Post by Deleted on Mar 15, 2015 22:27:52 GMT -6
MC: Every day of my life has been spent living in the shadows of my older brother Roger Wright. His accomplishments always garnering more notoriety than mine. He was 2 time state football champion in high school, I was three time and yet he’s the asshole that is in the school’s hall of fame. That’s been the story of my life. And now, I win the tag team titles, and yet Roger seems to be getting credit for the win. It’s absolutely frustrating that he gets all the credit and does half the god damn work.
I’m sure you can understand how that feels, I bet there is someone in your life always stealing your glory. Its god damn infuriating, and the worst part is everyone looks at me like I’m the crazy one. Hell these assholes in the NEW walk around the back all smiles, all because they got paid while the NEW was closed, and who should they be thanking? ME! But those mother fuckers would rather talk some shit and run their mouths.
I personally just fucked Jesse Styles over, ruined his life, and yet not one thank you. Roger of course thinks I’m the asshole in the situation, and Jesse, well he’s pissed and that makes some sense actually. Hell I go to the mail box every day, and check my email, and still not one fucking thank you. I might as well be god damn invisible, and honestly, that’s a big fucking help. You see for the longest time I used to get totally fucking man that assholes overlooked me, but now I see the power and advantage it gives me.
They write me off, and just assume I will vanish if they forget about me, but mother fuckers couldn’t be any further from wrong. See what people don’t get is I’m the most dangerous man in the NEW, I’m the man with nothing to lose. Take this asshole Hunter Valentyne. Make sure you understand this, I don’t hate Hunter, the fact is he’s an asshole, and truth be told I appreciate the shitty things and pain he put Roger through, but like everyone else in the NEW he sees me as nothing more than a step stone on his path to the next thing.
You see people think Hunter is truly crazy, and I bet some believe he belongs in that god damn mental institution, but I know the truth, I’ve seen the man at work. He’s got a plan, and to be honest I wouldn’t be shocked if he set the whole god damn thing up. That being said, Hunter might take the time to overlook me, and sure that gives me the advantage, but then again, the man is fighting every day, getting stronger, getting more powerful, and that could present a problem.
Still there isn’t a soul in the NEW who gives me a shot, and that’s fine with me, being the man in the shadow has always been my life. So with Hunter I will embrace my role and position, and as I have done on many of occasion I will succeed and still not get the credit I deserve. Like when I won the NEW world title, or when I won the Xtreme title, I will still be overlooked, still be the laughing stock of the NEW, the joke on everyone’s tongue.
DR: Mr. Carter this is just a physical, for psychiatric services you need to go down the hall and make a left, and it’s the last door on the right.
MC: You think I need to see a fucking shrink? God dammit what is wrong with everyone? One man can’t just vent, get his anger out and say what he has to say, without some asshole thinking he has lost his god damn mind. Do you see me walking around on the street talking to some guy that isn’t there? Asking for money from all the cars that stop at the intersection?
DR: I don’t know what you do outside of this office Mr. Carter.
MC: Son of a god damn bitch. When I want your opinion I will god damn give it to you, now shut the fuck and up and just sign the god damn paper that says I am in good shape and good to go.
DR: I can’t just sign the god damn paper Mr. Carter.
MC: Yes you can.
DR: No I can’t.
MC: So are you telling me you give Hunter Valentyne an actual physical on a regular basis while he is in the god damn looney bin? Yeah silence mother fucker, now sign the god damn paperwork.
DR: I have strict orders to give you a rectal exam as part of the physical, now drop your pants and bend over.
MC: What? Who the fuck…Oh god damn that son of a bitch!
DR: Whenever you are ready Mr. Carter.
MC: Ready? No mother fucker is ever ready for someone to slip their god damn fingers into their asshole. This stays in this room right?
DR: Hippa laws keep me from releasing any medical information beyond whether you pass or fail the exam. Now drop your pants and bend over Mr. Carter.
MC: First tell me this was Jesse’s doing!
DR: Fine, it was Jesse’s doing, now drop your god damn pants so we can get this over with.
MC: Fine, just be gentle. Wait, what the hell was that sound?
DR: Just lubing up my fingers.
MC: Oh my god, this might be the worst day of my life. Get it over with please.
DR: And here we go!
