MD109: Matt Tastic vs. Ty Burna - Non Title
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The scene opens to inside a high class restaurant. It's evident to be a black tie only place, the sound of people chatting and waiters bustling around can be heard. Off at a corner table three men sit ominously, serious looks and conversation seem to be taking place as the camera focuses in, revealing two of the men to be Steven Holmes and John Constantine. The third man lifts his head up briefly, showing himself to be Ty Burna. His hair is slicked back and tied as he leans back into his chair a bit, swirling the whiskey in his glass back and forth, the ice clattering against the glass. Steven Holmes looks a bit uneasy as he looks up at Ty, his eyes staring right through him.
Holmes: So your proposal...
Ty: I believe it to be quite sound and built upon a strong foundation Steven.
Constantine: Just a short 24 hours ago you were battling against us in the Lottery, now you invite us out to dinner offering a proposal. So what gives Ty?
Ty takes a drink from his whiskey before reaching into his coat pocket and retrieving a cigarette. He ignites a match and sets the tobacco ablaze before setting the match in the ashtray. He inhales deeply, a smirk on his face as he gazes back and forth between the Elite members before exhaling slowly.
Ty: I would have assumed Showtime would have joined us this evening.
Constantine and Holmes shoot each other a gaze, an annoyed look upon their faces.
Constantine: He claims he needed some alone time.
Ty: A pity that he would miss such an important event. Gentlemen, I invited you here this evening for one simple item. We have watched idly by mind you as fools like Mikey Stormrage and Matt Tastic make a mockery of what we have all built individually to make so great. Whereas one may feel the need to lash out at them, I see a greater opportunity. To undermine what makes them so wonderful to those idiots in the crowd. Simply put, I wish to join you in the ranks of the Elite.
Silence surrounds the table as Holmes and Constantine look back to each other again, almost as if a telepathic conversation is going on. Holmes clears his throat and turns back to Ty, his eyes remaining the same.
Holmes: Surely you jest? What makes you believe you can simply treat us to a meal and be bought out like common plebeians?
Ty holds his hand out as his eyes close, the smirk remaining on his face before he takes another drag off his cigarette.
Ty: A mere offering of peace my good man. I felt such a conversation would require a more, fanciful location where men of our esteem may converse with good intentions.
Constantine: You've been a thorn in our sides for years Ty. You have shown nothing but disdain for me since I got into WZCW.
Ty: On the contrary John. I have held nothing but respect for you and your accomplishments. My words meant only to fuel the fire inside you. You see John, instead of playing to the lowest denominator, and wish for a good match, I use mere words to create that competition that I thrive for.
Holmes wipes his mouth with a napkin as a waiter stops by to deliver a fresh round of drinks. Ty takes one last drag off his cigarette before putting it out, picking up his glass and downing his first drink.
Holmes: You haven't exactly been the most trustworthy individual Tyrone. After all we've watched over the years as you've turned your back on Vengeance and The Apostles. I would not doubt your intentions of sliding the knife into our backs as well if it meant furthering your goals.
Ty begins to chuckle at the accusation, crossing his legs and adjusting his tie briefly before leaning forward, clasping his hands in front of him on the table as he looks back and forth between the two once more.
Ty: And yet you speak of the same methods you took with Constantine. Let me make one thing clear. The Elite is a business decision through and through is it not? It is why Michael Winters was thrown out as he was not holding his end up of the business. The fact remains that I see an opportunity. I belong among the best in WZCW, not playing video games with the likes of Stormrage who hasn't seen the inside of a gym in over five years. We share common ambitions and goals, and I will make no qualms that should the time come, I will not blame either of you for cannibalizing The Elite for your own selfish reasons. I will not carry false beliefs that this will be the end all be all. Speaking of selfish, what do you believe Showtime is up to right now?
Constantine: Does it really matter? You put it plain on the table that you will turn your back on us on a moment's notice. So what would be the point of bringing a poison into the group?
Ty: Because we are all snakes, ready to strike at a moment's notice John. The moment you achieve seven defenses you will have a World Title shot. What were to happen if you were champion. I am certain Steven here would not hesitate to make a claim to that, and nor would I. However, we all are faced with the fact that we do not have the World Heavyweight Championship. Together we can make that happen for each of us. Showtime is broken, have you two not seen it yet? Does he study tape anymore? Does he put in the effort that the three of us always put in night in and night out? He has no aspirations to be the best anymore. So bring in someone that can do that for you. Let me help elevate the Elite to the top of WZCW, where we rightfully belong!
