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Main Event; Serenity vs. Matt Stone
Topic Started: Apr 10 2017, 08:16 PM (16 Views)
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MAIN EVENT
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Serenity vs. Matt Stone
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Matt

[Off Camera, April 19th, 2017]

“Yes, yes, I know, I’m great. The best, even, you could say.” We come in on Matt Stone sitting at a table with a large stack of pictures of himself, the BCW RUSH championship on the table for display and a rather long line up of people looking to meet him and get his autograph. Matt was wearing his usual attire for meet-and-greets, his own brand of T-shirt which they were selling off to the left of him and a pair of black athletic shorts, which reflected just how hot it was in Memphis today. His outfit probably took him all of two minutes to prepare, but the pièce de résistance was his hair, which he had spent at least an hour making sure was just right. You never know who you could meet on this things, maybe someone sane. He looked at the kid hopefully for a few moments, as if actually expecting him to repeat what he had said.

“Well I don’t know if I would say that, I would say that Crystal Hilton is actually the - “ Matt didn’t even let the kid finish. “SORRY ASS CRYSTAL HILTON?!? You can’t be serious! Get out of here, go!” The teenager just rolled his eyes and walked out of line, Matt turning to the man behind him, presumably the employee here at the mall who was over seeing things.

“You hear that, Bill?”

“My name is Jonathan, sir-”

“I didn’t ask for your life story, Bill, just if you heard that or not. These horny teenagers plugging up my line before they go home and download pictures to ogle in their parents basement, it’s despicable. Where are all the good fans? The ones that don’t make me want to punch them?”

“Please don’t strike the patrons…”

“I’m not going to, idiot! Why don’t you make yourself useful and get me a bottle of water?”

The man just shook his head and headed off, leaving Matt to turn to see who’s next in line. A glossy 8x10 was laid down on the table already, the fan definitely female although her eyes were hidden behind red diva-sized sunglasses. Matt barely glanced at her, reaching for the photo on autopilot, already uncapping his marker.

“If you could make it out to Nessa, please? She’s a big fan and it’s her birthday this weekend.”

“Uh huh,” was all his response was, writing out the name on the glossy and getting to the second ‘s’ before stopping, the words clicking in his brain and he looked up to see who would be asking for such a thing.

“Oh...it’s you.” were the words that came out of his mouth, sounding less than thrilled to say the least, setting the marker down. “Shouldn’t you be flying around the globe singing ‘Whole New World’ with someone?”

“Aladdin is so overrated,” she snapped back, tapping her finger against the photo. “I paid actual money for that, you know? Least you could do is finish signing it.”

“Right, of course.” He quipped back finishing the autograph, throwing some exs and os at the end of it for good measure. “Make sure this Nessa has a very happy birthday, won’t you?”

“Listen,” she glanced back at the line, really not caring about monopolizing his time all that much. She was stalling, “I honestly don’t know why you’re being such an asshole lately but if you could take a break for a few minutes from these adoring fans of yours, maybe we could talk about it?”

Matt looked past her to see the line-up of people, quickly realizing that he wasn’t looking forward to speaking with any of them. “Fiiiiiiiine,” he replied, almost like a sigh rather than a word. “But you gotta stick around and model my t-shirt after, might get a few more sales that way.”

She flashed him a grateful smile, turning to look at the crowd, giving him an inadvertent view of her butt in the skinny jeans she had on. “He’s just going to take a quick break, folks. Hydration is important for an athlete of his calibre, after all!” Before he could change his mind, she scooped up her photo and rounded the table, hissing in a stage whisper. “I’ll model your shirt, whatever you want, if you just talk to me.”

“Whatever I want, eh?” He mulled more to himself than asking her, getting up just as Jonathan was coming back with his water.

“Just where do you think you’re going?” He asks, Matt grabbing the bottle from his hand and cracking it open.

“Bit of a break, I’ll be back in five.” He replied, taking a sip, turning to Nessa. “I trust five minutes will be sufficient.”

