Post by Deleted on Mar 1, 2015 15:41:54 GMT -6
Deep breath and push Matthew, yeah that’s ten, just upped your max by 20 pounds in less than a week. Rack the bar and sit up. Where’s that damn towel? Oh there, man working out really does build up a sweat, and to be honest you look damn good. Man what a brilliant idea it was to put a mirror right next to my bench. Look at those traps, and man the abdominals are really starting to take a great shape. Jesse won’t know what hit him!
RW: Nice to see through all your scheming, you still have found the time to be extremely vain.
Crhist just the sound of his voice gives me a cold chill. Play it off like the mere fact that he has shown up now that his life is all in shambles doesn’t get to you.
MC: Nice to see your Roger, what’s it been, 6 months?
Way to keep the voice calm and even Matthew. He won’t even suspect that you knew he’d show up, because he always has to ride into the situation like the god damn white knight of any situation.
RW: All sarcasm aside, it is nice to see you.
Of course he heard the sarcasm, he’s the god damn reason I am so sarcastic. Oh shit please don’t sit down, of fuck fine sit down you dick face.
MC: So what is the honor and reason for you gracing my presence?
RW: I just wanted to say hi, and maybe discuss what we have to do this upcoming week.
MC: Of course you did. Don’t think I don’t have you figured out Roger, you walk in here after six months of avoiding me, all because your perfect life you had fell apart and you lost the NEW world title. Now you have a chance to pad your fucking career and you need me, so here you are, out of the blue standing in my gym trying to get me on the same page as you.
RW: Just tell me how you really feel.
MC: I pretty much did didn’t I? Of course your so fucking dense you wouldn’t notice now would you? Maybe you should go and find some other woman that can ruin your fucking life because you are too busy trying to be the perfect man!
RW: Wow.
Yeah wow mother fucker, you think I have any desire to help you? Fuck he’s so dense especially when he sits there with that fucking look of shock and confusion on his face.
MC: There was a time when I wanted to be your brother, wanted to help you out, but that time is long fucking gone. You shit on it when you chose that crazy as bitch over me, then had a god damn kid with her. Fuck Roger you have no clue about what it is people really want, and what it really means to be a brother!
RW: Matthew!
MC: Don’t Matthew me. You had your chance to be a brother, to help me and have me help you, that fucking sailed, now if you don’t mind, get the fuck out of here, I have to get ready to carry the biggest waste of space on this planet to the NEW tag team titles.
Yeah don’t say a fucking word as you duck your head and make your way out of my personal gym. No one needs you anymore Roger, and most of all I don’t fucking need you.
FD: That was kind of cruel don’t you think?
MC: Shut it Franklin, when I want your opinion I’ll give it to you! Now grab me another god damn towel so I can wipe Roger’s stink off the bench he sat on.
FD: Do you think he really deserved that? He is your brother.
MC: Was, he had all the chances in the world to be my brother but instead chose to be a giant fucking jack ass that cared more about his life looking great and being the most popular man on the planet than he did about being my brother.
FD: Still…
MC: No fucking still, he’s a fucking hypocrite asshole and I would rather win the tag titles on my own then ever share them with him. Now shut the fuck up Franklin and get me a fucking water.
FD: Yes sir.
Come on Matthew, the bench is clean, and you have things that need to be done today. Now put one god damn leg in front of the other and let’s get on with your life, you have to actually work for the money that Jesse is giving you now.
FD: Here you go Matthew.
MC: Good job, now let’s head into town, and no more talk about my brother, let’s choose a topic much more interesting.
FD: How about we talk about Jesse, he has a huge hard on for you now that he knows you where fucking him over all this time.
MC: I didn’t fuck Jesse over, he fucked himself over. Make no mistake Jesse may be broke, and his life may be in the shitter but now he knows what it felt like being an up and coming performer in his company. Having to stay at the shittiest of fucking hotels, having to eat ramen fucking noodles twice a day and using the damn shower rod as a pull up bar because you couldn’t afford a gym membership that spread across the country. No Jesse is getting what he deserves and I am proud that I am part of what brought it down upon him.
FD: But he gave you the opportunity to make the money you do now.
MC: Oh so because he got rich off my blood sweat and tears while I worked my body to the bone and got paid fucking penny’s I should have some level of respect for him. Fuck him, fuck him and the horse he rode in on. I will win his tag tittles all by myself and then show Jesse just what he deserves to see, the one man he can’t stand, the man he fucked over multiple times, rising to the top of his company all against Jesse’s wishes.