Ty raises his glass before downing the second drink as Constantine and Holmes converse among each other. They sit back and nod their heads and look back to Ty. Ty holds his hand out, a smile forming on his face.
Ty: Well, do we have a deal?
Slowly Constantine reaches out and the two men shake hands, and soon Holmes does the same. Ty lifts his glass up slowly, calling for a waiter. He stops and tops off Ty's glass and Ty holds his glass up for a toast.
Ty: To the Elite gentlemen! And to the downfall of the two buffoons that will inevitably get in our way!
The three men clink glasses together as the scene fades away slowly, returning to a simple interview room where Ty sits in a finely tailored suit with a red tie. His hair is tied back once more, and sitting across from him his Stacey Madison.
Stacey: It's extremely rare of you to request interview Ty.
Ty smiles almost humbly as he nods his head in gratitude towards Stacey. She smiles back, almost uneasy but crosses her legs and looks at her cards.
Ty: It is such a pleasure to be joined by you this evening Stacey.
Stacey: Well let's get started then. The question on everyone's mind Ty, is why? Why join the Elite and turn on Mikey Stormrage?
Ty: It's rather simple Stacey, I saw through the facade and saw how weak Michael truly was. Steven Holmes and John Constantine are two of the greatest warriors in WZCW history. So I made a business decision. Instead of being friends with the weak, I became allies with the strong.
Stacey: But, you have shown a penchant for striking it out on your own, or having others perceived to be weaker than you. Why join up with equals now?
Ty: Let me ask you Stacey. Why is it Michael is so happy Matt Tastic holds the World Title? Is it because they're friends, or is it the fact that Michael is too dull to realize that he is being used once again by someone he trusts? Let's face it Stacey, he has been nothing more than a stepping stone his entire career for everyone else. James Howard, Matt Tastic, Grand Mystique, the list goes on. Where is his killer spirit? He lost the World Title just like I did! And yet while I prepare for what I must do to claim what is rightfully mine once again, he sits there and plays cheerleader for a career journeyman.
Stacey: Is this nothing more than jealousy Ty? Anger that Mikey was the one that eliminated you in the Lottery?
Ty's smile disappears very quickly as he leans forward towards Stacey, breathing slowly as his eyes contort in rage.
Ty: I have lost the Lethal Lottery more times than I have won it. Let me make one thing clear, I started at number one and I ran through nearly the entire roster. I have proven myself beyond a shadow of a doubt, the greatest warrior in WZCW. And yet, when the die is cast, and all the chips are on the table, Michael saves Matt Tastic from elimination. Forgetting his own chance to write his name into history, but instead hands the title to Matt Tastic. As for my elimination, yes it pains me to say Michael eliminated me, but to see that display sickened me to the core. And so I made sure he was done at that moment. A slight of hand and Mikey's balance is gone.
Stacey: But why the Elite then? Surely the greatest warrior in WZCW could handle himself against Mikey.
Ty stands up slowly from his chair, smoothing his suit down before suddenly leaning down, his hands on both side of Stacey, an unnerving smile forming on his face as his face gets mere inches away from hers. Stacey cries out in surprise, leaning back in her chair as far as she can.
Ty: I had become a beast that had lost his fangs Ms. Madison. The blood that runs in me is the blood of an animal that hunts for the blood of others. I lost my way, and yet when I looked across that ring and saw Steven Holmes and John Constantine, that pride I had so foolishly thrown away returned. I saw in them what I should always have been! Instead there I was putting up with ponies, buying new TV's, playing nice, and showing my human side. There is no human in me, there is nothing but a demon that thirsts for the blood of my enemies.
Stacey begins to noticeably shake as she tries to slide away from Ty. Ty's smile doesn't disappear but he leans forward, his mouth right next to her ear, his voice dropping to a lower tone.
Ty: You're trembling.
Stacey yells as she falls off the chair as Ty lifts it up and throws it across the room into the wall, shattering the wood. Stacey backs up into a wall as Ty turns towards her, laughing.
Ty: Is it in fear Stacey, or are you shaking in excitement for what is to come?
Ty walks over to her slowly, kneeling down in front of her as he lifts his finger up under her chin, moving her head up slowly. Ty's voice is steady, and his words calculated as he stares her right in the eyes, her own growing wide.
