Post by Matt Metal on Sept 15, 2008 14:15:20 GMT -4
The scene opens up with a shot of a black screen. Around the screen is a light little phase round the edges, like you have when you watch TV and see a Dream Sequence. With an Echoed sound of what can be heard to be fans chanting, but booing and jeering. Then the screen has what seem to be flashes of pictures across the screen of the Hurricane Jeff vs. Matt Metal match on PPV last month. Then from that can be heard the sounds of the commentary…
"Hurricane Jeff might have crippled Matt Metal!"
"President Jeff beats Metalmania!"
"Metalmania is dead; it’s over, no more!"
"Matt Metal is history, it’s over, and it’s over"
Suddenly Metal awakes in his bed, in his huge house in England, wearing only his sleep shorts, and covered in sweat. Metal is sat bolt upright after waking up, he looks to his left and right and touches himself on the forehead to make sure that he is now awake, and alive. Metal turns to his left and sees the clock, which displays the time of 06.24am. Metal then flop's back with his head on the pillow and his body spread out in a star fish shape. Metal then mumbles to himself.
"It was only a dream…"
But was it, Metal went out and lost, again. The man who 4 years ago dominated the sport now is struggling to keep up with the new age. And feeling his age a little, I mean he's 32, but in the wrestling business, this business that really is an old man. Metal rolled over and looked out of his window, the day was just dawning and he could see the sun just starting to rise, but in the horizon he could see the rain clouds making their way over. Metal then tried to get comfy, but then felt his ribs hurting, then his back. Then that reminded him of events this past Monday, getting his chest and back pounded by Kristina Blackwell, but more importantly a Women! Now not to say that Matt Metal is sexist, but he guessed that’s old school in him. In his eyes a women wrestling isn't feasible, a man should win every time, yet Kristina was one of a few women who had proved everybody wrong and competed with the men and won, time and time again. Metal didn't like that so he rolled onto his other side, but that hurt to.
"Fucking Bitch"
He said to himself out loud, Metal then looked around to make sure nobody heard him, and more to the point that nobody thought he was mad talking to himself. Then again after having women knock you to the ground with a Singapore cane I think you would suffer just a little bit of insomnia. Metal looked at his bedroom wall, this one had a picture of the OLD CWF team on their final show, and Metal always looked upon it with pride, he was the final champion, and that belt in the picture was hanging up in his lounge. Metal also looked over and saw Blackwell, and knew that they went back a long way. Metal remembered talking to him backstage and wondering what this "kid" could do. Well he watched an inferno Match with him and D2K and was blown away. Metal has had many different feuds with Blackwell, all have been a little match on TV and so forth, but one time Blackwell cost him the world title…Metal never forgot that!
Metal opened his eyes again to see the time was now only 06.32am, he wasn't going to get much sleep, and still has the radio APW interview to conduct over the phone. But something was bothering Matt Metal. Sure he had enough in his bank to never have to work again but by his very nature he had to, he had to keep on working, it has in his blood. Metal decided enough was enough and went to get up, but still felt his chest feeling very tight. Maybe the bitch caused more damage then he thought. Metal climbed out of bed and threw on a old vest before then making his way down stairs, down his spiral stare case and past all the trophies he has won and the replica world titles. Metal then stopped at the bottom of the stares and he felt his chest tighten up, he felt that this pain wasn't from the Singapore cane, it wasn't Kristina Blackwell, with was something else. This was anxiety, this was panic, fear. Metal knew what this was, he had struggled Mentally to deal with the fame in his early years and it lead him to believe the hype, his own hype and get caught up in himself. But more importantly he was scared that he couldn't live up to what he once was, and that terrified him.
Metal ran to the kitchen, his big ass kitchen and pulled one of the draws open and inside was pack or cig's. Metal yanked out a fag, lit it, took a deep breath in and let out a sigh of relief, panic over. Metal knew though that the sneaky smoke will affect him, it will hinder him in the ring, but wrestling was the last thing on his mind. For Metal it was more his reputation that he felt was under threat, there are usually 20,000 fans out there, hoping for the men who innovated Metalmania can take them back to the highs of 2003 - 2005.
Metal looked on in his lounge, sitting down with the telly on, its late morning and Metal is still not dressed, just in his shorts, but he looks upon the telly not watching, like he is staring into another abyss. Metal then phases back into reality to hear is mobile phone going off and the usual ringtone…
"GO GO POWER RANGERS"
Metal - "Hello, Matt Metal Speaking"
PR - "Hi, its Jessica, the PR for APW media, how are you?"
