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Main Event RUSH Championship; Matt Stone © vs Antarctica
Topic Started: May 30 2016, 11:48 PM (18 Views)
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Main Event

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Matt Stone © vs Antarctica
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I’m Still the Abominable Showman, Damn It!

We come in on Matt Stone, the BCW RUSH champion standing in the interview area, wearing his usual ‘Shut Me Up’ T-shirt and jeans. He could be going all out for the special, dressed as Tim Allen from everyone’s favourite sit com about an ex-con hosting a home improvement show, but that’s not really in the mindset of the champion. Oh, he thought about it, no doubt, but at the end of the day, after losing that tag match last month Stone has been focused on one thing and one thing only.

Matt Stone: Ever since I lost that tag match last month, I’ve had my mind on one thing and one thing only…

See? Told you

Matt Stone: That’s been making sure that I don’t lose again. Everyone gets lucky, I get that, and everyone has off nights, I get that too but my entire career has been about negating those things. It’s better to be lucky than good I’ve heard, but I don’t believe that. At Adrenaline seven, Antarctica wasn’t lucky or good, she was great. There’s no denying it, and there’s no point in making excuses despite the fact that my partner was next to useless. Idiot hadn’t even read Moby Dick, but I digress. My opponent for Hardcore Havoc had one night where she was able to step up beyond her means and get the job done and I applaud her for that, I really do. But the fact remains that while she was great one night, anyone can pull that feat off. The mark of a true champion such as myself is to be good night in and night out. I’m the most consistent man on this roster, in this business even and I prove that each and every night. A lesser man would have been defeated not just in that tag match, but in his mind as well but me? I came back and took Kimberly Heart pillar to post like it was any other night. I’m never going to have an off night, I’ll always be the most prepared man in the building and if you want to get one up on me, you have to really bring it.

That’s exactly what Antarctica did last month in that tag match. In a situation where you have to rely on your partner, she took advantage of my trust and capitalized, good for her, no really. But this Saturday, when it’s just you and me in that ring, I’m not going to be trying to help out a lesser man, I’m not going to be looking all around to make sure I’m not in the middle of a two on one situation, it’s going to be just you and me and I’m not going to let you get the upper hand a second time. It takes a real man to admit when he’s wrong and I admit it, you and Vivi are a better team than I gave you credit for, I’ve never been a fan of tag team wrestling and I thought I could carry anyone to a win against you two. You proved me wrong and I’ll take my hat off to you, if I ever wore a hat which I don’t cause it messes up my hair, but once again I digress.

In a one on one match though, that’s a different story. I haven’t defended this championship yet and to some people, that’s been a sign of weakness. That’s been the source of a few comments from people, saying that I’m afraid to lose this title and that’s why I’ve been avoiding the opportunity, but that’s just something that people like to say when they don’t have anything else. People expect me to just hand out title matches why? To make them feel better? Fuck that, if you want a shot at this title, you have to earn it. I’m still competing, because I love proving that I’m the best, but why would I put up my title if you can’t even beat me without it? Antarctica beat me in a tag match, true, but she’s still done more than people like Rose Jenkins or Blake Rogers have, for example. So while I questioned whether or not she deserved to be getting this title match, she at least did something with her opportunity.

But if you ask the those three people, Rose, Blake and Antarctica, they would have told you that I didn’t deserve to be in the Dead Man’s hand in the first place. They said I was babied, they said I was spoon fed my spot but when that bell rang, I shocked everyone and won the damn thing. I took full advantage of what was offered to me and I snatched this RUSH championship from all of them. I was as good as I’ve always been. I’ll be just as good this weekend because, once again, I’m consistent. I’m the standard bearer to which everyone else is measured against and Antarctica, you are going to be measured up to me this Saturday and you will come up short. Not physically, although you are shorter than me, but as far as talent goes, as far as consistency goes and as far as consistency goes, see what I did there?