Ty: Such a delectable smell Stacey. It reminds me of days past with us, so much fun. But you see, the time for fun and games is over. Matt Tastic is my prey this week. But more importantly the trophy and the honor that is synonymous with myself will be in the opposite corner upon a man's shoulder who has no right to it.
Stacey tries to turn away, but she appears to be frozen, her eyes still wide as she looks up to him.
Stacey: Wh....what are you going to do?
Ty: Oh me? Why I will do what I do best Stacey, and that is destroy the so called spirit of WZCW. I will rip out his heart, and he will be broken by my own two hands. They will have no choice but to give me my rightful title match, and I will lay waste to him a second time. WZCW will belong to me once again, and all will be right with this world.
Ty removes his finger from Stacey's chin as he stands up slowly, walking towards the door. He opens it, letting light into the room but he stops and looks back.
Ty: I do enjoy our little chats Ms. Madison dear. Allow me to bring you a gift next time. Goodbye for now. Oh and if you see Matthew, give him my condolences for the trauma his grandfather went through at Lethal Lottery would you?
Ty walks out of the door as Stacey watches on, completely flustered as the scene fades away before changing to outside Mikey Stormrage's house. Rain is pouring outside as Serafina runs up to his door, knocking wildly.
Serafina: Mikey please answer the door! Mikey!
Serafina knocks again loudly, slamming her fist into the door as her hair clings to her shoulders and neck, her voice is weak as if crying for days.
Serafina: Mikey please, I need your help. Please.
The door cracks open a bit for a moment, but it shuts again loudly, the lock being turned can be heard as well. Serafina drops to her knees as she huddles against the door, tears mixing in with the rain drops.
Serafina: I don't know what to do about Ty. He won't answer me. Please Mikey, you're the only person I can trust. Please. Let me in.
The camera fades away as Serafina clutches onto her plushie, the rain dropping all around her.
Holmes: So your proposal...
Ty: I believe it to be quite sound and built upon a strong foundation Steven.
Constantine: Just a short 24 hours ago you were battling against us in the Lottery, now you invite us out to dinner offering a proposal. So what gives Ty?
Ty takes a drink from his whiskey before reaching into his coat pocket and retrieving a cigarette. He ignites a match and sets the tobacco ablaze before setting the match in the ashtray. He inhales deeply, a smirk on his face as he gazes back and forth between the Elite members before exhaling slowly.
Ty: I would have assumed Showtime would have joined us this evening.
Constantine and Holmes shoot each other a gaze, an annoyed look upon their faces.
Constantine: He claims he needed some alone time.
Ty: A pity that he would miss such an important event. Gentlemen, I invited you here this evening for one simple item. We have watched idly by mind you as fools like Mikey Stormrage and Matt Tastic make a mockery of what we have all built individually to make so great. Whereas one may feel the need to lash out at them, I see a greater opportunity. To undermine what makes them so wonderful to those idiots in the crowd. Simply put, I wish to join you in the ranks of the Elite.
Silence surrounds the table as Holmes and Constantine look back to each other again, almost as if a telepathic conversation is going on. Holmes clears his throat and turns back to Ty, his eyes remaining the same.
Holmes: Surely you jest? What makes you believe you can simply treat us to a meal and be bought out like common plebeians?
Ty holds his hand out as his eyes close, the smirk remaining on his face before he takes another drag off his cigarette.
Ty: A mere offering of peace my good man. I felt such a conversation would require a more, fanciful location where men of our esteem may converse with good intentions.
Constantine: You've been a thorn in our sides for years Ty. You have shown nothing but disdain for me since I got into WZCW.
Ty: On the contrary John. I have held nothing but respect for you and your accomplishments. My words meant only to fuel the fire inside you. You see John, instead of playing to the lowest denominator, and wish for a good match, I use mere words to create that competition that I thrive for.
Holmes wipes his mouth with a napkin as a waiter stops by to deliver a fresh round of drinks. Ty takes one last drag off his cigarette before putting it out, picking up his glass and downing his first drink.
Holmes: You haven't exactly been the most trustworthy individual Tyrone. After all we've watched over the years as you've turned your back on Vengeance and The Apostles. I would not doubt your intentions of sliding the knife into our backs as well if it meant furthering your goals.
