Post by Deleted on Feb 10, 2017 21:10:41 GMT -5
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"Kon'nichiwa, mazuwa Hamachi, smoked salmon, Toro, soshite Tako."
Matthew Shields gives a slight bow to a small Japanese woman, and she returns in favor before she heads off.
"They go quicker if you know the language. There's a difference between a tourist, a gaijin new to the country, and one that has been here for awhile."
"And then there's showing off."
Trixie says standing behind him in a long black skirt matching her mother's beige one.
"Matthew, they do have iced tea right? I promised Trix Trix we'd have them."
"I'll get them to make it. This place is a little more like what they have in the US. Didn't want to overwhelm you."
Matt gave her a quick smile and kiss, then turned to Trixie.
"And it's not showing off, it's respecting their culture. You could learn something about respecting people. Like the guy ho's paying for your meal, and the guy who's pretty sure he paid for that skirt."
"I'm respectful, but still annoyed with you for little ask FM comments."
"I have asked him to stop that for your Trix Trix, didn't I, Matthew?"
Trixie looks to Matthew greatly interested while Billie's look is more of a confident smile awaiting confirmation.
"She did, and I have. Seriously, have you seen one in a long time? Nope."
Matt smirks at Trixie as he pulls Billie's chair out for her, then just shoves Trixie's back a little bit. Billie takes herself a seat while Trixie sits down with very pursed lips, shunting her chair in.
"So, thank you for inviting me, I seriously need a nice breather from getting ready for Jack Tillman."
"I don't know that one, do I Matthew?"
Billie has a perplexed look as she sits between Matthew and Trixie on opposite ends, holding his hand with hers while Trixie's eyebrow curls up curious if her mom did, if they'd spoken about the opponent or better yet Trixie.
"No, he's pretty new. Not at World champion level."
Matt grins at the subtle jab to Trixie, then gets the waitress and quickly orders their iced tea.
"Well he bullied his way into a Genesis title shot, so I guess my title is more sought after, must be THE championship to fight for these days."
Trixie says casually with a smile browsing at the pictures in the menu.
"Right because the winner of the Global Cup is getting a shot at the Genesis title, Oh no wait, it's my title that's being defended. In the main event."
Matt stared over at her with a smug look on his face before he took a sip of his water.
"Good luck against him though. I would say I'll be rooting for you, but..."
"You did say you were, last night when we watched Tom Cruise, remember?"
Trixie gets cut off by Billie from rebutting but seems kind of happy by the comment, true or not.
"Fine, I'll kind of root for her, if I'm not busy preparing for my match."
Matt relents to make Billie happy and she gives him a quick kiss. He starts pointing out some things on the menu as his phone starts to ring. He grabs it and looks a little surprised at the number.
"Uhm, I need to go ahead and take this sweetie. I'll be right back."
Matt gets up and heads to the lobby area of the restaurant. Matt looks down at his phone and sees Dallas PD, and quickly answers.
"Hello."
"I got you motherfucker."
Matt pulls the phone back for a second and looks very surprised.
"Who in the hell is this?"
"You don't remember me? You saw me almost every damn night for about two months."
"Officer fuckstick... err uh, Washington."
"You God damned right it's Officer Washington. Finally your bitch cracka ass is going down."
"What exactly am I going down for?"
"Human trafficking, we busted your house. Soon as you land, the FBI is taking you in."
"You mean the house that I sold almost three months ago? That I have verified documentation of selling? You can't connect me to any crimes that happened in a residence I don't own or live in."
"Naw, they gonna roll on you. One of these bitches is gonna sell your ass out, and then I'm taking you down."
"Or, no one will know what you're talking about, I'll slap you with harassment charges, and you'll get to see what life is like as an unemployed asshole."
Matt ends the phone all and shakes his head for a second.
"Fucking cocksucker."
Matt takes a deep breath and heads back inside.
"Sorry about that."
Matthew sits down and gives Billie a kiss.
"That was... my mom. She wanted to see if I could get her and my new stepmom an autograph. From Trixie."
Trixie's eyebrow furrow and a smile pierces through her 'keep things quiet' face and a few blinks of confusion before she accepts it.
"See, I guess your family recognize me as the IT Champion, can't blame them."
