Most of the equipment and other amenities had been dismantled, boxed up and ready for shipping and moving the next day but some stuff had remained. Matt's phone buzzed. He pulled out and checked it. There was a notification from the HWA YouTube channel; he had remembered he'd changed his settings to notify him of any new content. Maniac's recent promo with Mandy Banks was viewable. He clicked on the link and watched the video. Matt maintained an emotionless figure as he watched Maniac speak. After the promo had finished, he put his phone away and took a moment before making his way towards the recording booth. Matt had remembered the recording equipment for their promos hadn't yet been packed away yet and that there was still some standard equipment. This was all he needed. He set everything up and pulled a steel folding chair into the room, turning it around and he sat on it facing outwards. As he seen the red light flash on the camera, he began to speak.
"Maniac... fella, it seems like an eternity you and I have been nibbling at each other, when it's only been a matter of months," Matt said. "There's a reason you decided to put your focus on me when you reappeared on the scene here in HWA, when you opened your big mouth and tried to act like some kind of twisted mentor to both Sean and me... you could've had your pick of anyone...Sean, Jeremy, any of the returning guys, even Butch himself... but no, you've set your sights one... at first, y'know, I thought it was because you seen me as a threat, but it's not that, is it, fella?”
Matt remained in his seated position, his arms leaning nonchalantly over the backrest portion of the steel chair. He gestured his hand out, pointing in an accusatory manner towards the camera.
"You see me as an easy target, You think iust because, in comparison to see some of you bigger lads, l'mfjust another face in the crowd, weighing less than buck-oh-five, you're gonna throw me around the ring like an empty bag of chips?"
Matt smirked, shaking his head, before leaning back, gripping the back of the chair before he straightened up and continued his address.
"Keep thinking it, lad, keep ininking it. because I don't have enough fingers and toes for amount of times my opponents have immediately dismissed me and written me off because of me height and stature! Every time, I've proved them wrong, even in defeat, I've proved them wrong. So allow me to let you in on a little secret, Sunshine.”
Matt beckoned towards the camera, as if encouraging them to come closer.
"You may be a hardcore icon or the Human Horror Reel or whatever it is you like to call yourself, you may be a former World Champion but this new era, that I represent…”
Matt pointed to himself, prodding his index finger off his chest.
“…. It isn't about sizes or weight limits…. it's about no limits and I have no limits, Maniac. There isn't a height I won't climb to for me to make my mark, no road I won't travel, an ounce of blood, sweat or tears I won't shed or cry to cement my place in this company. Can you say the same?”
Matt stood up from the chair now, he could feel himself getting pumped up.
“Maniac, I refuse to be the one that you want to use to make your comeback statement, lad. I'm not gonna be the young jobber that's going to put you over to show how tough and talent you are to scare the roster of the roster. Compared to you, I may be inexperienced but I am no rookie. I may be Irish but I'm far from green. Win, lose or draw at Havoc, I'm gonna give you the fight of your life, I will take you places you've never been before, I'm gonna make you wish you'd taken me seriously. So underestimate me all vou want, fella, because it's gonna bite you in the arse at Havoc.”
Matt took a moment to compose himself. He reached up to his face, running his hand across his beard and he allowed himself a light smile before starting to talk again.
"And of course, you think you've got me all figured out. You think you've got some sort of clairvoyant insight into my soul or some shite like that, don't you, lad? Sean might have his own issues right now but you're barking up the wrong tree if you think can twist my mind and doubt myself. I've got no...”
Matt held his hands up, using his index and middle fingers to make air quotes to emphasise his next words.
“‘Inner darkness' dwelling inside of me. Not every person is so complex, Maniac. I'm a simple man, myself. I wake up, I eat, I train, I listen to music, play some video games, enjoy a nice cold pint of the black stuff and I sleep. That's it.”
Matt held his arms out, the palms of his hands facing up and he shrugged.
"That's it, lad. The only thing you'll be setting me from is your shite patter you've been spewing for the last few weeks. Like I said earlier, just keep thinking that Havoc's going to be some sort of lesson for me, that you're somehow gonna be taking me on some hidden path, because l've got no interest in getting caught up in shitty riddles or cryptic messages. I'm in HWA to wrestle and the best I can be and at Havoc, I'm going to prove I belong in the ring with the likes of you and you'll walk out, questioning that part of your twisted, messed up psyche that led you to believe Matt Miller was going to be a walkover. I'll be seein' ya soon, fella.”
Matt stood up, the last thing the camera seeing being his hand reaching out to stop recording as the scene cut to black.
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