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Broke: A Young Bucks fic based on this weeks Dynamite

Poor Bucks are broke and have no friends. Now they have to live cheap, which angered them

As seen on Ao3

Matt and Nick took the Uber out of the city after the show. Unfortunately for them, they couldn’t afford to book a hotel with the rest of the AEW roster and were forced to spend the night elsewhere. Somewhere cheap. And Matt hated it.

It was the most humiliating night of their lives after losing their EVP titles at All In last week. They were shunned, laughed at, embarrassed, and more importantly, no one had their back, not even the Death Riders, who had to deal with their own problems themselves.

It made them want to quit and live their lives at home, especially Matt.

And the last thing they needed was to deal with Don Callis just for Okada because he’s their best friend, and he’s the only one who actually cared. At least he doesn’t turn their back on them which is a good thing.

The car stopped at their destination as the Bucks got out to pick up their bags from the trunk. It’s an old looking motel in a small, quiet part of town not too far from the city. The lights on the sign flickered to stay lit as best as possible. There’s already a small group of people from the very corner of the motel doing something sketchy, they can’t seem to tell what those people are doing since they’re far distant from the entrance, it’s best not to lock eyes with any of them, so the Bucks kept going and entered the lobby and rung the bell as they wait at the front desk.

The lobby itself was nearly empty, the lights on the wall looked like they’re about to die out, the waiting area had worn out leather couches with patches and rips that looked like someone tried to cut the fabric with a knife, a table which one of the legs were about to give in and the TV on the wall was staticky and you can barely see what’s going on. Matt Jumped watching a cockroach scurry out looking for food until Nick squashed the bug when it got close to his foot.

“Nick, that’s gross!” Matt grimaced at the flat slimy bug that was scraped from the sole of Nick’s shoe.

“What? It was about to crawl on me. And besides, since we’re not EVPs anymore, we just gotta deal with it.” Nick shrugged as he leaned against the front desk while they waited for the concierge.

“Yeah but, for how long? Did you see how everyone in the arena was laughing at us? We got effing comic sans on that low budget graphic!” Matt aggregated, “Comic sans, Nick! It’s like elementary school level graphics for God’s sake.”

“To be fair, it's only day one. We still have Okada on our side, right? What’s the worst that can happen?”

Matt sighed. He hated that he and Nick had to work with Don Callis and his ‘family’ of all people. But it was worth a shot. Who needs Hangman or Kenny when you have someone who wasn’t trying to be fake to you? “I guess…” After a brief silence, he noticed the concierge hadn’t shown up yet “what is taking them so long,” he rang the bell repeatedly to get the concierge's attention.

“Ughh alright I’m coming! Hold your horses, sheesh.” An old, tired woman arrived from her office and looked over at the men in front of her as she raised her brow. “Are you gentlemen too famous to be booking a room in a place like this?

Matt and Nick glanced at each other and then looked back at the woman. Nick spoke, “Uh we were...”

“We like to have our room please. I don’t have time for small talk”

“Ah… of course. I’ll get right to it.” The concierge pulled out a binder and opened a page. “All ya gotta do is sign your name and I’ll give you the key to the room.”

The Bucks signed their names on the book and were given the key to their room, but not before paying for it. Unfortunately the concierge only takes cash. 120 dollars at least wasn’t too bad, Matt and Nick were able to split it and paid up.

“It’s a real shame…” the woman muttered but then spoke up to the Bucks. “Your key has the room number on it. Enjoy the rest of your night, boys.”

“Yeah, you too.” Matt said as he and Nick picked up their bags and took the stairs because the elevator was out of order.

The second floor of the motel was their destination. The hall was suspiciously quiet, saved for the faint sound of people arguing about something. They couldn't make out what the argument was about, but it sounded like a couple. Not like it’s any of their business. The rug had stains everywhere from old pieces of gum, spilled drinks and… blood? The wallpapers were peeling away from the walls made from scratches, dents on the wall that looked like someone punched through it. The motel smelled like trash.

“I hated it here already. Why did they even choose this for us?” Nick asked.

“To be fair, you said we have to deal with it” Matt responded with a raised brow as they stopped at their room, unlocked and opened the door. The Bucks looked around the place and frowned. There’s only one twin size bed in the room; the sheets were everywhere like someone was already there. There’s a recliner chair that looked new but out of place. A small crt TV that survived the millennium with a working cable and a DVD player. They looked into the bathroom that looked like a typical looking bathroom at typical apartments they used to live in when they were kids. But the bathroom looked dirty, there was mold on metal and there’s cracks on the walls. The worst part of the motel is that there’s no air conditioning so they have to rely on the fan on the ceiling.

Matt picked up the faint sound of squeaking from inside of the walls. “Oh god…” he muttered to himself, holding himself from feeling grossed out.

Nick was thinking about ordering food for the night but there’s not a single good place to eat. The only place to get food close by is the convenience store at a gas station. He sighed and gave up, closing the DoorDash app from his phone and laid flat on the bed, staring at the ceiling. “Hey Matt?”

“Huh,” Matt turned to his brother, keeping his arms folded due to the discomfort.

“Do you think that they were right about us? Is it really our fault?” Nick asked.

“What? Of course not! If anything, it’s their fault. They left us because they already got what they wanted. What did we get in return? Nothing.” Matt felt his throat burning, his eyes were starting to water. Never in his life did he and his brother were treated like dirt in real time. And it wasn’t the first time this happened. It's only been one week since All In and they already lost almost everything, they have nothing else to do but turn to Don Callis… it pains them to make a deal with him, but they’re still not sure if they can trust him again after everything from the previous years. All they could do while working with him is to stay vigilant; it’s the only way to stay friends with Okada despite his choice.

Matt hates it.

He missed the good old time where Original Elite were together with a problem. Just him, Nick and Kenny. Then Hangman joined and it was just the four of them. Ibushi would be around and it would be the five of them together. He just wishes there wouldn’t be any conflicts between them. Life would’ve been better if they would just communicate with each other.

Nick sat up with a frown, looking at his brother, who looked down at the crusty wooden floor, hands held tight around his arms. A single tear fell from his eye. Nick’s phone vibrated with a message from Okada. He picked it up and read it tilting his head. “Matt?”

Matt perked up, wiping a stray tear from his eye, “Yeah?”

“Okada sent me a text and said that Don’s got something for us tomorrow. He said to meet him at the diner sometime in the morning so they can talk about it.”

“Sure, I bet he’s gonna try to exploit us.”

“I mean, we don’t know? We’ll see, we just gotta stay on guard that’s all.” Nick looked worried. He doesn’t want to see his brother hurt, but he prays there’s hope that he and Matt are back on track after a night of embarrassment.

Matt sighed. “Alright. We’ll go tomorrow. I’d like to see what he wants, anyway.” He sat down on the reclining chair laid back on it. It’s a good thing this chair is oddly new, it would’ve broken down in one sit. “I’m gonna sleep on this chair. You can take the bed.”

Nick tilted his head in question, “You sure? I mean, you can sleep on the foot of the bed if you’re not comfortable on that chair.”

“No no, I’m fine. I’ll just sleep here.” It’s better to live through the punishment anyways. He deserves it.

“Well alright. I’m gonna try to get some shut eye then.” The Buck bid goodnight to each other and turned off the lights. It only took a few minutes of silence until they heard a scream for help from outside as if someone out there was getting chased by some killer. Nick was on his phone, watching reels on Instagram to distract himself, while Matt cried silently on the chair, reading through old text messages from his former friends to relive the memories. The good ones.

The Buck lost their sleep for the night…

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