"Trust me, it has nothing to do with your wrestling."
Matt rolled his eyes and took a quick sip of his water as the first of their food was brought. Trixie digs in a little confused by what he meant.
"What do you mean, Matthew? How old is your mother as well?"
Billie takes a big breath, feeling the pressure of age coming to her.
"She's forty two, almost forty three. Got pregnant with me on prom night. As for why my mother and step mother like Trixie, it's because they think she's hot, just like almost all of her fans."
"And I'm talented and soon to be the longest reigning active champion when Jer-Starling beats you at Ultimate Resolve."
Billie kind of does the maths and realizes she's almost the same age practically. Trixie's phone plays Mysterious Girl, her ring tone and she excuses herself.
"Heh, Starling ain't even gonna get past Yujiro, and I'll get my payback on him."
Matt shakes his head and picks up a piece of the sushi he ordered. He looks over at Billie who seems a little concerned with something.
"What's wrong babe? is it me and Trixie arguing? I'll try to be nicer when she gets back."
"It's not that, I mean it would be great if you two could get a long, but uhm... did you realize that I'm almost the same age as your mom?"
Matt looks at Billie for a few seconds, and just shrugs.
"I honestly never gave it any kind of thought, babe. I just know that you're fun, and sexy, and you make me happy."
"So this isn't some kind of weird mommy replacement kind of thing? You don't have a uh... whatever that complex thing is? I think it starts with an O or an E."
Matt laughs a little bit and kisses Billie.
"You mean and Oedipal complex? No babe, not at all."
Billie breathes a sigh of relief as she takes Matt's hand in hers.
"By the way, talked to the designer, all of that gold and silver and chrome bullshit has been taken down. The mirrors are more simple and refined, that wall that had the God awful glass design and motorcycle, it's been turned in to an oak trophy case for all my titles."
"Thank God. I loved almost everything about that house, but whoever was there before had some awful taste in decorating. What about the bedrooms?"
"All new beds, including that one with the big post and giant headboard that you wanted for the master. Oh and they converted the pool over to salt water. Pricey, but easier to maintain in the long run. Thinking of the pule, I have decided that it is a bathing suit free zone. Naked swimming only."
Matt winked at Billie and gave her another kiss. Trixie comes back with her phone in and takes her seat to start dipping the sushi using her chopsticks almost identically to her mom, right handed.
"Sorry, I was on the phone to Honey. So what did I miss?"
Billie does the "oh my mouth is full" as she takes another bite of a salmon skin roll. Looking to Matt.
"Not a damn thing. Is Honey still mad at me for being 'mean' during training?"
"Honey mad?"
Trixie blows past the conversation topic as Billie feeds Matt a piece.
"So that Black Light District is attacking people, if you saw them on the Road Show."
Billie speaks up behind he conversation
"You were mean to my niece?"
Matt finishes chewing the piece of sushi and shakes his head.
"I was hard on her and I pushed her during our training. Some of the things I showed her, she had never tried before, but I took her through everything and I wouldn't let her quit."
"She's been so excited about her first battle royal."
"Funny thing is, I've never been in a battle royal actually."
Trixie helps herself to the bowl of noodles, a cute little old wooden varnished pot she enjoys.
"How many have you done, Matthew? Trixie has never done one, whatever they are"
"I've done seven battle royals, Won four of them, final two in one, final three in one, and final four in the other. Basically everyone is in the ring, you beat the crap out of each other and try to toss people over the top rope and down on to the floor. last one standing wins. Sometimes they allow pins and submissions."
"And Honey is in that? Franklin will have his stomach churning then on Sunday."
"Well she has a better chance of winning it now, than she did before. I put her over the top rope a good 50 times in training."
"How many times did she put you over? That's how you win? You did teach her that?"
"Of course. She got like ten. A big thing is being able to land on the apron if you do go over. Not engaging, can be the greatest strategy in that match."
Matt takes a quick sip of water and then snatches away some of the noodles that Trixie was about to get.
"Enough about that match though. Trixie needs to be told the rules of the new house."
Matt smirked at Billie as she sighed and lowered her head, knowing there was no point in trying to stop him.