MC: Oh son of a bitch, Jesus, please stop. God damn how far are you going to dig into my asshole? Fuck man are you trying to pull my lunch out of my stomach?
DR: Please relax Mr. Carter.
MC: Have you ever had a man shove his fingers in your ass and tried to relax? Yeah mother fucker that’s what I thought, now hurry the fuck up, you have touched every part of my internal organs at this point.
DR: Ok there you go, everything looks good Mr. Carter.
MC: Well my asshole doesn’t feel like it is ok, I feel like a god damn horse just violated me. Now can I pull my fucking pants up?
DR: By all means please do Mr. Carter.
MC: So can you sign the paperwork now?
DR: That part of it.
MC: Meaning?
DR: I need you to pay for the physical.
MC: What the fuck are you talking about? I have coverage through the NEW health care plan.
DR: Yes for a regular checkup, but this was a personal physical, you are not due for a physical for 3 more months, you only need one every year.
MC: Bullshit, the headquarters sent me an email telling me I had to report here at this time for my employment physical. Unless, Oh god damn son of a bitch! I am going to murder Jesse.
DR: At least you can take care in knowing that you passed the physical.
MC: Fuck you, I just let you put your fingers in my ass when I didn’t need you too. I am going to fucking kill Jesse Styles.
DR: No need Mr. Carter. You don’t have to have another physical for a year.
MC: Lemons to Lemondade, yada yada yada. It doesn’t change the fact you unnecessarily violated my ass. I should fucking kill you, but I need you to sign that fucking paperwork.
DR: And done. Now you have a great day Mr. Carter, and I put my personal phone number at the bottom if you are ever feeling lonely.
MC: Son of a bitch.
Matthew lashed out with a right hand that landed square on the right side of the DR’s jaw. Instantly the man went rigid and fell to his knees before falling forward onto his face.
MC: Got more jokes asshole?
NURSE: What have you done?
MC: Oh great, now I have to take care of you too.
NURSE: I won’t say anything, I swear.
MC: I know you won’t sweetie, that wasn’t what I meant when I said I needed to take care of you. Now why don’t you and I go get something to drink? I am Matthew Carter.
NURSE: As in Roger Wright’s brother?
MC: FUCK!!!!
Matthew threw his hands up in the air and walked past the woman, letting out an exhale of disgust as he made his way down the hall.
NURSE: We still going out?
MC: What do you think?
NURSE: I don’t know.
MC: There is your answer!
The elevator door slid open just as Matthew reached out to press the button. He smiled and slipped onto it.
WOMAN: Get the old slippery finger?
MC: What?
WOMAN: Leaving a doctor’s office, you have a bit of a gate in your step, you got the old slippery finger.
Matthew closed his eyes and took a deep breath, hoping that just not talking would cause the conversation to move on.
WOMAN: You don’t look old enough to need that type of physical though. Overcoming cancer?
MC: What the fuck is wrong with you? You don’t know me, and yet you stand there and just think this is remotely in the ball park of a conversation I want to have?
WOMAN: Sorry for trying to make small talk. Would you prefer I told you my name and asked you for yours? I am Cindy.
MC: Mathew Carter!
CINDY: OH!
MC: OH?
WOMAN: My husband is a big NEW fan, he’s looking forward to your match with Hunter Valentyne. I personally don’t get the whole thing, but he’s into it.
MC: Thank you!
CINDY: Hey can you do me a favor?
MC: I can try.
CINDY: Think you can get me Roger’s autograph? I will give you my address and you can mail it to me.
MC: I…Fuck no! Why would you want that assholes autograph?
CINDY: Because he’s so good, I mean the way he set you guys up for that win at Ignite where you guys became NEW champion, he’s so brave and just, he’s hot!
MC: He’s a no talent asshole, just like Hunter!
CINDY: Both of them are in the hall of fame aren’t they?
MC: How much longer is this elevator ride?
CINDY: Oh I didn’t press the button, we have just been sitting here!
MC: Fuck me, press the damn button. And for the record, being a god damn hall of famer doesn’t mean shit, I have accomplished damn near as much as Hunter in one fifth the god damn time he did it. So tell me how being in the hall of fame means shit when I am on the outside looking in?
CINDY: This is my floor.