FD: Kind of lofty goals don’t you think?
MC: No I don’t think they are lofty, and where the fuck is my driver?
FD: He’s right there the car is pulling up.
MC: Good, you can do something right. As for my goals, no they are not fucking lofty, they are right on god damn par. I’m tired of being the whipping boy in this company, the laughing stock, the guy that everyone just makes fun of. I don’t want to hear ‘there goes Roger Wright’s brother’ anymore, I want people to see me, and say man that Matthew Carter is great.
FD: Yeah but don’t you think you could have gone about it a different way?
MC: Sure, but I’m tired of waiting for these morons to take notice. They say winning favors the bold. And was there anything bolder that I could have done that fuck Jesse over?
FD: Yeah but you don’t fight Jesse.
MC: Not yet.
FD: So don’t you think if you are planning to win the tag titles, that you should, I don’t know, worry about your opponents?
MC: Fuck them bitches. Look I hear the hype, Valora this, Apathy that, but at the end of the day what have either of them really done? Sure Valora was champion, so was I. Apathy, well who the hell knows what that broads name is this week. She’s like a fucking paranoid schizoid loose on the world. And Hell they have to take on me, I’m more ready to win the tag tittles than anyone else has ever been.
FD: Plus you have Roger.
MC: Don’t remind me of the damn downside to this match for me. We all have to be handicapped in some way in the match, and I’m sure Jesse figured Roger would be the best way to keep me from having a chance at the NEW tag titles. But like all the things Jesse does in regards to me, this will blow up in his face.
FD: So if you win, you are not going to let Roger carry a title?
MC: Fuck him, he ain’t carrying shit, I get to carry both titles just like I will have carried his ass to the god damn victory. Now shut up for a minute Franklin and get into the car.
Driver: Where too?
MC: Roger Wrights house.
FD: Why are you going there?
MC: He paid me a visit, so I figure I should pay him a visit.
FD: Yeah but he just left.
MC: So fucking what, I wasn’t done with what I had to say.
FD: You know, you confuse me sometimes.
MC: I have that effect on the simple minded, just ask Jesse and anyone else who has ever gotten into the ring with me.
FD: You are such a dick!
MC: And don’t you ever forget that! Now let’s get going driver.
Driver: Yes sir!
Maybe this asshole will shut the fuck up and let me sleep on the drive. Highly unlikely, fuck it feels like I’m being interviewed by some tool like Clark Benson! Oh well such is life, he’s quiet now and maybe, just maybe I can get some rest.
RW: Nice to see through all your scheming, you still have found the time to be extremely vain.
Crhist just the sound of his voice gives me a cold chill. Play it off like the mere fact that he has shown up now that his life is all in shambles doesn’t get to you.
MC: Nice to see your Roger, what’s it been, 6 months?
Way to keep the voice calm and even Matthew. He won’t even suspect that you knew he’d show up, because he always has to ride into the situation like the god damn white knight of any situation.
RW: All sarcasm aside, it is nice to see you.
Of course he heard the sarcasm, he’s the god damn reason I am so sarcastic. Oh shit please don’t sit down, of fuck fine sit down you dick face.
MC: So what is the honor and reason for you gracing my presence?
RW: I just wanted to say hi, and maybe discuss what we have to do this upcoming week.
MC: Of course you did. Don’t think I don’t have you figured out Roger, you walk in here after six months of avoiding me, all because your perfect life you had fell apart and you lost the NEW world title. Now you have a chance to pad your fucking career and you need me, so here you are, out of the blue standing in my gym trying to get me on the same page as you.
RW: Just tell me how you really feel.
MC: I pretty much did didn’t I? Of course your so fucking dense you wouldn’t notice now would you? Maybe you should go and find some other woman that can ruin your fucking life because you are too busy trying to be the perfect man!
RW: Wow.
Yeah wow mother fucker, you think I have any desire to help you? Fuck he’s so dense especially when he sits there with that fucking look of shock and confusion on his face.
MC: There was a time when I wanted to be your brother, wanted to help you out, but that time is long fucking gone. You shit on it when you chose that crazy as bitch over me, then had a god damn kid with her. Fuck Roger you have no clue about what it is people really want, and what it really means to be a brother!
RW: Matthew!
MC: Don’t Matthew me. You had your chance to be a brother, to help me and have me help you, that fucking sailed, now if you don’t mind, get the fuck out of here, I have to get ready to carry the biggest waste of space on this planet to the NEW tag team titles.
