AS 3 - Matthew Fox vs Matt Royale

[Harthan]

New arrivals to WZCW, these men look to rise in the ranks with a victory over their opponent.

RP Deadline is September 8, 11:59 EST.

 

[TheDandTheV]

Because of me hits the loud speakers and is answered with boos as Matt Royale comes out with a mic in hand and heads toward the ring. He gets into the ring and stands in the middle. After the crowd dies down he begins to speak.

If you think I’m out here to tell you how wrong I was about being wrestling royalty and that Criminal Karnage gained my respect by beating me, then you are more stupid than I thought you were.

Boos can be heard as once he finishes his sentence. Royale smiles at the reaction.

I am still wrestling royalty. My lost to Karnage doesn’t change that. If you noticed that in our match I dominated most of it, but I (He thinks for a moment) I got lazy and Karnage was able to hit me with an early release. If Karnage would have pinned me after he hit the early release I might have some respect for the man, but instead of pinning me he picked me up and hit me with a solitary confinement. The only thing he deserves is to be locked in a cage for the rest of his miserable life.

The crowd boos even more at this remark.

It just goes to show you that people like Karnage don’t change. He’s still the same man that went to jail in the first place and he showed us all that in our match.

Royale is about to say something else, but stops himself.

To be honest I’m not out here to talk to you about how much of a weasel Karnage is. I’m out here to talk to you about my match against Matthew Fox.

More boos can be heard with the mention of Matthew Fox.

At first I didn’t know much about Matthew Fox other than that he’s new here in WZCW. After, looking him up I learned that he might be new in WZCW, but he isn’t new to wrestling. I found out that he is a former world champion in other wrestling organizations. I also found an even more disturbing fact which is that he’s 6’10, 361 pounds.

He tries to say something else, but is interrupted by “No Chance” chants by the crowd.

You all think I don’t have a chance against Fox? (Some cheers can be heard in response) Well you see I have a…

He again is interrupted by even louder “No Chance” chants. Royale looks pissed.

I’m done trying to explain myself to you idiots. Matthew Fox if you’re backstage listen up.

He pause for a moment and looks towards the ramp. With a serious look on his face Royale again begins to speak.

Fox I just wanted to let you know that I don’t care. I don’t care how big you are. I don’t care how many world championships you’ve won. I don’t care how good your cloverleaf is, and I don’t care how many people you’ve destroyed in your career. The only thing I care about is our match. Actually the only thing I care about is winning our match. Fox, you can tell as many interviewers as you want that you’re not only going to beat, but destroy me. The thing is though, I just don’t care. While you’re telling everyone that I’ll be preparing for our match. I’ll be looking for your weakness and when I find it I’ll exploit it during our…

Royale is again interrupted by “No Chance” chants. He stops himself as a smile grows on his face.

Fox, just like these idiots you probably think that because you’ve been in this business longer and because you’re so much bigger than me that our match is just going to be a tune up for your WZCW career.

Royale pauses again and has the same serious look on his face appears as before.

The thing is right now I’m almost in panic mode, Fox. I want my first WZCW win and I want it bad and I’m definitely not losing two matches in a row. Meaning that I’m going to do whatever it takes to win our match. No matter how low and dishonorable it is. To me a win is a win. It doesn’t matter if I have to get you disqualified, counted out, or if I have to hit with something. The only thing that matters is me winning.

Because of Me hits the loud speakers as Royale exits the ring to boos.

 

[Spaceman Spif]

I’m not the one who’s so far away
When I feel the snake bit enter my veins.

Fox is pacing around a large office, which looks as if a tornado has come torn it apart. A grand oak desk is upended, papers litter the floor, a leather office chair rests on its side near a shattered window. Fox grabs his hair, tugging it violently as he shakes his head side to side, his lips twisted into a scream of rage that can not be heard.

Fox: So... so it has come to this? After all these years... I thought I had won. This can't be happening, not again, I do not need you.