MC: Oh now you are just going to walk away? Tell your husband to enjoy watching me beat the shit out of Hunter on Ignite!
CINDY: Whatever!
Matthew pressed the bottom floor button and leaned back in the elevator closing his eyes while taking a deep breath.
I’m sure you can understand how that feels, I bet there is someone in your life always stealing your glory. Its god damn infuriating, and the worst part is everyone looks at me like I’m the crazy one. Hell these assholes in the NEW walk around the back all smiles, all because they got paid while the NEW was closed, and who should they be thanking? ME! But those mother fuckers would rather talk some shit and run their mouths.
I personally just fucked Jesse Styles over, ruined his life, and yet not one thank you. Roger of course thinks I’m the asshole in the situation, and Jesse, well he’s pissed and that makes some sense actually. Hell I go to the mail box every day, and check my email, and still not one fucking thank you. I might as well be god damn invisible, and honestly, that’s a big fucking help. You see for the longest time I used to get totally fucking man that assholes overlooked me, but now I see the power and advantage it gives me.
They write me off, and just assume I will vanish if they forget about me, but mother fuckers couldn’t be any further from wrong. See what people don’t get is I’m the most dangerous man in the NEW, I’m the man with nothing to lose. Take this asshole Hunter Valentyne. Make sure you understand this, I don’t hate Hunter, the fact is he’s an asshole, and truth be told I appreciate the shitty things and pain he put Roger through, but like everyone else in the NEW he sees me as nothing more than a step stone on his path to the next thing.
You see people think Hunter is truly crazy, and I bet some believe he belongs in that god damn mental institution, but I know the truth, I’ve seen the man at work. He’s got a plan, and to be honest I wouldn’t be shocked if he set the whole god damn thing up. That being said, Hunter might take the time to overlook me, and sure that gives me the advantage, but then again, the man is fighting every day, getting stronger, getting more powerful, and that could present a problem.
Still there isn’t a soul in the NEW who gives me a shot, and that’s fine with me, being the man in the shadow has always been my life. So with Hunter I will embrace my role and position, and as I have done on many of occasion I will succeed and still not get the credit I deserve. Like when I won the NEW world title, or when I won the Xtreme title, I will still be overlooked, still be the laughing stock of the NEW, the joke on everyone’s tongue.
DR: Mr. Carter this is just a physical, for psychiatric services you need to go down the hall and make a left, and it’s the last door on the right.
MC: You think I need to see a fucking shrink? God dammit what is wrong with everyone? One man can’t just vent, get his anger out and say what he has to say, without some asshole thinking he has lost his god damn mind. Do you see me walking around on the street talking to some guy that isn’t there? Asking for money from all the cars that stop at the intersection?
DR: I don’t know what you do outside of this office Mr. Carter.
MC: Son of a god damn bitch. When I want your opinion I will god damn give it to you, now shut the fuck and up and just sign the god damn paper that says I am in good shape and good to go.
DR: I can’t just sign the god damn paper Mr. Carter.
MC: Yes you can.
DR: No I can’t.
MC: So are you telling me you give Hunter Valentyne an actual physical on a regular basis while he is in the god damn looney bin? Yeah silence mother fucker, now sign the god damn paperwork.
DR: I have strict orders to give you a rectal exam as part of the physical, now drop your pants and bend over.
MC: What? Who the fuck…Oh god damn that son of a bitch!
DR: Whenever you are ready Mr. Carter.
MC: Ready? No mother fucker is ever ready for someone to slip their god damn fingers into their asshole. This stays in this room right?
DR: Hippa laws keep me from releasing any medical information beyond whether you pass or fail the exam. Now drop your pants and bend over Mr. Carter.
MC: First tell me this was Jesse’s doing!
DR: Fine, it was Jesse’s doing, now drop your god damn pants so we can get this over with.
MC: Fine, just be gentle. Wait, what the hell was that sound?
DR: Just lubing up my fingers.
MC: Oh my god, this might be the worst day of my life. Get it over with please.
DR: And here we go!
MC: Oh son of a bitch, Jesus, please stop. God damn how far are you going to dig into my asshole? Fuck man are you trying to pull my lunch out of my stomach?
DR: Please relax Mr. Carter.