Yeah don’t say a fucking word as you duck your head and make your way out of my personal gym. No one needs you anymore Roger, and most of all I don’t fucking need you.
FD: That was kind of cruel don’t you think?
MC: Shut it Franklin, when I want your opinion I’ll give it to you! Now grab me another god damn towel so I can wipe Roger’s stink off the bench he sat on.
FD: Do you think he really deserved that? He is your brother.
MC: Was, he had all the chances in the world to be my brother but instead chose to be a giant fucking jack ass that cared more about his life looking great and being the most popular man on the planet than he did about being my brother.
FD: Still…
MC: No fucking still, he’s a fucking hypocrite asshole and I would rather win the tag titles on my own then ever share them with him. Now shut the fuck up Franklin and get me a fucking water.
FD: Yes sir.
Come on Matthew, the bench is clean, and you have things that need to be done today. Now put one god damn leg in front of the other and let’s get on with your life, you have to actually work for the money that Jesse is giving you now.
FD: Here you go Matthew.
MC: Good job, now let’s head into town, and no more talk about my brother, let’s choose a topic much more interesting.
FD: How about we talk about Jesse, he has a huge hard on for you now that he knows you where fucking him over all this time.
MC: I didn’t fuck Jesse over, he fucked himself over. Make no mistake Jesse may be broke, and his life may be in the shitter but now he knows what it felt like being an up and coming performer in his company. Having to stay at the shittiest of fucking hotels, having to eat ramen fucking noodles twice a day and using the damn shower rod as a pull up bar because you couldn’t afford a gym membership that spread across the country. No Jesse is getting what he deserves and I am proud that I am part of what brought it down upon him.
FD: But he gave you the opportunity to make the money you do now.
MC: Oh so because he got rich off my blood sweat and tears while I worked my body to the bone and got paid fucking penny’s I should have some level of respect for him. Fuck him, fuck him and the horse he rode in on. I will win his tag tittles all by myself and then show Jesse just what he deserves to see, the one man he can’t stand, the man he fucked over multiple times, rising to the top of his company all against Jesse’s wishes.
FD: Kind of lofty goals don’t you think?
MC: No I don’t think they are lofty, and where the fuck is my driver?
FD: He’s right there the car is pulling up.
MC: Good, you can do something right. As for my goals, no they are not fucking lofty, they are right on god damn par. I’m tired of being the whipping boy in this company, the laughing stock, the guy that everyone just makes fun of. I don’t want to hear ‘there goes Roger Wright’s brother’ anymore, I want people to see me, and say man that Matthew Carter is great.
FD: Yeah but don’t you think you could have gone about it a different way?
MC: Sure, but I’m tired of waiting for these morons to take notice. They say winning favors the bold. And was there anything bolder that I could have done that fuck Jesse over?
FD: Yeah but you don’t fight Jesse.
MC: Not yet.
FD: So don’t you think if you are planning to win the tag titles, that you should, I don’t know, worry about your opponents?
MC: Fuck them bitches. Look I hear the hype, Valora this, Apathy that, but at the end of the day what have either of them really done? Sure Valora was champion, so was I. Apathy, well who the hell knows what that broads name is this week. She’s like a fucking paranoid schizoid loose on the world. And Hell they have to take on me, I’m more ready to win the tag tittles than anyone else has ever been.
FD: Plus you have Roger.
MC: Don’t remind me of the damn downside to this match for me. We all have to be handicapped in some way in the match, and I’m sure Jesse figured Roger would be the best way to keep me from having a chance at the NEW tag titles. But like all the things Jesse does in regards to me, this will blow up in his face.
FD: So if you win, you are not going to let Roger carry a title?
MC: Fuck him, he ain’t carrying shit, I get to carry both titles just like I will have carried his ass to the god damn victory. Now shut up for a minute Franklin and get into the car.
Driver: Where too?
MC: Roger Wrights house.
FD: Why are you going there?
MC: He paid me a visit, so I figure I should pay him a visit.
FD: Yeah but he just left.
MC: So fucking what, I wasn’t done with what I had to say.
FD: You know, you confuse me sometimes.
MC: I have that effect on the simple minded, just ask Jesse and anyone else who has ever gotten into the ring with me.
FD: You are such a dick!
MC: And don’t you ever forget that! Now let’s get going driver.
Driver: Yes sir!
Maybe this asshole will shut the fuck up and let me sleep on the drive. Highly unlikely, fuck it feels like I’m being interviewed by some tool like Clark Benson! Oh well such is life, he’s quiet now and maybe, just maybe I can get some rest.