Post by Deleted on Oct 6, 2017 0:39:51 GMT -5
"HEY! Wake up motherfucker."
Matt Shields' eyes started to slowly open as he looked up at the dark skinned angry bald man before him, but just closed his eyes and shoved him away. A few seconds went by and he felt a hard smack across his cheek
"I SAID WAKE UP MOTHERFUCKER!"
Matt's eyes opened wide and he sat up.
"Samuel L. Jackson? Oh fuck me, is this another crazy ass dream journey?"
"Damn right it is."
Matt shakes his head and gets up from his bed, but it quickly disappears.
"Wait wait wait. Yea I was pissed about the loss to Adrien, but I already yelled about that, beat some stuff up, me and Kayla did the crazy sex and brought in...
"Don't need to hear all that shit. Think again."
"Okay well there's the chick suing me for paternity or whatever it is. I already got my lawyers on that, and he's Jewish, with a team of jews backing him up and I think there's a couple of Asian chicks on the team as well."
"Wrong again motherfucker."
'I won my last match, I got a number one contenders match coming up, I win that and get a title shot for... Is this about the name change and them fucking up my history? I got that t-shirt, ranted about it a little bit."
"You are really fucking bad at this. You win that number one contender's match, and who are you fighting?"
"Kayla. That's not an issue though. We already said that if we ever had a match, bot of us would stop at nothing to win."
"Damn, still not getting it. What did she just win? What does she have, that you used to have?"
Matt looks down for a second and sighs.
"She has my title. I was supposed to be the one that beat Yujiro. I was supposed to be the one that took the title back. I am supposed to be the heavyweight champion. Why couldn't she have just known her place and gone for the damn Five Lakes title or the Genesis title? Why the fuck did she have to get involved in my division. I am the god damn leader of this group, not her."
"Thought there weren't no leaders?"
"OF COURSE THERE'S A FUCKING LEADER!"
Matt yells out, spit dripping from his lips as he stares at the embodiment of his subconscious
"That is just bullshit for the cameras and assholes like Adrien Cochrane. I am and always have been the leader. She has her job because of me. Coda has her recognition because I brought her in to the fold. Tillman, well he's dangerous and it's better to have him with me than against me."
Samuel L. Jackson just nods his head as Matt takes a few deep breaths.
"So what in the fuck do I have to see today?"
"We gonna look at just how you see yourself. This is a little more tricky than the other shit we did, so uhm."
"What, am I gonna have to figure out some grand way to delve deep in to my psyche?"
"Naw, I'm just fucking with you. We can do it pretty much same as last time."
Samuel L. Jackson laughs and suddenly a large wooden door appears behind him. It's surrounded by a stone archway and has a solid black metal loop for a handle. Matt pulls it open and they step through to a blood soaked battle field. The sky above is solid black as a full moon shines down and the sound of swords can be heard clanging.
"HEAR MY VOICE!"
Both turn around to see Matt himself, sitting atop a jet black horse, clad in armor as dark as night, with blood red runes etched in to the chest. Kayla sits behind him, her arms clasped around his waist. She's clad in an extremely low cut sheer black dress, that flows down over her legs.
"Tits look good."
Matt looks over at his subconcious with a glare.
"Just saying motherfucker."
Matt raises a large demonic looking sword high in to the air.
"You die tonight, Guardians. My army will decimate yours, and I will cut your heads off myself. I am your downfall. I am your doom. I am war. I am famine. I am pestilence. I am death. I am your apocalypse, and you will tremble before me. Lay down your weapons now, swear fealty, and perhaps I will let you live out the rest of your miserable existence in servitude to the crown."
"You kind of fucked up in the head man."
"Really?"
"Alright, so where the other Destroyers?"
They look around for a bit as Matt moves forward on his horse. Soon, Jack Tillman, Coda, and Jason Hunter appear. Hunter is dressed in dark green leather armor and has an intricate gold bow slung over his shoulder. Tillman has armor similar to Matt's, but it features a single shoulder guard and he carries two swords with him. Coda has a large katana on her hip and what looks like Samurai armor, minus the headpiece, instead she wears a black surgical mask featuring fangs with blood dripping down.
"Hunter, take your archers and light these sons of bitches up. Tillman, take the cavalry and flank them so they can not retreat. Coda, you and the samurai will slice them to ribbons."