Metal - "I'm good babe, so you still…"
PR - "Mad at you for not calling…listen this is just a professional call. I have radio APW on, and they want to chat to you, chase is due to have you on the phone in 2 mins, and remember, it is going to be recorded but cut out the foul language and sexual slurs, this is going to go out breakfast time, kids will be listening."
Metal - "So I can't say fuck, shit, cunt, bitch and so forth…."
PR - "Very funny, you want me to mention the problems you have with you’re…."
Metal interrupting the lady - "….hey, Yo, whoa…I got it. Keep it clean, so when do I go on?"
PR - "1 min, hold on while I transfer you….."
Music then play's over the phone "All by myself" before it is cut to Phil, the radio host cutting in and talking about his breakfast show, but over the phone to metal.
Phil - "This is Phil, APW's oldest backstage reporter, and its breakfast time, online and on the airwaves, it’s also time to meet our guest caller of the day, and this morning it’s the former CWF and WWC Champion, Matt Metal! Matt Welcome to the show."
Metal - "Thanks Phil, how are things with the boyfriend?"
Phil - "There great, honestly and civil partnership is wonderful, but that's not the point, this interview is about you and the events that have taken place in the last two weeks, first you losing to Hurricane Jeff and making out to everybody that your neck was broken, but then coming back and showing the world that you are wrestling full time, only to find out Trevor Blackwell is after you, and Kristina kicked your ass…."
Metal - "Hey Phil, shut up"
Phil - "Wow, so is that the interview?"
Metal - "Look I'll take you through what has happened to me over the last week. I lost. This is Matt Freaking Metal, I don't ever loose! Dammit do you know what it was like to be trapped, knowing you can't breathe, you can barely see and at the same time you can just about hear. All I heard was cry's from the fan's, worrying about what they had just watched, and that’s the man they know to be unstoppable, the man that they know as the man who talks the talk and walks the walk, and for god sakes the boss, the man everybody hates so very much, beat their hero. That’s right I am comparing myself to a hero, I said that I would do the business and you know what I didn’t! Matt Metal failed in other words?”
Phil – “But well what about the Blackwell’s, Kristina and what would seem to be Trevor Blackwell?”
Metal – “Well you know that myself and Blackwell don’t get on very well, if not at all at the moment, so I’ll put it like this….Kristina, you are buy all means doing great things for women kind, you are going out there and doing things that people didn’t think you could do. You’re hanging with the big boys and doing it the Blackwell way, which is in other words cheating basically. One on One with me, you’ll be on a long road to ruin, Matt Metal will get the best of you, and compared to him you are just a Pretender. Women I showed the world last week that I’m back, my neck is go and so am I, you think that by hitting me in the chest and back with a Singapore cane that buy rights you are now going to go out and beat me? Please. I’m Matt Metal, sure I haven’t always had the Metalmaniacs, sure I haven’t always done thing by the book but not now, and this is Matt Metal version 2.0. I have recovered, I’m stronger, faster and more able then I’ve ever been before, I am able to go and do things hell at time I didn’t think I could do, one of which I remember well, I masterminded the greatest team work of all time, and was able to simply roll up Trevor Blackwell, October 2004 and announce to the world that I am the fucking man. That’s right Phil I am the man, there is no body I haven’t beaten, but get me in the ring with a freaking women, please I’ll spite on her so quickly she won’t know what hit her!”
Phil – “And Trevor?”
Metal – “He isn’t going to show up, it’s not his business, he has no business with me, it’s all in the oat, all that hardcore crap, it’s not happening anymore, it’s just not. Fuck Blackwell it’s never going to be, it’s over, Blackwell isn’t part of my life, I mean I’m the innovator of Metalmania, to get to me he would have to jump, swing and even then he’d barely reach my knee’s! Please Blackwell stay way, I mean I can take you, dammit I can fucking take you, can’t I take him Phil?”
Phil – “Yeah, well don’t know at the moment Blackwell has the momentum….”
Metal – “CAN I TAKE HIM?”
Phil – “Matt no need to shout….”
Metal – “Can I fucking take him?”
Phil – “Matt…”
Metal – “Can I fucking beat him, her and everybody in APW?”
Phil – “Cut the call…..”
*Phone bleeps and then goes to the dead tone*
Metal sat there, looking at the phone, he had flipped out, and he had exploded, but why? Had hurricane Jeff’s win hurt him that much, did he feel as if he was getting old, did he feel he had to change, did he even feel he could win one on one, by his standards a women but one very brilliant wrestler in Kristina Blackwell. Was Metal scarred of Blackwell showing up, what was on Metal’s mind? He didn’t know. Metal got up and looked round the room and then walked out the hallway of his house, and took a look at the CWF Championship, but something wasn’t right. He walked over to it only to find somebody had sprayed what looked to be ready paint on the championship, the priceless championship. Metal could only make out on Letter, an “M” but the other eluded him.