Ty begins to chuckle at the accusation, crossing his legs and adjusting his tie briefly before leaning forward, clasping his hands in front of him on the table as he looks back and forth between the two once more.
Ty: And yet you speak of the same methods you took with Constantine. Let me make one thing clear. The Elite is a business decision through and through is it not? It is why Michael Winters was thrown out as he was not holding his end up of the business. The fact remains that I see an opportunity. I belong among the best in WZCW, not playing video games with the likes of Stormrage who hasn't seen the inside of a gym in over five years. We share common ambitions and goals, and I will make no qualms that should the time come, I will not blame either of you for cannibalizing The Elite for your own selfish reasons. I will not carry false beliefs that this will be the end all be all. Speaking of selfish, what do you believe Showtime is up to right now?
Constantine: Does it really matter? You put it plain on the table that you will turn your back on us on a moment's notice. So what would be the point of bringing a poison into the group?
Ty: Because we are all snakes, ready to strike at a moment's notice John. The moment you achieve seven defenses you will have a World Title shot. What were to happen if you were champion. I am certain Steven here would not hesitate to make a claim to that, and nor would I. However, we all are faced with the fact that we do not have the World Heavyweight Championship. Together we can make that happen for each of us. Showtime is broken, have you two not seen it yet? Does he study tape anymore? Does he put in the effort that the three of us always put in night in and night out? He has no aspirations to be the best anymore. So bring in someone that can do that for you. Let me help elevate the Elite to the top of WZCW, where we rightfully belong!
Ty raises his glass before downing the second drink as Constantine and Holmes converse among each other. They sit back and nod their heads and look back to Ty. Ty holds his hand out, a smile forming on his face.
Ty: Well, do we have a deal?
Slowly Constantine reaches out and the two men shake hands, and soon Holmes does the same. Ty lifts his glass up slowly, calling for a waiter. He stops and tops off Ty's glass and Ty holds his glass up for a toast.
Ty: To the Elite gentlemen! And to the downfall of the two buffoons that will inevitably get in our way!
The three men clink glasses together as the scene fades away slowly, returning to a simple interview room where Ty sits in a finely tailored suit with a red tie. His hair is tied back once more, and sitting across from him his Stacey Madison.
Stacey: It's extremely rare of you to request interview Ty.
Ty smiles almost humbly as he nods his head in gratitude towards Stacey. She smiles back, almost uneasy but crosses her legs and looks at her cards.
Ty: It is such a pleasure to be joined by you this evening Stacey.
Stacey: Well let's get started then. The question on everyone's mind Ty, is why? Why join the Elite and turn on Mikey Stormrage?
Ty: It's rather simple Stacey, I saw through the facade and saw how weak Michael truly was. Steven Holmes and John Constantine are two of the greatest warriors in WZCW history. So I made a business decision. Instead of being friends with the weak, I became allies with the strong.
Stacey: But, you have shown a penchant for striking it out on your own, or having others perceived to be weaker than you. Why join up with equals now?
Ty: Let me ask you Stacey. Why is it Michael is so happy Matt Tastic holds the World Title? Is it because they're friends, or is it the fact that Michael is too dull to realize that he is being used once again by someone he trusts? Let's face it Stacey, he has been nothing more than a stepping stone his entire career for everyone else. James Howard, Matt Tastic, Grand Mystique, the list goes on. Where is his killer spirit? He lost the World Title just like I did! And yet while I prepare for what I must do to claim what is rightfully mine once again, he sits there and plays cheerleader for a career journeyman.
Stacey: Is this nothing more than jealousy Ty? Anger that Mikey was the one that eliminated you in the Lottery?
Ty's smile disappears very quickly as he leans forward towards Stacey, breathing slowly as his eyes contort in rage.
Ty: I have lost the Lethal Lottery more times than I have won it. Let me make one thing clear, I started at number one and I ran through nearly the entire roster. I have proven myself beyond a shadow of a doubt, the greatest warrior in WZCW. And yet, when the die is cast, and all the chips are on the table, Michael saves Matt Tastic from elimination. Forgetting his own chance to write his name into history, but instead hands the title to Matt Tastic. As for my elimination, yes it pains me to say Michael eliminated me, but to see that display sickened me to the core. And so I made sure he was done at that moment. A slight of hand and Mikey's balance is gone.
Stacey: But why the Elite then? Surely the greatest warrior in WZCW could handle himself against Mikey.
