?
Kayla takes a deep breath and smiles before laughing a little.
“Ok….this is going to be a little bit of a shock so you might want to sit down baby…”
She lightly gives Matt a shove onto the end of the bed before clearing her throat.
“So, about two months ago we moved in to the new house. You remember that right?. And we...well made use of every room. You bumped your head and since then you kind of went medieval. You told people to call you a king, held royal courts and...a few days ago you lost the title….and you sat there screaming REMATCH….I was so scared….”
She looks down and tears up a little happy to have him back.
“Wait, that son of a bitch Yujiro has my title? Oh hell no. We’re getting the fuck out of here and finding that damn footage. There is no damn way he beat me straight up.”
Matt gets up, takes Kayla’s hand and starts to walk out, but then looks down.
“Where the fuck are my clothes?”
Matt looks down at the gown he’s wearing and shakes his head.
“Fuck it, no damn time for pants.”
Matt pulls Kayla to him and wraps his arm around her as they exit. A nurse tries to stop him, but he just flips her off and keeps walking.
"What the hell do you mean, you're in love with her?"
Matt Shields found himself back inside his childhood bedroom, staring at the door as he sighed.
"She's twenty three fucking years old, Jason."
"You're just pissed because I found someone hotter than you, Claire. Don't even act like you haven't been fucking Jessica behind my back. Yea, I know all about that shit."
"You son of a bitch."
Matt cringed slightly as he heard the sound of a slap across his fathers face.
"Damn, that's some fucked up shit."
Matt turned to look at dream Samuel L. Jackson and just shook his head.
"Yea, this was the day dad walked out."
"This the damn part where I'm supposed to ask how that made you feel?"
"How the hell do I know, you're the dream guide."
"Motherfucker, I'm a figment of your imagination."
"Fine, it sucked. I knew their marriage was shit, I knew he was probably banging someone else, but the thing is, he just completely bailed. It wasn't like they got divorced but he stayed in the same city and we saw him on the weekends or shit like that. The bastard didn't even fight for any kind of custody. Birthday's, Christmas, he made sure to send some shit, but I got a little bit of cash, my sister got all kinds of stuff. I always knew he loved her more than me, but the fucker just practically abandoned me. I've proved that was a stupid ass mistake though. He actually gave me a call after I won the title, told me I did good. I told him he could go fuck himself."
"Then you lost that title, and now you're thinking he ain't proud of you like he was."
Matt looked up at his dream guide and then lowered his head.
"Take me to the next fucking place."
A small black curtain appeared in front of Matt and he hung his head once again, then slowly walked through
"MASUNO ICHIBAN! MASUNO ICHIBAN! MASUNO ICHIBAN!"
"Your winner and the NEW Kyoto Star Wrestling Heavyweight Champion, Masuno Toru."
Matt looked at himself in the ring. He was on his knees as he stared up at a long haired Japanese man. In the middle of the ring laying flat on his back was a masked man.
"Bakeneko..."
"What a what O?"
"Bakeneko, he was the third man in the match. He got pinned by Yoshi. The guy celebrating with a title I held for a year."
"How that make you feel?"
"Like I failed. I let someone else get in between me and keeping that title. I let someone else take what was mine. I should have broken up the pin. I should have done more to take one of them out, I shouldn't have lost."
Matt turns away from the ring and in front of him sits a worn out looking door with a large bright green outline of a cowboy on it.
"Fuck no, get me a different fucking door."
"No can do, that's the door you gotta go through."
"No, this one wasn't even that long after the last one. Seriously, we went like nine years forward between door one and two, and now we're going like six weeks forward."
"You get that I'm not the one making these doors, right? I don't actually exist motherfucker. This is all on you and your fucked up head."
"God damn it. God fucking damn it."
Matt takes a deep breath and pushes through the door, walking in to an old run down honky tonk style bar.
"The jukebox plays on, drink by drink. The words of every sad song, seem to say what I think."
"Is that... is that motherfucking Neon Moon. Why the fuck is Brooks and Dunn playing in your head?"
"It's the song that was on during one of the truly low points of my life. So I'd lost the title, came back to the other company I was in and lost more and more. Then I pushed away the woman I was dating at the time. I went to a really dark place, and well I was back in Texas. I went to this bar that I had gone to a few times before because the booze was cheap and at the time there was a bartender there that was way to hot for the place. Well she figured that out and wasn't there."
"You was gonna try to fuck her to get over the ex. right?"
"Yes Samuel L Jackson, that was exactly my plan. Instead... well just watch."
Matt hung his head and put it in his hands as we see him sitting at a table. He downs a shot, then finishes off a Shiner Bock before pulling another from a bucket.
"Someone looks like they could use some company."
Both Matt's look up at a woman who looks to be in her mid forties. She appears as if she was probably attractive in her twenties, but has clearly been rode hard and put up wet. Memory Matt gives her a smile in his drunken stupor, while real Matt and Samuel L Jackson both look on with shock and disgust.
"Aw hell naw."
"Don't you fucking judge me Samuel L. Jackson."
"Figment of imagination, remember, you judging yourself motherfucker."
"I was drunk, I was depressed, and... I giot no damn excuses for that. Definitely the most shame I have ever felt. Hell this might have been the first time I ever truly felt shame."
Another door opens, this time it's a large oak door that Matt gives a weird look.
"I don't really remember this one."
"Maybe it's the way out. You went through abandonment, failure, and shame. Those some bad fucking feelings."
Matt looks at the door and pushes it open. He walks in to a bedroom. In the middle of the room is a large four post bed with dark red silk sheets on them. Laying in the bed is Kayla Richard, naked except for the Redemption Wrestling Heavyweight title.
"Come and take what's yours Matt."
Matt smiles as he walks towards the bed, leans down and kisses Kayla. Suddenly there's a bright white flash causing Matt to close his eyes.
“Where in the… what the fuck is going on?”
Matt blinks his eyes and looks around as he stands up.
“Kayla? Kayla, where are you?”
The door flies open, Kayla stands in the doorway looking shocked. She steps a little closer swallowing hard.
“M-matt?...is it you?....or….do you want me to call you...your highness?”
She raises an eyebrow weary of his past.
“You can if you want, but you don’t have to. I really just need you to tell me where the fuck we are? The only thing I remember clearly is me and you getting back to the new house and fucking in every single room, then we got to the bedroom and things get fuzzy. I got some strange dreams and things that seem like memories, but… did I have chicks in chain mail bikini’s walk me down to the ring?
Kayla takes a deep breath and smiles before laughing a little.
“Ok….this is going to be a little bit of a shock so you might want to sit down baby…”
She lightly gives Matt a shove onto the end of the bed before clearing her throat.
“So, about two months ago we moved in to the new house. You remember that right?. And we...well made use of every room. You bumped your head and since then you kind of went medieval. You told people to call you a king, held royal courts and...a few days ago you lost the title….and you sat there screaming REMATCH….I was so scared….”
She looks down and tears up a little happy to have him back.
“Wait, that son of a bitch Yujiro has my title? Oh hell no. We’re getting the fuck out of here and finding that damn footage. There is no damn way he beat me straight up.”
Matt gets up, takes Kayla’s hand and starts to walk out, but then looks down.
“Where the fuck are my clothes?”
Matt looks down at the gown he’s wearing and shakes his head.
“Fuck it, no damn time for pants.”
Matt pulls Kayla to him and wraps his arm around her as they exit. A nurse tries to stop him, but he just flips her off and keeps walking.