At the end of the day Anti, you’re a good challenger, but that’s all you’ll ever be, a good challenger. I am a good champion, and there’s a huge gap of gradation in a good challenger and a good champion. You’re the type of person the fans can get behind, the name that can draw a good crowd to see if you’ll finally got that win you’ve been craving, but me? I’m the rock, or Stone in this case, that just refuses to budge. I’m the man that will always be at the very peak of this mountain and ever since I planted my flag here in Mount Bluff, I’ve been immovable and I’ve got no plans of packing up now. I’ve watched more tape than I’ve ever watched before because I hate it when people like Antarctica goes out and says that I’m complacent says that I’m content to just enjoy my success. I can never have enough success. I can never achieve enough and I’m always looking to add more wins, add more moments to my career and at Hardware Havoc, I add one more notch in my proverbial belt when I prove that I am everything that I say that I am. Whether your shoulders are pinned to the mat or you tap out, it doesn’t matter to me. I am Matt Stone, I am the RUSH champion and I am the best wrestler in this company. This time next week, all of those things will be true AND I would have beaten you. If you think I’m wrong all you have to do SHUT. ME. UP!


Stone takes the title off from around his waist and holds it up in the air for the camera to zoom in on before we fade out to black.
Edited by Matt, Jun 8 2016, 07:15 PM.
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*SMACK*
*SMACK*
*SMACK*

A series of vicious kicks hit into the bag as Antarctica was training for her huge RUSH Championship match with Matt Stone. She knew she had to be in the shape of her life, every moment spent in this gym had to be utilized to the maximum. Stone was a fantastic wrestler, as tough as anyone she’d faced in her time in Japan, and she would need every star aligned properly to come out with the victory. Every kick, every strike, every step, every lift... all were imbued with the passion and focus she needed to prove that she was the best.

*SMACK*
*SMACK*

“Good to see being back in the west has not turned you into those fat crying sissies they call wrestlers..”

The growl of a voice was of a man who may not have been tall in stature but was built like a damn brick shithouse, shaved head. Horrible fashion sense, even worse manners there was only one man who could fill those checkboxes with the number one contender, the infamous Noodle-Sama owner of “Drunken Noodle Dojo” if you cared for such fancy names. Leaning up against the door frame the one man myth, legend and trainer did his best impression of a smile which just looked like he was making faces (which he probably was anyway!) but there had been a hint of tenderness in his voice.

“SENSEI!” Antarctica left the bag with a sharp kick, and scurried across to her master, bowing deeply as a sign of respect. “What are you--”

“I was always told how you American women can do more than one thing at a time, if you can’t talk and train, stop talking! If that shit was not just some junk wrote for Cosmopolis magazine keep talking while you train.”

“Of course Sensei.” She scurried back to the training bag, even faster than she had gone away from it, and went back to abusing it.”So why are you here? I thought you hated the States?”

He picked up a can of Sapporo beer, and twists it open, emptying it with a few glugs the sensei burps loudly.

“More than I hate my children, my wife and her mother together..but all of them can go to hell when one of my little noodles is ready to boiled up in championship ramen. I made some serious sacrifices to get here today Tica-chan..I hope you understand that.”

She gasps and glances over at him with a kick.

“You didn’t..”

He cuts her off with a bark.

“Goddamn right I did! I flew over here and you know how much I hate airplanes right?”

Knowing full well how this story went Anti mouthed along to her mentor’s words.

“More than I hate trains, cabs and bicycles together.”

Sitting down on the floor with a lotus position Drunken Noodle looked at the empty can in his hand, crushed it and when Anti was in the process of landing some strikes to the bag he flung the fucking thing at her head! Which she ducked and that made the older man snort out an approval.

“See, always keep aware of your surroundings Tica. You can’t be the woodpecker if you don’t hear the wind that wants to drop you down..”