Ty stands up slowly from his chair, smoothing his suit down before suddenly leaning down, his hands on both side of Stacey, an unnerving smile forming on his face as his face gets mere inches away from hers. Stacey cries out in surprise, leaning back in her chair as far as she can.
Ty: I had become a beast that had lost his fangs Ms. Madison. The blood that runs in me is the blood of an animal that hunts for the blood of others. I lost my way, and yet when I looked across that ring and saw Steven Holmes and John Constantine, that pride I had so foolishly thrown away returned. I saw in them what I should always have been! Instead there I was putting up with ponies, buying new TV's, playing nice, and showing my human side. There is no human in me, there is nothing but a demon that thirsts for the blood of my enemies.
Stacey begins to noticeably shake as she tries to slide away from Ty. Ty's smile doesn't disappear but he leans forward, his mouth right next to her ear, his voice dropping to a lower tone.
Ty: You're trembling.
Stacey yells as she falls off the chair as Ty lifts it up and throws it across the room into the wall, shattering the wood. Stacey backs up into a wall as Ty turns towards her, laughing.
Ty: Is it in fear Stacey, or are you shaking in excitement for what is to come?
Ty walks over to her slowly, kneeling down in front of her as he lifts his finger up under her chin, moving her head up slowly. Ty's voice is steady, and his words calculated as he stares her right in the eyes, her own growing wide.
Ty: Such a delectable smell Stacey. It reminds me of days past with us, so much fun. But you see, the time for fun and games is over. Matt Tastic is my prey this week. But more importantly the trophy and the honor that is synonymous with myself will be in the opposite corner upon a man's shoulder who has no right to it.
Stacey tries to turn away, but she appears to be frozen, her eyes still wide as she looks up to him.
Stacey: Wh....what are you going to do?
Ty: Oh me? Why I will do what I do best Stacey, and that is destroy the so called spirit of WZCW. I will rip out his heart, and he will be broken by my own two hands. They will have no choice but to give me my rightful title match, and I will lay waste to him a second time. WZCW will belong to me once again, and all will be right with this world.
Ty removes his finger from Stacey's chin as he stands up slowly, walking towards the door. He opens it, letting light into the room but he stops and looks back.
Ty: I do enjoy our little chats Ms. Madison dear. Allow me to bring you a gift next time. Goodbye for now. Oh and if you see Matthew, give him my condolences for the trauma his grandfather went through at Lethal Lottery would you?
Ty walks out of the door as Stacey watches on, completely flustered as the scene fades away before changing to outside Mikey Stormrage's house. Rain is pouring outside as Serafina runs up to his door, knocking wildly.
Serafina: Mikey please answer the door! Mikey!
Serafina knocks again loudly, slamming her fist into the door as her hair clings to her shoulders and neck, her voice is weak as if crying for days.
Serafina: Mikey please, I need your help. Please.
The door cracks open a bit for a moment, but it shuts again loudly, the lock being turned can be heard as well. Serafina drops to her knees as she huddles against the door, tears mixing in with the rain drops.
Serafina: I don't know what to do about Ty. He won't answer me. Please Mikey, you're the only person I can trust. Please. Let me in.
The camera fades away as Serafina clutches onto her plushie, the rain dropping all around her.
I wasn't pleased. I wasn't pleased at with what happened. The worst part is I saw it coming and still. I did so little to prevent it. But off on another side....... He appeared. Why? He attacked me. And now the challenge is on. I accept. I gladly accept.
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Days have gone by since Meltdown, Ascension and Aftershock. Ty Burna turned on Mikey even though Matt warned Ty not to. As if that wasn't enough there Beard. Of all people. Beard. He came out of nowhere. It's a cliché saying. But he did indeed come out of nowhere. After all, he abandoned the company. He disappeared. He was blacklisted. A nonexistent entity. Well for a few weeks anyway. Now he gets the opportunity to reclaim the very thing he deserted. Wrestling is such a weird sport that way, isn't it? Some people to showcase their skills on the mat. Others come to preach their agendas. As silly as they are. Fitness, detective work, modelling, their wackiness, it's just a conglomerate of the insane it seems. Now there's the man who wants to “destroy” to “rebuild”. Clearly in need of a piss check. There might be some PCP or something. But then.... There's the seemingly perfect balance. The man who preaches the words of “Chaos”. At the same time, WZCW's most disciplined martial artist. Wrestling is a martial art after all. And no one in wrestling history seems to be as adept in it's art as the one they call Ty Burna. And so we walk onward to Meltdown 109 and Kingdom Come 6.