All three nod and are quickly gone. Kayla leans up, grabs the head of dream Matt and gives him a kiss.
"This is why you are the king."
"Every great army needs a firm hand. Now, I will need you and your sisters to work your magic. Enrage them, fill some hearts with lust for you, fill others with dread, and others fill with anger. The emotions will cloud them and they will destroy each other."
Kayla nods, dismounts and heads off.
"You have your fiance and her sisters as witches? That some fucked up shit man."
"Don't you dare fucking judge me."
"One thing, why is Coda in charge of samurai? That's a Japanese thing. You know she Korean, right?"
"I know that she is Korean. I fucking like Samurai, and obviously if I had an army i would have some fucking samurai."
"Alright motherfucker. You see how all of this is a little messed up though, right? All of your allies, you seem them as being subservient to you, taking your lead, bowing down to the king."
"What is so wrong with seeing yourself as a strong powerful leader? What is so wrong with knowing that your strategy is the best? What is so wrong with wanting a bit of loyalty and unquestioned faith?"
"Good leader knows when to listen to his people."
"Did you not see that dream Matt put them in the places they would serve best? The cause is to destroy the Guardians and place me atop Redemption Wrestling."
"You mean New Generation Wrestling."
"God damn it, you are my subconscious and it will never be called that in my presence."
"Chill out motherfucker."
"No, this is absolutely pointless. Do you think I will have some grand epiphany and realize that I have to truly treat Kayla and Coda and Tillman and Hunter, as if they are my true equals? I have no equals in this business or this World. They are superior to all over the other worthless life forms that I find myself surrounded by, and they are worthy of my respect, but they will never truly be my equals. They will always be there to serve my purposes, but so long as they believe that I see them as family, what harm is there? This was an absolutely wasted endeavor. Be gone from me."
The visions of Samuel L. Jackson shakes his head and then slowly disappears. Matt closes his eyes for a few seconds, then open them up, turns and smiles as he sees Kayla sleeping beside him. His smile curls to a sneer as he sees the NGW heavyweight title, but he shakes it away as Kayla starts to awaken. The mask of love and support must be donned once more.
Matt Shields' eyes started to slowly open as he looked up at the dark skinned angry bald man before him, but just closed his eyes and shoved him away. A few seconds went by and he felt a hard smack across his cheek
"I SAID WAKE UP MOTHERFUCKER!"
Matt's eyes opened wide and he sat up.
"Samuel L. Jackson? Oh fuck me, is this another crazy ass dream journey?"
"Damn right it is."
Matt shakes his head and gets up from his bed, but it quickly disappears.
"Wait wait wait. Yea I was pissed about the loss to Adrien, but I already yelled about that, beat some stuff up, me and Kayla did the crazy sex and brought in...
"Don't need to hear all that shit. Think again."
"Okay well there's the chick suing me for paternity or whatever it is. I already got my lawyers on that, and he's Jewish, with a team of jews backing him up and I think there's a couple of Asian chicks on the team as well."
"Wrong again motherfucker."
'I won my last match, I got a number one contenders match coming up, I win that and get a title shot for... Is this about the name change and them fucking up my history? I got that t-shirt, ranted about it a little bit."
"You are really fucking bad at this. You win that number one contender's match, and who are you fighting?"
"Kayla. That's not an issue though. We already said that if we ever had a match, bot of us would stop at nothing to win."
"Damn, still not getting it. What did she just win? What does she have, that you used to have?"
Matt looks down for a second and sighs.
"She has my title. I was supposed to be the one that beat Yujiro. I was supposed to be the one that took the title back. I am supposed to be the heavyweight champion. Why couldn't she have just known her place and gone for the damn Five Lakes title or the Genesis title? Why the fuck did she have to get involved in my division. I am the god damn leader of this group, not her."
"Thought there weren't no leaders?"
"OF COURSE THERE'S A FUCKING LEADER!"
Matt yells out, spit dripping from his lips as he stares at the embodiment of his subconscious
"That is just bullshit for the cameras and assholes like Adrien Cochrane. I am and always have been the leader. She has her job because of me. Coda has her recognition because I brought her in to the fold. Tillman, well he's dangerous and it's better to have him with me than against me."
