#MATT COLE IM BEGGING

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This is just cruel now,,,

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this can be used as a fanfic

This is me spitballing the adamjf breakup because I havent slept and if im insane about a moment. You all have to be as well [its deemed in the contract yall sign when you follow me /joke] so I want max to tell cole hes dead. Or WAS dead. and I want him to tell him that its the bucks and kennys fault, that they tried to get rid of him and never really wanted him around in the first place. and SURE maybe adam cole knows that for a while he was "somewhere else" and he knows that the bucks put him there...but dead?! No max has to be lying....right? and the more cole lingers and thinks about it. the more he bugs and torments max about it, the more things start to come out of the woodwork; the bitter taste of monster in the back of coles throat, the fact that hes never felt quiet warm, always slightly damp like hes just showered and is air-drying. Little things that start to make sense the more he thinks about it...the more he lingers and leans on max- talking to him about what he means

and Max obviously plays it off as something everyone knows like "cmon cole. you dont remember?" and "it was that stupid little show" and kinda leaves cole standing there confused and sure that max would never lie to him right? RIGHT? RIGHT?! and so he goes to confront the bucks and hangman and kenny doing their own little things. and obviously at first hes apprehensive and unsure. hes not exactly part of the elite now nor has he really openly spoken to the bucks since the attack and beatdown plus the whole "you will never be kenny omega" is still kinda there because cole doesnt use his words right.

Cole, rightfully is angry when the bucks deny it and kinda play it off as laughs because of course theyd never hurt their friend but cole can tell that theyre lying, matts like playing with his hair and nicks looking away and kenny just looks a little guilty and he channels his "friends" to a tag match against him and max..but now cole feels insecure, like he cant trust anyone. if his old friends tried to kill him just for being around and spending time with them and for being himself- what could max do to him now that theyve spent all that time together, doing all those things. Cole starts getting paranoid, jumpy; following behind max with a weary glint in his eyes thats noticable but not understood. Max gets fustrated when cole cant really focus on matches and they start loosing, max doesnt want to wrestle all the time and when he is in the ring he wants to WIN and cole isnt getting his head in the game and now theyre loosing and

its

all

coles

fault.

the match between cole and max vs the bucks rolls around like at a ppv or something. and max doesnt get why hes in a tag match, hes the world champ for christ sake he doesnt have time to deal with whatever playground drama cole has dug up because cole hasnt told him what the fucks the matter apart from "something." and max obviously puts it down to roddy whose still lingering around, begging for his old friend back. Max here could make a mention or a breif remark like how at the moment cole and roddy are acting a lot alike, that clingy nervousness and anger at being replaced. and it gets under coles skin, its a looping through thats itching in his ears and so...he just cant take it anymore

he just snaps. in the middle of the match, he spots that max isnt fully into it, the bucks are annoyed because they honestly thought this was old new, they had finished with the story of adam cole in the showers years back and roddys on the ramp calling for him. and cole just...breaks

just throws his hands up and leaves. leaves the match and lingers around backstage angry and quiet, nervous and paranoid until eventually max is wondering wtf is wrong with his brochatcho [side note: that word is dyslexix hell] and cole is angry he looks a mess, like he hasnt slept or spoken to anyone for days and coles yelling and max doesnt like cole yelling so he yells back. theyre arguing and yelling and cole, looking max dead in the eyes

just takes off his adamjf shirt, and leaves it on the floor with his ROH tag title

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Dead Girls Don’t Die

Part 2: When the devil calls

Warnings: Mentions of death and violence, hospital setting. My previous parts have more exhaustive warnings just make the decision that feels right for you.

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Something was very very wrong. I bolt up lashing out blindly. A ball of ice-cold crackling energy shoots from my hand. A bearded man dressed in some kind of robes moves his hands opening a portal out of thin air and then closes it; trapping the energy. That's shocking and amazing and all but I can't help but stare down at my own hands in shock. “I apologize, that is- erm, a new development.” I murmur.