Nessa sighed, looking back at the line. “Yeah, I guess it’ll have to be. Let’s go.” She straightened the sleeveless floral-print blouse she had on, pointing towards the door that said EMPLOYEES ONLY PAST THIS POINT on it. “A little privacy, maybe?”

“Yeah, cause we work here.” He retorted, though walked to the door anyway and opened it up, stepping in holding it open for Nessa to follow suit. “I’m not taking responsibility if the lighting in here is bad though, I don’t even know what this area is.”

Her laugh was brittle as she walked into what was obviously a stock room of some sort. Immediately, she turned around and waited for Matt to follow, folding her arms across her chest. “So,” she was already talking when the door closed behind him, “how long were you planning to avoid talking to me?”

Upon closing the door, he just stared at her blankly for what seemed like twenty seconds before replying, as if he was still avoiding it to this moment. “Well we have that match in like two weeks, so probably until then. Seemed to make the most sense, given the circumstances.”

“Circumstances?” She pushed the sunglasses up into her hair, scowling at him. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Well…” he starts, wishing he could match her gesture with his own sunglasses, though he regrettably left them back at the table, prompting him to worry if they’d be taken or not for a few moments before going back to answer her question. “What that was supposed to mean was that you’ve clearly got far more pressing matters going on right now than me taking up any of your precious time.”

“Matthew, this is what’s important. Our team. Our upcoming match. And I suppose this little interlude here in Memphis. I mean, that’s something that matters to you.” She stared at him for a few seconds, trying to keep her voice level.

“And you know that when that bell rings, I’m going to be there for you, so what’s the big deal? You’re going on all these trips, all these little meet-and-greets of your own in the meantime and I’m the one focusing on actual in ring things. So you tell me, which one of those things sounds more like they actually know what’s important?” He’s just staring daggers at her while he’s talking, clearly having no compunction against raising his own voice.

“I know you’re gonna be there for me?!” She was incredulous, “how am I supposed to know that when you’re posting all these weird vague things about resetting your life and… and…” she stopped talking, shaking her head as her already red-rimmed and watery eyes flooded with tears. “I thought you… I thought it was gonna be the way it used to be. When we first teamed up, like how it was in SVW. We’d train together and work on things together. I don’t want to see you only when you show up to wrestle!”

“Because SVW turned out so well, right?” He asked, not even reacting to the tears forming in the corner of her eyes, his tone cold and calculating. “I’ve been training each and every day for this, you’re the one that wanted this, remember? This whole team idea, I agreed to as a favor to you and what do I get? Literally the day of your debut, you’re like “Oh, by the way Matthew, I started seeing this guy and he’s going to be there with me.” He rolled his eyes at the very memory of that car ride where she told him. “I know how you get, Nessa. You block out the world when you’re seeing someone, and based on his Twitter feed, he’s with you every day, not counting the ones where you’re off gallivanting with someone else. I don’t even know who you are, anymore.”

Her mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water, no sound coming out because he’d effectively shut her down completely. She broke eye contact, sniffling as she took a step back. “And where am I now? Off traipsing around the country with some weirdo? No. I showed up where you said you’d be so I could fix whatever this is.” Her eyes were fixed on the signed photo for a few seconds before she chuckled bitterly. “God, you know, he was right. I’m so damned stupid it isn’t even funny.”

“I don’t know who he is, but I assure you his opinion is irrelevant to me. All I care about, Nessa, is what happens between the two of us, and all that needs to happen between the two of us is winning in these matches. There’s nothing to fix between us, because there isn’t anything between us. We are two professionals who perform our jobs side by side. That’s it. We’ll communicate at work, but there’s no reason for you to spend your precious leisure time stalking me because you think I’m going to flake on you. I won’t, okay? Happy?”

She took another step back from him, colliding with a shelf. “I should go. It’s probably been five minutes and you don’t want to keep your adoring public waiting too long. They might decide to leave.”

“That’s probably a good idea, would be nice to spend some time with someone who actually cares about me, even if it’s just to have a picture signed. You stay here and get a hold of yourself…” He turned to leave, opening the door. “And try not to knock anything over,” making reference to the poor shelf she bumped into.