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A small lamp cast a faint glow over a simple black room, and a man with a cape covering his face comes creeping up. He drops the cape and the light reveals Matthew Shields, with what looks like fans in his mouth.
"I vwant to-"
Matt coughs and rips the fake fangs out of his mouth.
"Can't freaking talk."
Matt yanks the cape off and tosses it away as he stares at the camera with a look of malice and disgust.
"Who in the fuck would ever think that shit is scary?"
Matt grabs his black metal chair, spins it around and shits down.
"Oh that's right, the idiot I get the pleasure of breaking this week, Martin Karloff. A man who calls himself the monster messiah, and ripped off his name from sole old ass actor in a crappy not even remotely scary horror movie. Real monsters, don't have to go around telling everyone that they're monsters. Now, credit where it's due, you are the New Generation Champion right now. You're the third man to hold that title, and the second to defend it successfully. Of course I am the Heavyweight champion. The only man to hold this title, and the only one to defend it successfully. Every other title that existed when this company began, has changed hands, except for mine. I have lost a grand total of one singles match by pin fall or submission, and I have been the dominant force in this company."
Matt reaches behind him and pulls out his Redemption Wrestling Heavyweight title. He slings it over the front of a chair and looks straight ahead.
"Karloff, you are going to learn that there is a big difference between your movie monsters, and real ones. You're a television horror story, a scary movie designed to give people a little thrill. You want everyone to see you as that thing that goes bump in the night. Me, I'm what people are truly terrified of. I'm what they never see coming. You make people jump and maybe scream. I make sure they don't have time to scream. You are make up and parlor tricks, while I am true evil. You go out and paint yourself up and try and get in the heads of your opponents to try and get an advantage. If I do something special, it's because I feel like it. I don't need tricks and special effects to get inside the head of someone. Whether they want to admit it or not, I am always inside their head. There is always that fear in the back of their minds that they could end up like others I have broken, and if they're isn't, they're either too new or too stupid to realize that it's not the man who tells you he's a monster you need to fear, it's the man who shows you what true monsters are capable of."
Shields stares straight ahead for a few seconds, then raises the title high in the air as the lamp behind him flickers and then goes dark.
"Kon'nichiwa, mazuwa Hamachi, smoked salmon, Toro, soshite Tako."
Matthew Shields gives a slight bow to a small Japanese woman, and she returns in favor before she heads off.
"They go quicker if you know the language. There's a difference between a tourist, a gaijin new to the country, and one that has been here for awhile."
"And then there's showing off."
Trixie says standing behind him in a long black skirt matching her mother's beige one.
"Matthew, they do have iced tea right? I promised Trix Trix we'd have them."
"I'll get them to make it. This place is a little more like what they have in the US. Didn't want to overwhelm you."
Matt gave her a quick smile and kiss, then turned to Trixie.
"And it's not showing off, it's respecting their culture. You could learn something about respecting people. Like the guy ho's paying for your meal, and the guy who's pretty sure he paid for that skirt."
"I'm respectful, but still annoyed with you for little ask FM comments."
"I have asked him to stop that for your Trix Trix, didn't I, Matthew?"
Trixie looks to Matthew greatly interested while Billie's look is more of a confident smile awaiting confirmation.
"She did, and I have. Seriously, have you seen one in a long time? Nope."
Matt smirks at Trixie as he pulls Billie's chair out for her, then just shoves Trixie's back a little bit. Billie takes herself a seat while Trixie sits down with very pursed lips, shunting her chair in.
"So, thank you for inviting me, I seriously need a nice breather from getting ready for Jack Tillman."
"I don't know that one, do I Matthew?"
Billie has a perplexed look as she sits between Matthew and Trixie on opposite ends, holding his hand with hers while Trixie's eyebrow curls up curious if her mom did, if they'd spoken about the opponent or better yet Trixie.
"No, he's pretty new. Not at World champion level."
Matt grins at the subtle jab to Trixie, then gets the waitress and quickly orders their iced tea.
"Well he bullied his way into a Genesis title shot, so I guess my title is more sought after, must be THE championship to fight for these days."
Trixie says casually with a smile browsing at the pictures in the menu.
"Right because the winner of the Global Cup is getting a shot at the Genesis title, Oh no wait, it's my title that's being defended. In the main event."