*GO GO POWER RANGERS*
“A cab will be here in 30 mins to pick you up and take you to the air port.”
Metal knew that this would have to wait, it was game time!
"Hurricane Jeff might have crippled Matt Metal!"
"President Jeff beats Metalmania!"
"Metalmania is dead; it’s over, no more!"
"Matt Metal is history, it’s over, and it’s over"
Suddenly Metal awakes in his bed, in his huge house in England, wearing only his sleep shorts, and covered in sweat. Metal is sat bolt upright after waking up, he looks to his left and right and touches himself on the forehead to make sure that he is now awake, and alive. Metal turns to his left and sees the clock, which displays the time of 06.24am. Metal then flop's back with his head on the pillow and his body spread out in a star fish shape. Metal then mumbles to himself.
"It was only a dream…"
But was it, Metal went out and lost, again. The man who 4 years ago dominated the sport now is struggling to keep up with the new age. And feeling his age a little, I mean he's 32, but in the wrestling business, this business that really is an old man. Metal rolled over and looked out of his window, the day was just dawning and he could see the sun just starting to rise, but in the horizon he could see the rain clouds making their way over. Metal then tried to get comfy, but then felt his ribs hurting, then his back. Then that reminded him of events this past Monday, getting his chest and back pounded by Kristina Blackwell, but more importantly a Women! Now not to say that Matt Metal is sexist, but he guessed that’s old school in him. In his eyes a women wrestling isn't feasible, a man should win every time, yet Kristina was one of a few women who had proved everybody wrong and competed with the men and won, time and time again. Metal didn't like that so he rolled onto his other side, but that hurt to.
"Fucking Bitch"
He said to himself out loud, Metal then looked around to make sure nobody heard him, and more to the point that nobody thought he was mad talking to himself. Then again after having women knock you to the ground with a Singapore cane I think you would suffer just a little bit of insomnia. Metal looked at his bedroom wall, this one had a picture of the OLD CWF team on their final show, and Metal always looked upon it with pride, he was the final champion, and that belt in the picture was hanging up in his lounge. Metal also looked over and saw Blackwell, and knew that they went back a long way. Metal remembered talking to him backstage and wondering what this "kid" could do. Well he watched an inferno Match with him and D2K and was blown away. Metal has had many different feuds with Blackwell, all have been a little match on TV and so forth, but one time Blackwell cost him the world title…Metal never forgot that!
Metal opened his eyes again to see the time was now only 06.32am, he wasn't going to get much sleep, and still has the radio APW interview to conduct over the phone. But something was bothering Matt Metal. Sure he had enough in his bank to never have to work again but by his very nature he had to, he had to keep on working, it has in his blood. Metal decided enough was enough and went to get up, but still felt his chest feeling very tight. Maybe the bitch caused more damage then he thought. Metal climbed out of bed and threw on a old vest before then making his way down stairs, down his spiral stare case and past all the trophies he has won and the replica world titles. Metal then stopped at the bottom of the stares and he felt his chest tighten up, he felt that this pain wasn't from the Singapore cane, it wasn't Kristina Blackwell, with was something else. This was anxiety, this was panic, fear. Metal knew what this was, he had struggled Mentally to deal with the fame in his early years and it lead him to believe the hype, his own hype and get caught up in himself. But more importantly he was scared that he couldn't live up to what he once was, and that terrified him.
Metal ran to the kitchen, his big ass kitchen and pulled one of the draws open and inside was pack or cig's. Metal yanked out a fag, lit it, took a deep breath in and let out a sigh of relief, panic over. Metal knew though that the sneaky smoke will affect him, it will hinder him in the ring, but wrestling was the last thing on his mind. For Metal it was more his reputation that he felt was under threat, there are usually 20,000 fans out there, hoping for the men who innovated Metalmania can take them back to the highs of 2003 - 2005.
Metal looked on in his lounge, sitting down with the telly on, its late morning and Metal is still not dressed, just in his shorts, but he looks upon the telly not watching, like he is staring into another abyss. Metal then phases back into reality to hear is mobile phone going off and the usual ringtone…
"GO GO POWER RANGERS"
Metal - "Hello, Matt Metal Speaking"
PR - "Hi, its Jessica, the PR for APW media, how are you?"
Metal - "I'm good babe, so you still…"
PR - "Mad at you for not calling…listen this is just a professional call. I have radio APW on, and they want to chat to you, chase is due to have you on the phone in 2 mins, and remember, it is going to be recorded but cut out the foul language and sexual slurs, this is going to go out breakfast time, kids will be listening."
Metal - "So I can't say fuck, shit, cunt, bitch and so forth…."