“Matt?” Her voice came out soft, but then she paused so long it turned awkward. Instead of the million things she should have said, she mumbled, “thanks for signing my picture.”

He looked a tad puzzled at that, but quickly recovered. “Anytime, Ness.” He headed back out to the mob of people, holding his arms up. “Never fear, the champ is here!” Damn that sounded cheesy, but that was the sort of image he had as he sat back down at the table and started signing another photo for the next person in line, a little happier than before.
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SilasDugrey

***Mount Bluff***
**Memphis, Tennessee**
*April 2, 2017*
(Off-Camera)


The crowds were still in a frenzy over the fact that the Jonas’ fan-girl jumped the barricade to interrupt Becky’s match with Serenity. One member of the crowd was not as upset as the rest was about how the match ended. He was quite happy with the fact that the girl that stole his heart is in the title picture. The fan pulled a hood over his head and slipped past the security during the commotion. He was determined to talk to Karena again and show her that she doesn’t have to be a mindless zombie for the bastard’s bidding. He made his way to the back and found the locker room where Karena was going to be changing at. He slipped into the shadows and waited for his moment. It wasn’t long before he saw the green streaked mane of his beloved. HE was about to step out to talk to her when he saw his nemesis close behind her.

Morpheus had a broad smile on his face as he walked close to Serenity. Everything about tonight was coming up roses and he couldn’t wait to see gold on his disciple’s waist. Serenity stepped into the locker room while Morpheus stood outside the door. Morpheus may be an old geezer that should be in a retirement home but his eyes are just as good as a twenty-two year-old spotting a piece of eye candy.

Morpheus: Dear boy, why are you hiding in the shadows? It’s not very nice to spy on people especially lovely ladies like my disciple.

Morpheus grinned as he stared at the hooded figure who slowly made his way out of the shadows but didn’t cross the hall.

Figure: That is rich coming from someone like you. If I remember correctly that is how you were able to collect all your disciples, isn’t that right Mr. Outlaw?

Morpheus tilted his head to the side for a moment as he pondered the person in front of him. The voice sounded vaguely familiar but he couldn’t place it until…….

Morpheus (chuckling): I must admit that you are much more persistent than I thought you would be, Tony. Maybe I underestimated you but that can’t be true because you still allow you heart to determine your actions. Maybe if you had tried harder back in high school, she wouldn’t have been so easily swayed to my philosophy.

Tony sneered as he removed the hood from his head. He took a couple of steps closer to Morpheus with his fist raised.

Tony: You doctored the photos that you showed her so that she would believe that I would cheat on her. Then you never stayed in the same place for more than a couple of weeks so I couldn’t catch up with you and get her back. This time though I will succeed in bring her back to the realm of love.

As Tony finished speaking, Morpheus crumpled to the ground. Tony looked between Morpheus and his fist for a moment before his vision was blacked by three security guards jumping him. A fourth walked over to Morpheus who was holding his face in his hands as the guard helped him up.

Guard: Are you alright, Mr. Outlaw? Would you like to file charges against this man?

Morpheus (muffled): That is quite alright, he just got a lucky shot on me. Please make sure he is escorted out of the arena and doesn’t find his way back in.

The guards nodded as the dragged a stunned Tony away from Morpheus. While the guards were facing away, Morpheus removed his hand and smirked at the naïve young man. The locker room door opened shortly after security was around the corner with Tony. Serenity peered into the hallway before looking at Morpheus.

Serenity: Is everything okay, Morpheus? I thought I heard a ruckus going on out here.

Morpheus: Everything is quite alright my dear. It was just some random crazy fan that security had to subdue. Nothing to worry your pretty little head about. Now are you ready to head back to the temple or would you like to watch the rest of the show?

Serenity: As much as I need training, I want to watch the rest of the show to get an idea of how my opponents wrestle.

Morpheus nodded as he extended his arm for the goth to take before the both walked away back towards the arena floor.
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