Sebastian: Ladies and gentlemen, my name is Sebastian Copeland and tonight in this very ring I, on behalf of WZCW, bring you a special interview with none other than the current World Heavyweight Champion. Matt Tastic.
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Matt walks down the silent aisle of the empty arena. An obvious contrast to the usually deafening sound of thousands of fans in attendance. Matt walks out and seems taken back by the emptiness even though he knew about it. It's just not a normal sight.
Matt enters the ring with the World title around his waist. He walks past Copeland and puts on his earpiece and mic but sits on the turnbuckle instead. Comfortable with a soda from Taco Bell in his hand. He sips as Copeland starts to speak.
Sebastian: There's a chair right here, Matt.
Matt: I know. But as a professional wrestler, chairs tend to be used as weapons when in a ring. By me or against me. So if you don't mind, I'll sit on the turnbuckle where I feel comfortable. Thank you though for the offer.
Sebastian: Thank you for joining me here, Matt.
Matt: Anytime, Seabass. I'm available for anything this company offers me. That's what I got in this business for after all.
Sebastian: Great to hear, Matt. But first let me start by asking..... I just have so many questions. How surreal was it for you to finally break through and win the title in your own home in such a unique circumstance?
Matt: Well Seabass, it was awesome. It can't be said any other way. But I have to say that I just do not feel like looking into the past. That already happened. Why not look ahead instead? I had my moment. And that feeling is not coming back. I'm at the top of the mountain now, soaking up the breeze. Who'll knock me down?
Sebastian: Well, as we all learned these past shows, the former World Champion, The Beard will be your foe at Kingdom Come 6. What do you think about that? I mean, his actions are what put in motion everything that led to you winning the World Title.
Matt: I don't know what to think. Beard had a golden ticket, cashed it, walked out a winner and threw his prize away like a spoiled, immature child. Now that he see's someone else playing with the toy he threw away, he wants it back. To be honest, all I can say is “bring it”. He may have the claim that he never lost. But that doesn't change the fact that he also deserted his spot on the top of the mountain where I now stand.
Sebastian: Do you feel confident going into Kingdom Come to face him? Any doubt in you? Or do you feel you're in your game to win?
Matt: I know I can win. Lets put it in contrast, Seabass. I had to outlast 28 guys after a previous match. I went in 6th with only one person eliminated by then. The Beard on the other hand, ducked out.
Sebastian: That's true, but he won King For A Day in the Chamber match.
Matt: I've been in 2. What's your point, Seabass? You asked me if I felt I could beat him. I can. I've already shown I have the endurance to do it. I have the experience. Simply put, I have the capacity to win. Like it or not. Period.
Matt takes a sip out of his Taco Bell clad extra large soda which reads “Live Mas” on it in large.
Sebastian: Speaking of “like it or not” that brings me to an interesting point. It includes that drink. Over the past few months, you been shilling that product with Mikey Stormrage over and over. Repeating the phrase “Live Mas” at every chance you get. At this point, you're having detractors say you're not taking things seriously anymore and you've become all comedy because of it. Littering shows with it weekly. What are your thoughts on all that?
Matt: Well first off, at least it's something real. It's not me re-enacting The Wizard of Oz. It's not me in Suckas Gonna Fight IV. It's not me in a flying saucer. If I'm such a comedy guy, then why in the world am I best known for winning matches in the most conniving way possible then? I'm a 4 time Mayhem Champion and Elite X Champion and Eurasian Champion. I've won half my resume by either bashing someone with a chair like the one right there or spitting soda in their face. Not to mention it hasn't been that long since I looked like I belonged in an insane asylum throwing fits about politics. Trust me. When you get on my bad side, the fun will stop and you will get hurt. If you don't like a silly catchphrase, all I can say is.... Live Mas. It means live more. Enjoy your life. Make the most of what you have. Don't like Taco Bell? That's OK. Just breathe deep and if you can say to yourself I'm Lovin' It with a straight face, you're OK. What's the issue? Where's The Beef? You can Have It Your Way. I know for a fact Taste Is King and that not everyone has the same taste.But that's OK. In WZCW, we like to Eat Fresh. The phrase is real short. It goes by Louisiana Fast. Just keep in mind I'm here to serve so Come Hungry, Live Happy. There's a time to smile and there's a time for action. No need to be impatient. You get it, right Seabass? They can love. They can hate. It's part of the work. I'm not sweating it and I know they'll enjoy themselves at the end of the day.
