“Maniac, lad, this tag match at Havoc, trust me, it’s just the appetiser for what’s waiting for us further down the line, fella. But don’t mistake it for a mere preview though, lad! Every time I step into the ring, whether it’s Havoc, a pay-per-view, a singles match, or a tag, or even a brawl in the bathroom stalls, it’s Miller Time whenever I’m involved!”
His eyes glint with determination, his Irish charm mixed with an unwavering resolve.
"See, I know all about you and Deas, fella. Aye, you may have some history as a team, but let me tell you, my friend, Jeremy and I are no strangers. We've trained together, fought together, bled together.”
Matt's voice grows stronger, filled with conviction. He smiles, with a hint of disdain.
“Y’know what? Let’s talk about your partner, Bryan Deas for a moment, shall we? Aside from sneaking up on Jeremy and experiencing a taste of his own medicine from me, where has Deas been? Nowhere to be seen! Is that the kind of partner you trust, Maniac? A partner who disappears into the shadows?”
Matt’s voice carries a biting edge, his confidence growing with every word.
“You speak of you and Deas as a well-oiled machine, but the truth is Bryan Deas is nothing more than a joke, so he is. He clung onto stables in his previous tenure, desperately trying to hide the fact that he’s a mediocre wrestler seeking relevance by latching onto anyone who will carry him. But you’re too naive and caught up in trying to decipher the voices in your head, trying to keep your dick wet in Mandy and “teaching” Erica to see it. You know, at Havoc, it might as well be a handicap match, fella! Deas won’t bring any significant contribution to your so-called well-oiled machine. Hell, you’d have a better chance teaming with Erica. At least she’d put up a fight worth remembering.”
Matt’s smirk grows wider, his confidence radiating from every pore.
“But let’s not overlook the inevitable, lad. Even if you were to find a worthy partner, it wouldn’t change a thing. You’ll still be in for a rude awakening. Yeah, you may have gotten the win all those weeks ago back at the first Havoc and dished out your beatdown on me, but let me remind you of Chicago!”
Matt’s voice reverberates with a newfound aggression.
“We tore that arena apart, Maniac, so we did! I fought tooth and nail to even the score, to show you that I’m not just some young pup waiting to be dominated. I know I didn’t exactly come out smelling like a bed of roses but you still left the United Center bloodied and battered. I refuse to be treated as ‘new blood’ or a ‘rising star’ anymore!”
His words carry a venomous determination, punctuated by the force of his convictions.
“Jeremy and I, we’ve paid our dues. We’ve proven ourselves time and time again. We’ve shed blood, sweat, and tears to be where we are. We’re not just the ‘young up-and-comers’ anymore. We’re forces to be reckoned with, and it’s about damn time you recognised that, fella!”
Matt’s fists clench tightly, the intensity in his eyes unwavering.
“Respect is earned, Maniac. And in that ring, I’ll make sure you respect every ounce of fight we bring. No more underestimating us. No more treating us like stepping stones on your path to glory. What Butch and Wisdom built, the HWA legacy, it means something to us, Maniac. We've kept the flame burning for years, carrying the weight of this place on our shoulders. And all you’ve done is waltz back in expect to take a seat at the head of the table.”
His tone sharpens, a hint of intensity underlying his words.
"Let me set the record straight, for ya, lad!Respect isn't given, it's earned. And you better believe that we've earned it. We've earned the right to speak our minds, to fight for what we believe in. And if you think trying an example of us will shake our resolve, you're sorely mistaken."
Matt leans back, a confident smile spreading across his face.
"So, fella, consider this a warning. You may see us as young pups, but we're hungry, we're driven, and we won't back down. We'll show you what a real team looks like and that’s when you’ll begin to feel that itch, lad. That scratch at the back of your mind that feels like doubt, that maybe targeting me and thinking getting embroiled in this kerfuffle with me was gonna be an easy route back to the top for you, wasn’t the brightest plan ye’ve ever had!
Matt stands up and walks out of view of the camera as the scene fades to black.
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