“It's alright I've handled worse, it's actually my job to handle mystic problems but that's not why I'm here.” I raise an eyebrow in his direction. “Tony Stark called in a favor so I came to look at your scans. In my career I handled some interesting cases, but it's rare to see damage like yours.” My heart skips a beat. “You can see the damage?” “Yes there’s damage to the frontal cortex of your brain and various injuries to your nerves If I’m correct you don’t have feeling on the soles of your feet?” I nod. It wasn’t that big of a deal until it turns out I’ve had something embedded in my foot for God knows how long.

“You're otherwise functional, we released some pressure from the base of your skull so that should be tender for a while, overall you have a clean bill of health. I raise my eyebrow inquisitively at him. “Is the psych eval not in or what?” “That’s clean too, you tested positive for the mutant gene. It explains your abilities.” My mind is going a mile a minute trying to process exactly what he’s saying. “That can’t be it, at least not the only…” I pause thinking for a second. “They found the bunker didn’t they?”

He seems to contemplate lying before admitting the truth. “Yes State and Local authorities are on scene, I suspect the FBI won’t be far behind.” I nod softly, it’s strange for my deep secrets to be common knowledge. “I appreciate your help but I have one question for you. Am I taking this IV out or are you because I have to go.” “No one is taking the IV out because the moment you’re off the morphine you’ll have a migraine strong enough to take out a grown man.”

“Coming from a girl who's taken out two grown men, just remove the damn IV” I wasn’t angry, just firm. I could tell he would be a tough nut to crack. “No I’m not risking the wellbeing of my patient you’re staying put” he counters. “You have a very short amount of time before I just rip it out.” I threaten. “Try that young lady and I'll restrain you.” His glare shows that he wanted to use words other than “young lady”

Sadly I’m still above begging. “Can I at least get a call? I've been in prisons with better bedside manner” I grumble. I think he says something about kids these days as he hands me the hospital phone. I feel a presence behind me. “I memorized the Lawyers number” Martin says. I push the phone in his direction and he dials. I place the receiver to my ear and listen to it ring.

I can hear the conversation in the background of the call. “I’m not your fucking secretary Red Im not taking your calls. “Just five minutes Castle I have to talk to the police chief and social services.” There’s some grumbling before someone finally speaks directly into the phone. “This is Matt Murdock’s phone. What do you want?” “Hi I’m Sylvia Cole I was hoping I could speak to Mr.Murdock regarding his visit to Massachusetts? He inhales sharply. “I’m assuming you’ve seen it, can I

ask— . “There were 12” he answers quickly, sparing me from asking the question.

My mind is reeling for a moment. “You need to tell then there are five more, the earliest ones.” “Alright Doll I’ll send the message,” he tells me. “Thank you, Mr…?” “Castle, Frank Castle you can call me Frank,” he replies. “Thank you, Frank, I truly appreciate your help,” I tell him softly. “Anytime Doll, call if you need anything alright? “I will, goodbye.” I set the phone in its cradle appreciating the satisfying sound.

Strange was staring at me as if he expected my head to burst into flames at any given moment. “I do hold some respect for you Dr.Strange I won’t rip the IV out I swear it. If you find me a bible I’ll swear it well or the Torah I’m half and half either works,” I offer. “Somehow I don’t believe that as you choose to sass me and promise in the same breath.” “You gotta let a girl have her fun somehow Doctor. The ghosts don't always get my humor.”

“The ghosts, what exactly are they like?” Strange asks taking a seat in the hospital chair. “Well they're all different, most of them are either terribly sad or angry at their predicament. I'm not entirely sure how they become ghosts, but they're not quite good or evil. Not in the black or the white ; they just get stuck in the grey. That's what I call where they go when I can't see them.” I explained to him. He begins to ask a question but doesn't get to finish it as I begin to scream bloody murder at the sight in front of me.

“What is it, what is it!?” Strange grabs me by the shoulders. I fall against his chest sobbing. “I can see them and I can feel their pain. They were just babies how could he do this? He was a father, he was my father, how could he do this to us.” Strange wraps me in his arms awkwardly at first but he softens a bit rocking me back and forth. “It’s alright he’s gone he can’t hurt anyone else.” “No no! you don’t understand they keep chanting it.” I try and scream louder to drown them out but I still hear them as a needle pricks my shoulder and my eyelids droop.

He’s alive He’s alive He’s alive He’s alive He’s alive

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nothing but respect for MY new bte champion

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