These weird yet somehow relevant phrases were the type the old timer was into, it never was actually explained to Antarctica if he knew what he meant or was he just throwing shit that could have sounded good. Reaching to what might have been a track suit jacket once. Sensei took out his pack of “Hope” cigarettes, white box block letters. Plain looking for the untrained eye but these were no ordinary cigarettes. They were the half sized, stubby versions. Higher nicotine and to put in just one word: lethal.

“You can’t smoke in here Sensei..” She said when hearing a lighter flick, that damn gold plated Dunhill, he never left anywhere without it.

“Yeah? Who’s going to stop me?” he said it, not as a challenge just a statement more of a matter of fact than actual question. They both knew that no one would stop Sensei Noodle from smoking, unless he ran out of cigarettes.

Antarcica kept her training going as she talked. “So have you been keeping up with my progress? I know you’re not much of one for these internet shows.” Hideki Masaru was not one for internet shows, in the world he existed. Internet did not.

“What? Oh you mean these “matches” of yours? I have some of the boys get me tapes of your stuff, a lot of talk a lot of foolishness, not enough fighting” He said, blowing out some smoke he tried to hide it but Antarctica heard some husk in there. “I talked to that little friend of yours the other day, it hurts an old man when all his children leave him to go to the big world”

This was a rare occasion when Masaru-sama let someone glimpse into how he actually felt towards his students.

“You do have children of your own Sensei”

Antacrtica spoke in a softer tone just to hear the old man scoff with content

“They are weak! They want hamburgers instead of ramen. They won’t eat fish they just want potatoes..they don’t drink whiskey or even Sake..they would rather have a cola.. My own kids have turned to Americanized bastards in their own country, our ancestors did not die an honorable death and get bombed to hell just so that they can trade in their traditions to McDonalds!”

Noodle-sama’s rants were nearly trademark stuff for all who trained with him but Antarctica knew better than to try and push him further.

“Understood. Well then... I take it you know about... Vivi.”

A hiss when the cigarette was crushed on the floor and another beer popped open.

“Yea, She is too nice for her own good. I get it you two are.. Tomodachi, friends but you can’t let foolish attachments chain your success down. I told you that when Meiko-chan wanted you two to be a team..you two were friends and I told you that you would never get anywhere with her, remember what happened to her?”

Of course she did. Meiko-chan’s head meet plywood pretty damn hard outside the unforgiving ring on the dojo one day in training when she accused Antarctica of being “too rough” and that was the time Hideki threw her out. In front of the rest of the students and Meiko never returned..ever.

“Vivi... is emotional. Naive. I just thought I could guide her in the right ways, as you always guided me, Sensei. But to be honest... I quickly tire of this. She asks too many questions, doesn’t do as she is told. People these days have no respect, especially the Westerners.”

She heard him get up, walking next to her, the shorter man looked at the bag in front of them.

“You know what you have to do don’t you? So do it. I did not waste my time training you and your friend just so that you two could return to your little world and make a mockery out of my teachings. I could have picked anyone, a lot of westerners think they know what Japan is about some Samurai films, some silly kid shows, weird game shows and a culture they can mock.. If you are going to turn into one of them Tica, you could have just stayed here.”

“Understood, Sensei.” He was right, absolutely. “I shall not let you down again.” And with one final strike, the bag rocked heavily, almost looking as if it would come unchained, but not quite.

Emotions had no place in the wrestling ring.

Noodle-Sama chuckled, crushed up another empty can, digged up his pack of smokes, putting one of those nicotine missiles between his lips and lit it up.

“I know you’ll be a good noodle in the soba that is BCW Tica, you can bring in some much needed oriental flavor to the world of hamburgers.”

He blew some smoke out with a chuckle then a sound of surprise escaped his lips as Antarctica snatched up his cigarette, still burning, crushing it between her fingers.

“I told you Sensei, you can’t smoke in here.”

This brought a smile to the veteran’s face and Antarctica smiled back at him, it was like she had never left the dojo at all.
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