Matt stared over at her with a smug look on his face before he took a sip of his water.
"Good luck against him though. I would say I'll be rooting for you, but..."
"You did say you were, last night when we watched Tom Cruise, remember?"
Trixie gets cut off by Billie from rebutting but seems kind of happy by the comment, true or not.
"Fine, I'll kind of root for her, if I'm not busy preparing for my match."
Matt relents to make Billie happy and she gives him a quick kiss. He starts pointing out some things on the menu as his phone starts to ring. He grabs it and looks a little surprised at the number.
"Uhm, I need to go ahead and take this sweetie. I'll be right back."
Matt gets up and heads to the lobby area of the restaurant. Matt looks down at his phone and sees Dallas PD, and quickly answers.
"Hello."
"I got you motherfucker."
Matt pulls the phone back for a second and looks very surprised.
"Who in the hell is this?"
"You don't remember me? You saw me almost every damn night for about two months."
"Officer fuckstick... err uh, Washington."
"You God damned right it's Officer Washington. Finally your bitch cracka ass is going down."
"What exactly am I going down for?"
"Human trafficking, we busted your house. Soon as you land, the FBI is taking you in."
"You mean the house that I sold almost three months ago? That I have verified documentation of selling? You can't connect me to any crimes that happened in a residence I don't own or live in."
"Naw, they gonna roll on you. One of these bitches is gonna sell your ass out, and then I'm taking you down."
"Or, no one will know what you're talking about, I'll slap you with harassment charges, and you'll get to see what life is like as an unemployed asshole."
Matt ends the phone all and shakes his head for a second.
"Fucking cocksucker."
Matt takes a deep breath and heads back inside.
"Sorry about that."
Matthew sits down and gives Billie a kiss.
"That was... my mom. She wanted to see if I could get her and my new stepmom an autograph. From Trixie."
Trixie's eyebrow furrow and a smile pierces through her 'keep things quiet' face and a few blinks of confusion before she accepts it.
"See, I guess your family recognize me as the IT Champion, can't blame them."
"Trust me, it has nothing to do with your wrestling."
Matt rolled his eyes and took a quick sip of his water as the first of their food was brought. Trixie digs in a little confused by what he meant.
"What do you mean, Matthew? How old is your mother as well?"
Billie takes a big breath, feeling the pressure of age coming to her.
"She's forty two, almost forty three. Got pregnant with me on prom night. As for why my mother and step mother like Trixie, it's because they think she's hot, just like almost all of her fans."
"And I'm talented and soon to be the longest reigning active champion when Jer-Starling beats you at Ultimate Resolve."
Billie kind of does the maths and realizes she's almost the same age practically. Trixie's phone plays Mysterious Girl, her ring tone and she excuses herself.
"Heh, Starling ain't even gonna get past Yujiro, and I'll get my payback on him."
Matt shakes his head and picks up a piece of the sushi he ordered. He looks over at Billie who seems a little concerned with something.
"What's wrong babe? is it me and Trixie arguing? I'll try to be nicer when she gets back."
"It's not that, I mean it would be great if you two could get a long, but uhm... did you realize that I'm almost the same age as your mom?"
Matt looks at Billie for a few seconds, and just shrugs.
"I honestly never gave it any kind of thought, babe. I just know that you're fun, and sexy, and you make me happy."
"So this isn't some kind of weird mommy replacement kind of thing? You don't have a uh... whatever that complex thing is? I think it starts with an O or an E."
Matt laughs a little bit and kisses Billie.
"You mean and Oedipal complex? No babe, not at all."
Billie breathes a sigh of relief as she takes Matt's hand in hers.
"By the way, talked to the designer, all of that gold and silver and chrome bullshit has been taken down. The mirrors are more simple and refined, that wall that had the God awful glass design and motorcycle, it's been turned in to an oak trophy case for all my titles."
"Thank God. I loved almost everything about that house, but whoever was there before had some awful taste in decorating. What about the bedrooms?"
"All new beds, including that one with the big post and giant headboard that you wanted for the master. Oh and they converted the pool over to salt water. Pricey, but easier to maintain in the long run. Thinking of the pule, I have decided that it is a bathing suit free zone. Naked swimming only."
