"Mr Miller? Mr Miller! Can we speak to you please? Just a few questions?"

HWA's newest acquisition turned his head from his pint of Guinness that he was sipping from as he sat in a local bar. Clothed in a simple get-up of jeans, Adidas "Gazelle" trainers and a WWE NXT "Balor Club" t-shirt. To the naked eye he looked fairly inconspicuous but since Matt's arrival in HWA, the world's most infamous pro wrestling organisation, even someone who had only made one on-air appearance. And with HWA's global-renowned fan base, it was only a matter of time before the selfie and autograph requests and autograph requests started as well as the impromptu interviews and ambush journalism.

Matt Miller of course was still the business end of twenty years old. He'd garnered independent acclaim through his appearances in Dragon Gate, Pro Wrestling Guerrilla and even had a tryout with WWE's development brand NXT. But now he was in the big leagues. If WWE was a great white shark then HWA was the equivalent of its prehistoric cousin megalodon. Ferocious, unforgiving and no mercy.

Matt had grown up watching the likes of Buff Bridges, Senester, even the current World Champion Butch Parker. But now that he was here, it was finally hitting home.

He took a swig from his pint glass, licking the excess velvety black liquid from his upper lip.

"What can I do you for, lads?" Matt eventually responded, "Questions for your magazine or what not?"

One of the two men, both couldn't have been much older than Matt himself, held his hands up in an honest display of innocence.

"Oh no, nothing like that, well yeah I run a blog on a wrestling website on the side from my college studies but that's it, I swear, I mean I want to be a report but I-"

The young man's friend interjected quickly, cutting him off.

"You're babbling Tim! For Pete's sake you do this all the time!"

The other man shifted his gaze on to Matt.

"Sorry Mr Miller, he gets really nervous and makes an ass out of himself."

Matt chortled in the middle of another drink from his Guinness.

"It's alright fella, so it is."

The man named Tim spoke again, slightly calmer this time.

"Can I just say though, Matt, your match with Ricochet in PWG was insane! Your double moonsault from the top of that ladder was insane!"

"Thanks pal. So what I can do for you?"

"Well, we were just wondering if we could a couple of quotes from you for our blog and podcast?"

"I don't see why not. Shoot."

The two young men beamed from ear to ear and were momentarily speechless as they tried to regain their bearings.

"Well, erm, first of all, how does it feel to finally make it to a company like HWA after spending all of your career in the indies?"

"It's a big change, so it is pal. Certainly not used to the attendances being in the tens of thousands that's for sure. The personalities are also much, much bigger to y'know? Lads like Styles, that Deas fella, the English boy Stu-E and the likes of Butch Parker and Senester goin' at it. Yeah it's pretty interesting to say the least."

The two young aspiring journalists were going nuts at actually managing to get some decent stuff to use on their podcast.

"So do you think it's fair to say you're in HWA for the long haul then?" The other man asked.

"Well I've only been here for a couple of weeks mate; I've only had one match but yeah that's the dream. If you want to prove you're the best of the best and hang with the best then you have to come to HWA, so you do."

"And Freddie Styles, the reigning All Star Champion," Tim started, "you chose to target him upon your arrival in HWA, what made you want to go after him?"

"Well it wasn't him I was targeting, it's the lovely twelve pounds of gold he's carrying on his shoulder," Matt answered. "Y'see I don't, well I didn't have a problem with Freddie before. I staked my claim after Road to Ruin, throwing my hat into the ring quite literally and he felt there was some sort of disrespect there. The lad has a funny perception of the world and can't seem to decide if he wants to be an honourable wrestler or a Senester wannabe. It wasn't like anyone else was banging at his door looking for a title opportunity anyway so I figured what the hell."

"And at Havoc you're getting to face Stu-E Price who you accidentally insulted at Havoc with your choice of words about his career path, can we get your thoughts on that?"

Matt smiled as he took another sip from his Guinness, reminiscing back to his exchange with the former tag team champion.

"Stu is a good lad and I didn't mean to rub him up the wrong way...or maybe I did. You know say things in the heat of the moment, the crowd is going nuts and all of those lights and cameras are on you too. I had to say something to stoke the flames, stir the pot, so I did. I don't have a single problem with Stu-E, he's a great wrestler otherwise he'd be plying his trade elsewhere. But you're telling me he's been in this company how long now and he's still messing about with the likes of Bryan Deas? To my knowledge he hasn't challenged for the World Title at all, has he? Anyway, I'm excited for our match, it should be a lot of fun and I'll be looking forward to getting my quest for the All Star title back on track. Now lads, as much as it's been a blast, I'd love to finish my pint and have a relaxing time to myself before I head off."

Tim and his journalist friend quickly agreed.

"Absolutely, thank you so much for taking the time to talk to us, you've been super cool! Before you go though, can we get a picture?"

"For sure, yeah, bash on!" Matt implored. The two young men stood on either side of Matt, one of them holding their iPhone 6 outwards in reverse few to take a selfie of all three of them and once they were satisfied, the two couldn't stop smiling and thanked Matt again for his time and willingness to speak to them. After another set of handshakes they quickly left Matt to his own devices to finish up his pint in peace. Once they were gone, Matt turned to the camera.

"Freddie, a word to the wise, lad, I may be all smiles, having fun and a little naive at times. But I don't forget. What you did at Havoc was cowardly and f***ing childish. If I didn't know any better I'd say you were a little nervous about potentially facing someone who can chain more than three two moves together. You tried to mark your territory by making the first move, well good on you lad, good on you but it doesn't make one blind bit of difference. Y'see the Irish revolution is on. WWE have two Irish champions and it's just a matter of time before it happens in HWA. Stu-E and I are gonna have our little dance at Havoc so we will and I won't look past him but you better not look past me or take me for granted, because as I said to those two lads there, I'm here in HWA and I'm here for the long haul. It's Miller Time!"

Matt raised his glass to the camera before finishing off the Guinness and acknowledging the barman he would like a top-up as the scene faded out.