PR - "Very funny, you want me to mention the problems you have with you’re…."
Metal interrupting the lady - "….hey, Yo, whoa…I got it. Keep it clean, so when do I go on?"
PR - "1 min, hold on while I transfer you….."
Music then play's over the phone "All by myself" before it is cut to Phil, the radio host cutting in and talking about his breakfast show, but over the phone to metal.
Phil - "This is Phil, APW's oldest backstage reporter, and its breakfast time, online and on the airwaves, it’s also time to meet our guest caller of the day, and this morning it’s the former CWF and WWC Champion, Matt Metal! Matt Welcome to the show."
Metal - "Thanks Phil, how are things with the boyfriend?"
Phil - "There great, honestly and civil partnership is wonderful, but that's not the point, this interview is about you and the events that have taken place in the last two weeks, first you losing to Hurricane Jeff and making out to everybody that your neck was broken, but then coming back and showing the world that you are wrestling full time, only to find out Trevor Blackwell is after you, and Kristina kicked your ass…."
Metal - "Hey Phil, shut up"
Phil - "Wow, so is that the interview?"
Metal - "Look I'll take you through what has happened to me over the last week. I lost. This is Matt Freaking Metal, I don't ever loose! Dammit do you know what it was like to be trapped, knowing you can't breathe, you can barely see and at the same time you can just about hear. All I heard was cry's from the fan's, worrying about what they had just watched, and that’s the man they know to be unstoppable, the man that they know as the man who talks the talk and walks the walk, and for god sakes the boss, the man everybody hates so very much, beat their hero. That’s right I am comparing myself to a hero, I said that I would do the business and you know what I didn’t! Matt Metal failed in other words?”
Phil – “But well what about the Blackwell’s, Kristina and what would seem to be Trevor Blackwell?”
Metal – “Well you know that myself and Blackwell don’t get on very well, if not at all at the moment, so I’ll put it like this….Kristina, you are buy all means doing great things for women kind, you are going out there and doing things that people didn’t think you could do. You’re hanging with the big boys and doing it the Blackwell way, which is in other words cheating basically. One on One with me, you’ll be on a long road to ruin, Matt Metal will get the best of you, and compared to him you are just a Pretender. Women I showed the world last week that I’m back, my neck is go and so am I, you think that by hitting me in the chest and back with a Singapore cane that buy rights you are now going to go out and beat me? Please. I’m Matt Metal, sure I haven’t always had the Metalmaniacs, sure I haven’t always done thing by the book but not now, and this is Matt Metal version 2.0. I have recovered, I’m stronger, faster and more able then I’ve ever been before, I am able to go and do things hell at time I didn’t think I could do, one of which I remember well, I masterminded the greatest team work of all time, and was able to simply roll up Trevor Blackwell, October 2004 and announce to the world that I am the fucking man. That’s right Phil I am the man, there is no body I haven’t beaten, but get me in the ring with a freaking women, please I’ll spite on her so quickly she won’t know what hit her!”
Phil – “And Trevor?”
Metal – “He isn’t going to show up, it’s not his business, he has no business with me, it’s all in the oat, all that hardcore crap, it’s not happening anymore, it’s just not. Fuck Blackwell it’s never going to be, it’s over, Blackwell isn’t part of my life, I mean I’m the innovator of Metalmania, to get to me he would have to jump, swing and even then he’d barely reach my knee’s! Please Blackwell stay way, I mean I can take you, dammit I can fucking take you, can’t I take him Phil?”
Phil – “Yeah, well don’t know at the moment Blackwell has the momentum….”
Metal – “CAN I TAKE HIM?”
Phil – “Matt no need to shout….”
Metal – “Can I fucking take him?”
Phil – “Matt…”
Metal – “Can I fucking beat him, her and everybody in APW?”
Phil – “Cut the call…..”
*Phone bleeps and then goes to the dead tone*
Metal sat there, looking at the phone, he had flipped out, and he had exploded, but why? Had hurricane Jeff’s win hurt him that much, did he feel as if he was getting old, did he feel he had to change, did he even feel he could win one on one, by his standards a women but one very brilliant wrestler in Kristina Blackwell. Was Metal scarred of Blackwell showing up, what was on Metal’s mind? He didn’t know. Metal got up and looked round the room and then walked out the hallway of his house, and took a look at the CWF Championship, but something wasn’t right. He walked over to it only to find somebody had sprayed what looked to be ready paint on the championship, the priceless championship. Metal could only make out on Letter, an “M” but the other eluded him.
*GO GO POWER RANGERS*
“A cab will be here in 30 mins to pick you up and take you to the air port.”
Metal knew that this would have to wait, it was game time!