Matt winked at Billie and gave her another kiss. Trixie comes back with her phone in and takes her seat to start dipping the sushi using her chopsticks almost identically to her mom, right handed.
"Sorry, I was on the phone to Honey. So what did I miss?"
Billie does the "oh my mouth is full" as she takes another bite of a salmon skin roll. Looking to Matt.
"Not a damn thing. Is Honey still mad at me for being 'mean' during training?"
"Honey mad?"
Trixie blows past the conversation topic as Billie feeds Matt a piece.
"So that Black Light District is attacking people, if you saw them on the Road Show."
Billie speaks up behind he conversation
"You were mean to my niece?"
Matt finishes chewing the piece of sushi and shakes his head.
"I was hard on her and I pushed her during our training. Some of the things I showed her, she had never tried before, but I took her through everything and I wouldn't let her quit."
"She's been so excited about her first battle royal."
"Funny thing is, I've never been in a battle royal actually."
Trixie helps herself to the bowl of noodles, a cute little old wooden varnished pot she enjoys.
"How many have you done, Matthew? Trixie has never done one, whatever they are"
"I've done seven battle royals, Won four of them, final two in one, final three in one, and final four in the other. Basically everyone is in the ring, you beat the crap out of each other and try to toss people over the top rope and down on to the floor. last one standing wins. Sometimes they allow pins and submissions."
"And Honey is in that? Franklin will have his stomach churning then on Sunday."
"Well she has a better chance of winning it now, than she did before. I put her over the top rope a good 50 times in training."
"How many times did she put you over? That's how you win? You did teach her that?"
"Of course. She got like ten. A big thing is being able to land on the apron if you do go over. Not engaging, can be the greatest strategy in that match."
Matt takes a quick sip of water and then snatches away some of the noodles that Trixie was about to get.
"Enough about that match though. Trixie needs to be told the rules of the new house."
Matt smirked at Billie as she sighed and lowered her head, knowing there was no point in trying to stop him.
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A small lamp cast a faint glow over a simple black room, and a man with a cape covering his face comes creeping up. He drops the cape and the light reveals Matthew Shields, with what looks like fans in his mouth.
"I vwant to-"
Matt coughs and rips the fake fangs out of his mouth.
"Can't freaking talk."
Matt yanks the cape off and tosses it away as he stares at the camera with a look of malice and disgust.
"Who in the fuck would ever think that shit is scary?"
Matt grabs his black metal chair, spins it around and shits down.
"Oh that's right, the idiot I get the pleasure of breaking this week, Martin Karloff. A man who calls himself the monster messiah, and ripped off his name from sole old ass actor in a crappy not even remotely scary horror movie. Real monsters, don't have to go around telling everyone that they're monsters. Now, credit where it's due, you are the New Generation Champion right now. You're the third man to hold that title, and the second to defend it successfully. Of course I am the Heavyweight champion. The only man to hold this title, and the only one to defend it successfully. Every other title that existed when this company began, has changed hands, except for mine. I have lost a grand total of one singles match by pin fall or submission, and I have been the dominant force in this company."
Matt reaches behind him and pulls out his Redemption Wrestling Heavyweight title. He slings it over the front of a chair and looks straight ahead.
"Karloff, you are going to learn that there is a big difference between your movie monsters, and real ones. You're a television horror story, a scary movie designed to give people a little thrill. You want everyone to see you as that thing that goes bump in the night. Me, I'm what people are truly terrified of. I'm what they never see coming. You make people jump and maybe scream. I make sure they don't have time to scream. You are make up and parlor tricks, while I am true evil. You go out and paint yourself up and try and get in the heads of your opponents to try and get an advantage. If I do something special, it's because I feel like it. I don't need tricks and special effects to get inside the head of someone. Whether they want to admit it or not, I am always inside their head. There is always that fear in the back of their minds that they could end up like others I have broken, and if they're isn't, they're either too new or too stupid to realize that it's not the man who tells you he's a monster you need to fear, it's the man who shows you what true monsters are capable of."
Shields stares straight ahead for a few seconds, then raises the title high in the air as the lamp behind him flickers and then goes dark.