MC: Have you ever had a man shove his fingers in your ass and tried to relax? Yeah mother fucker that’s what I thought, now hurry the fuck up, you have touched every part of my internal organs at this point.
DR: Ok there you go, everything looks good Mr. Carter.
MC: Well my asshole doesn’t feel like it is ok, I feel like a god damn horse just violated me. Now can I pull my fucking pants up?
DR: By all means please do Mr. Carter.
MC: So can you sign the paperwork now?
DR: That part of it.
MC: Meaning?
DR: I need you to pay for the physical.
MC: What the fuck are you talking about? I have coverage through the NEW health care plan.
DR: Yes for a regular checkup, but this was a personal physical, you are not due for a physical for 3 more months, you only need one every year.
MC: Bullshit, the headquarters sent me an email telling me I had to report here at this time for my employment physical. Unless, Oh god damn son of a bitch! I am going to murder Jesse.
DR: At least you can take care in knowing that you passed the physical.
MC: Fuck you, I just let you put your fingers in my ass when I didn’t need you too. I am going to fucking kill Jesse Styles.
DR: No need Mr. Carter. You don’t have to have another physical for a year.
MC: Lemons to Lemondade, yada yada yada. It doesn’t change the fact you unnecessarily violated my ass. I should fucking kill you, but I need you to sign that fucking paperwork.
DR: And done. Now you have a great day Mr. Carter, and I put my personal phone number at the bottom if you are ever feeling lonely.
MC: Son of a bitch.
Matthew lashed out with a right hand that landed square on the right side of the DR’s jaw. Instantly the man went rigid and fell to his knees before falling forward onto his face.
MC: Got more jokes asshole?
NURSE: What have you done?
MC: Oh great, now I have to take care of you too.
NURSE: I won’t say anything, I swear.
MC: I know you won’t sweetie, that wasn’t what I meant when I said I needed to take care of you. Now why don’t you and I go get something to drink? I am Matthew Carter.
NURSE: As in Roger Wright’s brother?
MC: FUCK!!!!
Matthew threw his hands up in the air and walked past the woman, letting out an exhale of disgust as he made his way down the hall.
NURSE: We still going out?
MC: What do you think?
NURSE: I don’t know.
MC: There is your answer!
The elevator door slid open just as Matthew reached out to press the button. He smiled and slipped onto it.
WOMAN: Get the old slippery finger?
MC: What?
WOMAN: Leaving a doctor’s office, you have a bit of a gate in your step, you got the old slippery finger.
Matthew closed his eyes and took a deep breath, hoping that just not talking would cause the conversation to move on.
WOMAN: You don’t look old enough to need that type of physical though. Overcoming cancer?
MC: What the fuck is wrong with you? You don’t know me, and yet you stand there and just think this is remotely in the ball park of a conversation I want to have?
WOMAN: Sorry for trying to make small talk. Would you prefer I told you my name and asked you for yours? I am Cindy.
MC: Mathew Carter!
CINDY: OH!
MC: OH?
WOMAN: My husband is a big NEW fan, he’s looking forward to your match with Hunter Valentyne. I personally don’t get the whole thing, but he’s into it.
MC: Thank you!
CINDY: Hey can you do me a favor?
MC: I can try.
CINDY: Think you can get me Roger’s autograph? I will give you my address and you can mail it to me.
MC: I…Fuck no! Why would you want that assholes autograph?
CINDY: Because he’s so good, I mean the way he set you guys up for that win at Ignite where you guys became NEW champion, he’s so brave and just, he’s hot!
MC: He’s a no talent asshole, just like Hunter!
CINDY: Both of them are in the hall of fame aren’t they?
MC: How much longer is this elevator ride?
CINDY: Oh I didn’t press the button, we have just been sitting here!
MC: Fuck me, press the damn button. And for the record, being a god damn hall of famer doesn’t mean shit, I have accomplished damn near as much as Hunter in one fifth the god damn time he did it. So tell me how being in the hall of fame means shit when I am on the outside looking in?
CINDY: This is my floor.
MC: Oh now you are just going to walk away? Tell your husband to enjoy watching me beat the shit out of Hunter on Ignite!
CINDY: Whatever!
Matthew pressed the bottom floor button and leaned back in the elevator closing his eyes while taking a deep breath.