A cold malicious laughter echoes across the room as Fox throws his head back. A manic look plays across his already dark features. Hands, his hands tear at his t-shirt, ripping it from his body, tossing it aside.

Never did I wanna be here again,
And I don’t remember why I came.

Fox: You have always needed me... always. Do you think I ever truly left? What did you think that whisper in you ear was when you burned Sebastian? What do you think that shiver down your spine was as you spit on your own father's grave? What and where do you think the senseless violence comes from when you wonder why you did what you did?

Candles raise my desire,
Why I’m so far away.

Fox's eyes widen in what could be fear, his chest rising and falling rapidly. He clenches his jaw, shakes his head and walks over to the shattered window. He looks out across the Oakland Hills area, his hands unknowingly getting cut from the jagged remains of the window as he grips the sill.

Fox: Nononono... not again, you can not do this to me, I DO NOT NEED YOU! DO YOU HEAR ME! This, my legacy, is all me. I'm not a bad guy, I'm a good guy. I do not need you, get out of my head.

No more meaning to my life,
No more reason to stay.

Bloody hands release the window sill, Fox looks at the cuts to his palms, they appear very shallow and won't require stitches. The looks of fear that was still showing in his eyes fades, as a look of hatred and evil plays across his face. He smirks darkly, raises a hand to his mouth and licks the blood from his left palm.

Fox: You have been deluded by a legacy I created, you can see the truth because you are blinded by your own deep dark thoughts. You are hated, despised. It's my legacy, it always has been, always will be. A good guy would not burn his friend would he? You are evil, because I am evil, because I am the one who made your legacy what it is. You can never get rid of me, accept that fact and the better off you will be. Fight it and I will destroy you. You will end up back in that place... you do not want that do you?

Freezing, feeling,
Breathe in, breathe in...
I'm coming back again...

Fox stares long and hard at his hands. He licks his lips, shakes his head and swallows hard, his adams apple bobbing up and down in his throat. He wipes his hands off on his jeans and stumbles back away from the window. He slowly turns on the spot, looking from the desk, to the paper strewn across the hardwood floor. His eyes dart from a ripped painting of a wolf to a broken picture of him and Kay Jan. He picks up the frame, pulls the picture from underneath the broken glass and stares at himself. A smile is tugging at the corner's of the mouth of man in the picture, however the eyes that never lie, so a hidden, dark demon waiting behind the veil, waiting to show itself once more. Fox crumples the picture, drops to his knees, and looks up at the ceiling.

Hazing clouds rain on my head,
Empty thoughts fill my ears.
Find my shade by the moonlight,
Why my thoughts aren’t so clear.


Fox: If this is the way it is supposed to be, then so be it, I can not fight you, I am you, you are me, we are one... you win...

Demons dreaming,
Breathe in, breathe in...
I’m coming back again...


Voice: Hey Matt, wake up, you're gonna be late.

Kay Jan is softly shaking Fox by the shoulder. He awakes with a start. He sits up on the black leather couch and looks around his locker room. He stares at his hands a moment, they are fine. He nods to Kay Jan, who raises a brow at him as he gets up and heads out of the locker room. As he passes by a mirror, he glances at it, a dark glint sparkles in the corner of his eye. He smirks and walks out of the door and down the corridor.

The fans begin to boo loudly as 'Voices' hits the speakers. Fox walks out onto the ramp and looks around the arena, taking in the boos that bombard his ears, boos that until now fell upon deaf ears. He smirks, dismisses the fans with a wave of his hand and heads down the ramp. He slides into the ring and slithers over to a corner. He pushes himself up leans back against the turnbuckle and pulls a mic from his back pocket as his music fades.

