“Oh, Maniac, deary me, fella. Don’t tell me life has been so cruel to ya that you’ve only gone and got yourself some trust issues? What was it, lad? Losing your brother? Antonio knocking on the door trying to get the light? Bad childhood? Mum and dad didn’t hug you enough or told ya they loved ya? You’re a walking, talking bag of insufferable clichés, lad! You’re full nothin’ but bullshit and tired rhetorics. You throw out all these philosophical, rhetorical questions at me, like you’re trying to make me think, make second-guess meself and those close to me. You’ve known me all of five minutes in the grand scheme of things, mate. Christ knows you only know about Sean because he’s Butch’s nephew and I bet you hadn’t even heard of Jeremy before you decided to come crawling back out of Antonio’s husk. So why on God’s Green Earth should I take any credence from you casting aspersions on those I’m friends with? What possible reasons would they have to turn their backs on me? And your obsession with Butch and Wisdom’s running of this company is becoming nothing more than a bad dad joke, fella. The minute you hear it, you laugh, but not at how funny it is but at how sad it is.
I mean for fook sake, you said you don’t want HWA to become like our competitors? But we’ve got one company that have got Jon Moxley bleeding all over the place every week, Don Callis spiking Kenny Omega with a fookin’ screwdriver, the Young Bucks ramming sneakers filled with thumbtacks into their opponent’s face and the women competing in Death Matches!”
Matt shakes his head in disbelief.
“But here you are preaching that you want an Asylum match? Sounds like you want HWA to be MORE like our competitors? Which is it, Maniac? No wonder you’ve got personality issues when you can’t make up your mind about shit like this.”
Matt suddenly adopts a serious tone.
“The truth is, you desperately want me to snap, so you do! You want me to go on a big fookin’ tirade about how Butch and Wisdom don’t give a fiddler’s fart about me! How me friends are gonna stab me in the back! All it is, Maniac, is one giant fookin’ smokescreen. A smokescreen you’re puttin’ up to hide your own misgivings, your own fears. Do I think you’re afraid of me? No I don’t, lad, I’m not that fickle. But the fact that I was just a mosquito’s pube away from beatin’ ya…that scares ya, doesn’t it, lad? Hmm? Our match wasn’t the walk in the park you thought it was gonna be, was it lad? Eh? You thought you were gonna waltz into San Francisco and roll me over like some fookin’ green newbie fresh out of wrestling school…”
Matt wags his finger and making a tsk noise over and over.
“That’s why you decided to be a coward and attack me the way you did, because you were embarrassed. Ya had our whole match rehearsed and replayed in your mind a dozen times and each time it played out exactly the same. Only I didn’t read the script, lad! I wasn’t gonna just turn up and be the young lad who puts the big veteran over and make you look threatening and dominating! That’s why we are different from WWE, from AEW! Butch and Wisdom don’t feed their students and rising stars to the wolves to give the big names squash victories, no. They send them onto a battlefield where they know they have a chance of winning, to elevate them and you don’t like that, do ya, lad? You don’t like that a twenty-something upstart like me, almost beatcha.
“Truth is, Maniac. At this point, I couldn’t give two shiny shites if we get the Aslyum match or not. There’s chinks in your armour, lad and I know where they are now. So it doesn’t matter what match we get next time we’re standing across the ring from one another. I know I’ve got the tools in me arsenal to go one step further than I did last week. You’ve shown your hand, you’ve shown how low you’re willing to stoop. You’ve bled me, split me head open so me skull was showing to the world and guess what? I’m still fookin’ here! Not backin’ down! And I’ll never back down or run from a fight. In fact, looks like you’re at the United Center right now, mate. That’s about a ten-minute walk from my hotel. How about we see what you’re all about right now? I’ll come down there right now and I’ll show you what I’m all about! Or is that not part of the plan, Maniac? Maybe your little side-piece can commentate on it for HWA’s YouTube channel and your little pal Greg, that pretend little tough guy who thinks he’s a hard case because he’s sitting next to his buddy, can film it? In fact…”
Matt sets his phone down goes over and grabs his a pair of hand wraps from his duffel bag and begins to apply them to his hands and wrists. He picks his phone back up and looks back at his camera.
“…I’m making my way to the United Center now, let’s see if you’re ready to put your money where your mouth is lad and let the chips fall where they will…”
Matt cuts the recording and makes a quick exit from his hotel room as the scene fades to black.
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