Post by Dr. Matt on Mar 29, 2009 12:18:47 GMT -4
The scene opens at an APW house show. The fans have been treated to a lot of squash matches and local indie talent spotlights, but nothing really that great since most people are trying to stay injury-free the night before RassleMania.
At a lull in the show, out of nowhere, "Encore" by Eminem hits the amps. The fans immediately burst with applause. Dr. Matt steps out from behind the curtain and the fans go crazy. Dr. Matt walks down to the ring and slides in under the bottom rope. He does a pose which gets him more cheers, then he asks for a microphone.
Dr. Matt: Now this feels good! Coming out here in front of these house show crowds. Man, talk about nostalgia. Because, this is how we used to do it. We didn't need the glitz and the glamour. We didn't need the supporting cast of thousands. We used to just be able to come out here, shoot the shit, and you guys loved it!
Dr. Matt stops to lean against the ropes.
Dr. Matt: What the fuck happened? How did everything change? Why did everything change? The most popular guys aren't the one's who can trash talk anymore. It's the guy's who can put on a whole Hollywood spectacle week after week. I tried. God dammit, I tried to be that kind of person, but it's just not me. That's why I gotta get out of this game.
The fans cheer in support of Dr. Matt.
Dr. Matt: But for the last two weeks, all I've been hearing is "This is Matt Metal's last match", and "Metal This" and "Metal That". So what? Does nobody care that I'm retiring too? Does nobody care that I'm being looked over? No, of course not. I've come to accept this fact now. Hell, it's been the story of my career. I'm just the fucking workhouse. I just work in the background, I keep things running along. But do I get the accolades? Do I, the man that has appeared at every RassleMania, get my spot in the Hall of Fame? No, of course not.
Dr. Matt leans back and shakes his head.
Dr. Matt: No, that all goes to Matt Metal. But, I mean, god damn that guy is good. He's built up this whole cult of personality around himself. Hell, he's to the point where he doesn't even have to work hard anymore. People just hear "Metal" and they think that they're going to see something good.
Dr. Matt starts to smirk.
Dr. Matt: Well, let me just say I'm glad that Matt Metal's last opponent will be me, because I plan on exposing that piece of shit for what he really is. Hell, let me put it this way; this isn't going to be Metal's last match by choice.
The smirk has turned into an evil smile.
Dr. Matt: TLC 3-Fall. The same match we fought in all those years ago. The same match, that some argue, made Metal a star. Because, even though he didn't win, he proved he could hang with the best. TLC 3-Fall was one of Metal's shining moments. But, after RassleMania V, it's going to be one of his biggest embarrassments.
Some of the fans cheer, but there's a lot of MetalManiacs that are booing in the crowd.
Dr. Matt: Consider this my one last hurrah before I fade back into obscurity. At the biggest stage of them all, I, this lowly, pathetic, drunken excuse of a man, am going to destroy the biggest "star" this industry has ever seen. Do I expect that it will help build my own legend? Hell no. But, you know what, I don't care what anybody else thinks. I know what I'm capable of doing. I know what I've accomplished and I don't give a fuck about the impression I leave. All I know is that at RassleMania V, MetalMania will come to a grinding halt, and for the last time ever, 100% Mattisfaction is Guaranteed!
Dr. Matt drops his mic as "Encore" hits the amps again. His fans are giving him a standing ovation as many of Metal's fans are booing him mercilessly. Dr. Matt gets up onto the top rope and takes a bow as the scene fades to black.
At a lull in the show, out of nowhere, "Encore" by Eminem hits the amps. The fans immediately burst with applause. Dr. Matt steps out from behind the curtain and the fans go crazy. Dr. Matt walks down to the ring and slides in under the bottom rope. He does a pose which gets him more cheers, then he asks for a microphone.
Dr. Matt: Now this feels good! Coming out here in front of these house show crowds. Man, talk about nostalgia. Because, this is how we used to do it. We didn't need the glitz and the glamour. We didn't need the supporting cast of thousands. We used to just be able to come out here, shoot the shit, and you guys loved it!
Dr. Matt stops to lean against the ropes.
Dr. Matt: What the fuck happened? How did everything change? Why did everything change? The most popular guys aren't the one's who can trash talk anymore. It's the guy's who can put on a whole Hollywood spectacle week after week. I tried. God dammit, I tried to be that kind of person, but it's just not me. That's why I gotta get out of this game.
The fans cheer in support of Dr. Matt.
Dr. Matt: But for the last two weeks, all I've been hearing is "This is Matt Metal's last match", and "Metal This" and "Metal That". So what? Does nobody care that I'm retiring too? Does nobody care that I'm being looked over? No, of course not. I've come to accept this fact now. Hell, it's been the story of my career. I'm just the fucking workhouse. I just work in the background, I keep things running along. But do I get the accolades? Do I, the man that has appeared at every RassleMania, get my spot in the Hall of Fame? No, of course not.
Dr. Matt leans back and shakes his head.
Dr. Matt: No, that all goes to Matt Metal. But, I mean, god damn that guy is good. He's built up this whole cult of personality around himself. Hell, he's to the point where he doesn't even have to work hard anymore. People just hear "Metal" and they think that they're going to see something good.
Dr. Matt starts to smirk.
Dr. Matt: Well, let me just say I'm glad that Matt Metal's last opponent will be me, because I plan on exposing that piece of shit for what he really is. Hell, let me put it this way; this isn't going to be Metal's last match by choice.
The smirk has turned into an evil smile.
Dr. Matt: TLC 3-Fall. The same match we fought in all those years ago. The same match, that some argue, made Metal a star. Because, even though he didn't win, he proved he could hang with the best. TLC 3-Fall was one of Metal's shining moments. But, after RassleMania V, it's going to be one of his biggest embarrassments.
Some of the fans cheer, but there's a lot of MetalManiacs that are booing in the crowd.
Dr. Matt: Consider this my one last hurrah before I fade back into obscurity. At the biggest stage of them all, I, this lowly, pathetic, drunken excuse of a man, am going to destroy the biggest "star" this industry has ever seen. Do I expect that it will help build my own legend? Hell no. But, you know what, I don't care what anybody else thinks. I know what I'm capable of doing. I know what I've accomplished and I don't give a fuck about the impression I leave. All I know is that at RassleMania V, MetalMania will come to a grinding halt, and for the last time ever, 100% Mattisfaction is Guaranteed!
Dr. Matt drops his mic as "Encore" hits the amps again. His fans are giving him a standing ovation as many of Metal's fans are booing him mercilessly. Dr. Matt gets up onto the top rope and takes a bow as the scene fades to black.