Fox: I find it humorous that you boo me. Is it so bad that I do what I am going to say? Do you feel the need to boo me because I am that damn good or because I am not afraid to tell you that I am that damn good. I told you and I told my opponents that I would get a WZCW contract and I did just that. You fans are fickle, pathetic and pawns. You only boo me, because I speak the truth, I say what my intentions are, then I actually follow through with my plans. You boo me because I do not spew pathetic catchphrases or sell merchandise for you to waste your money on. I come out and dominate in this ring. I command respect and I get it, whether you want to give it or not. You hold up your middle fingers, wave them around, direct your verbal taunts at me, but it does not phase me, jealously does not get under my skin. I embrace your hate, your anger towards me, I bath in it, it pushes me farther, proves that I am feared because I do not cater and pander to you, I do what I want to do. So continue to yell your obscenities, continue to boo me, I like it, I love it, I want some more of it...

The fans are now booing incredibly loud now, giving Fox the thumbs down, but he just smirks, chuckles and shakes his head. He waits for the boos to die down and four minutes later when they finally do, he puts the mic back to his mouth.

Fox: So moving on, I have my first match as an official WZCW superstar. Mark this day in the calendars, history is about to be made. The most dominating force to ever step into a ring is back. The most controversial voice in wrestling is once again spreading his righteous words of truth. That's right, Matthew Fox is here. The Beast is back and I am hungry. Too long have I sat by and let my name, let my legacy become tarnished, become a memory. The time has come for me to unleash my personal brand of mayhem and destruction upon these fools that so stupidly choose to cross my path. I've tasted the blood, I've seen the victims that this company has to offer as a sacrifice to me, on my road to immortality and I love it. I will bring this company to it's knees as I reclaim my throne as the one true Icon in wrestling. So now I speak to my opponent, the first that will feel the power of my righteousness, the one who will be the first, but not the last to be left bruised, bloodied and beaten.

Fox cracks his neck and walks to the center of the ring. He stares at the entrance ramp, rubs his chin and smirks. The fans are continuing to boo, but he does not wait this time. He speaks over them and they soon fall quiet.

Fox: Matt Royale... you seemed to have some strong words for me. Oh yes I was backstage and I was indeed listening. I heard everything you said and I do have a response. Matt, you can talk all you want about how you are not scared of me, how you do not care that I am superior to you and that you think you can beat me. You can flap your lips all you want, shrug me off all you want, but there is only one thing I care about and that is what your eyes tell me. You see Matt, the eyes are the window to your souls and I have seen the truth in your eyes and I can smell the truth hanging in the air. You are terrified of me, that is why you put up such a strong front. It's ok Matt, there is no shame in the fear that you feel. It's quite natural for those feelings to creep inside of you when you are facing your worst nightmare. You seem to live in the delusion that wins are what it takes to make it in this business. Oh how wrong you are. Wins are great and all that, but the in the grand scheme of things, it's the impact you make, the legacy you leave that really matters. So you can do whatever you have to, to put my shoulders on that matt for three seconds, but it won't make a difference, because my shoulders will not be hitting that matt. I may not win this match, but I guarantee I will walk out under my own power, while you my friend will have to be carried out.

Fox walks to the ropes, runs a hands through his hair, then leans against the ropes and continues.

Fox: Try, try to prepare for me all you want, it is pointless Matt, pointless. If you want to prepare, I have a few ideas for you. Write a letter to mom and dad, telling them how much you love them. Get your will made out and signed. Tie up all your loose ends, make your peace with God and embrace the fact that this match was already over before it began, do that and you will be prepared for lies ahead for you. You see Matt Royale, even though I do tell you how I will destroy you, I do not actually have to do it, because it is verifiable fact that this can be the only outcome. There is not other way for this battle to end Matt, to argue this is to show how ignorant you really are. Those words your spoke, the speech from the bottom of your heart that you gave... none of it matters. Do you not see, the ending to this match, was prewritten before it was even made because you are not facing just anyone in this ring. You are facing me, and if that doesn't cause a yellow stream to run down your leg, then you are even more stupid than I thought and this will be even easier than I thought.

Fox throws the mic down, drops down and rolls out of the ring. He heads up the ramp as the fans yell, boo and even throw cups and garbage at him. Fox ignores them all though as he walks to the back, a look of pure malice spreading across his face.