Sebastian: Hahaha. I get it, Matt. Missing any?
Matt: I don't know. But I'm Thinkin' Arby's.
Sebastian: Well Matt, you said you had a dark side. And that if people did get on your bad side, they'd get hurt. I've gotta ask now. Ty Burna. You said you saw through the act. You warned him not to. But he did it. He attacked Mikey Stormrage and injured Showtime.
Matt: First off, I wanna say something about Showtime. I wanted to hurt him. I wanted to hurt him very badly for what he did at Lethal Lottery. But then I did see him get hurt. I did see him get punished. And I didn't like what I saw. Maybe it's because it wasn't me who did it. Maybe it's because of how it happened. Ty turns on someone. And he forces others to turn on their allies. Maybe that's it. Maybe it's because despite how terrible I could be, the idea of turning on an ally or forcing others to turn bothers me. It just pisses me off.
Sebastian: Any reason for that? Past occasions that might cause that dislike?
Matt: Maybe it's because I did it and didn't like it. Or maybe I just have a strong sense of loyalty. I mean, through thick and thin, I'm still here. Right? Whatever the cause, the fact is I hope Showtime does get better. Because despite the ugly stuff he did, I still enjoy seeing him in the ring. I still feel the need to push myself to be as good as he is. Nothing can change that. But Ty..... Ty's different. He's treated different. He's seen as different from everybody else. It's like an intangible. Why do we see him so differently? Just how different from everybody else is he? He's a wrestler like any other. But we see him as this awe inspiring phenom.
Do you?
Matt: In a sense. I can't help it. He's hyped as such so its just instinct to react to him as such. But I don't see him as anything different to what everyone else is. Human. He's held several titles. Meaning he's lost several times. He's normal, Seabass. He may make his eyes glow. He may dress all dark and scary but at the end of the day, he sweat. He bleeds. He breathes. He can get hurt. And he can lose. Just like the rest of us. He picked a fight with us because he thinks we're jokes? Sorry, Ty. We just make the jokes. We're wrestlers at the end of the day. You on the other hand, seem to believe you were spawned by Satan. Sorry, dude. But even he losses. If it means bitchslapping you with a bible, I will do it.
Sebastian: I don't think that'll go over well with religious folk, but regardless of that, what are your thoughts on The Elite joining up with him? It seems they just will not go away.
Matt: I think it's a real pity what Steven and Consty have become. 2 talented individuals. So well known for their ruthless attitude. And now they're lapdogs. First to Showtime now to Ty Burna. They love to claim they're the best wrestling has to offer but their "success" since coming together should speak for itself. 1 title win. 5 title losses. What happened, Elite? Regardless of all that, they're not gonna stop me. They couldn't do it at the Lottery, they sure as hell can't do it when I face Ty one on one. I'll beat him and prove- No. I'm gonna REMIND everyone that Ty is just another person. No harbinger of chaos. No apostle. No demon child. Just a great wrestler. Like me.
Sebastian: I'm gonna wrap it up with this final question. We know how you'l retaliate to all this. But what about your friend, Mikey Stormrage? How do you think he'll react? And how are you two getting along after you won the World title?
Matt: As far as the two of us, nothing has changed, Seabass. When I said it at Ascension I meant it. I want Mikey to challenge me. I want him to stand across me in the ring. That will be the ultimate proof that The Elite, The Beard and anyone that ever doubted the simple guys we are that we're just as good as anyone else. We're The Awesome Twosome of Wrestling after all. Anything The Elite can do, we can do. Now as for what Mikey would do about Ty's little move, I do not know. But my suggestion is to prove Ty wrong. To prove to Ty and The Elite that greats in this business come in all shapes and sizes. I'll prove it at Meltdown and Mikey will also prove it.
Sebastian: When?
Matt: Soon enough, Seabass. Soon enough. We'll both Deliver Kickassery all over The Elite and Ty Burna. Live fucking Mas.
Matt gets off the turnbuckle and approaches Sebastian with his hand extended. Sebastian reciprocates and the two shake.
Sebastian: Thank you for your time, Matt. And good luck at Meltdown.
Matt: Thank you, Seabass.
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