Samuel L. Jackson just nods his head as Matt takes a few deep breaths.
"So what in the fuck do I have to see today?"
"We gonna look at just how you see yourself. This is a little more tricky than the other shit we did, so uhm."
"What, am I gonna have to figure out some grand way to delve deep in to my psyche?"
"Naw, I'm just fucking with you. We can do it pretty much same as last time."
Samuel L. Jackson laughs and suddenly a large wooden door appears behind him. It's surrounded by a stone archway and has a solid black metal loop for a handle. Matt pulls it open and they step through to a blood soaked battle field. The sky above is solid black as a full moon shines down and the sound of swords can be heard clanging.
"HEAR MY VOICE!"
Both turn around to see Matt himself, sitting atop a jet black horse, clad in armor as dark as night, with blood red runes etched in to the chest. Kayla sits behind him, her arms clasped around his waist. She's clad in an extremely low cut sheer black dress, that flows down over her legs.
"Tits look good."
Matt looks over at his subconcious with a glare.
"Just saying motherfucker."
Matt raises a large demonic looking sword high in to the air.
"You die tonight, Guardians. My army will decimate yours, and I will cut your heads off myself. I am your downfall. I am your doom. I am war. I am famine. I am pestilence. I am death. I am your apocalypse, and you will tremble before me. Lay down your weapons now, swear fealty, and perhaps I will let you live out the rest of your miserable existence in servitude to the crown."
"You kind of fucked up in the head man."
"Really?"
"Alright, so where the other Destroyers?"
They look around for a bit as Matt moves forward on his horse. Soon, Jack Tillman, Coda, and Jason Hunter appear. Hunter is dressed in dark green leather armor and has an intricate gold bow slung over his shoulder. Tillman has armor similar to Matt's, but it features a single shoulder guard and he carries two swords with him. Coda has a large katana on her hip and what looks like Samurai armor, minus the headpiece, instead she wears a black surgical mask featuring fangs with blood dripping down.
"Hunter, take your archers and light these sons of bitches up. Tillman, take the cavalry and flank them so they can not retreat. Coda, you and the samurai will slice them to ribbons."
All three nod and are quickly gone. Kayla leans up, grabs the head of dream Matt and gives him a kiss.
"This is why you are the king."
"Every great army needs a firm hand. Now, I will need you and your sisters to work your magic. Enrage them, fill some hearts with lust for you, fill others with dread, and others fill with anger. The emotions will cloud them and they will destroy each other."
Kayla nods, dismounts and heads off.
"You have your fiance and her sisters as witches? That some fucked up shit man."
"Don't you dare fucking judge me."
"One thing, why is Coda in charge of samurai? That's a Japanese thing. You know she Korean, right?"
"I know that she is Korean. I fucking like Samurai, and obviously if I had an army i would have some fucking samurai."
"Alright motherfucker. You see how all of this is a little messed up though, right? All of your allies, you seem them as being subservient to you, taking your lead, bowing down to the king."
"What is so wrong with seeing yourself as a strong powerful leader? What is so wrong with knowing that your strategy is the best? What is so wrong with wanting a bit of loyalty and unquestioned faith?"
"Good leader knows when to listen to his people."
"Did you not see that dream Matt put them in the places they would serve best? The cause is to destroy the Guardians and place me atop Redemption Wrestling."
"You mean New Generation Wrestling."
"God damn it, you are my subconscious and it will never be called that in my presence."
"Chill out motherfucker."
"No, this is absolutely pointless. Do you think I will have some grand epiphany and realize that I have to truly treat Kayla and Coda and Tillman and Hunter, as if they are my true equals? I have no equals in this business or this World. They are superior to all over the other worthless life forms that I find myself surrounded by, and they are worthy of my respect, but they will never truly be my equals. They will always be there to serve my purposes, but so long as they believe that I see them as family, what harm is there? This was an absolutely wasted endeavor. Be gone from me."
The visions of Samuel L. Jackson shakes his head and then slowly disappears. Matt closes his eyes for a few seconds, then open them up, turns and smiles as he sees Kayla sleeping beside him. His smile curls to a sneer as he sees the NGW heavyweight title, but he shakes it away as Kayla starts to awaken. The mask of love and support must be donned once more.
