Post by Matt Draven on Mar 10, 2019 20:06:05 GMT -5
The Baxter Arena
March 11th 2019
The camera fades in to a shot of Matt standing with a foot on either side of the second turnbuckle as he looked out at the empty arena in front of him; his back to the camera. Dressed in his ring gear, Matt didn’t seem aware that the camera had started recording. However, that notion was quickly dispelled as the sound of a roaring crowd faded in as he held his arms out to the side. The Baxter Arena, a smaller arena when compared to some of the other venues that WCF often visited, was the home of Monday NIght Slam for the week and there wasn’t ANY doubt that the little arena filled with nearly 8,000 people was going to be the loudest it has ever been!
The Card was stacked.
The People were jacked.
Monday Night Slam was going to be one to remember!
WIthout a word, Matt lowered his arms and stepped down from his perch. Once he had both feet on the canvas, he turned around to face the camera with his silly grin of his; an image of the Television Champion upon his shirt.
“What is UP WCF Galaxy? It’s ya boi Matt Draven here and y'all better be hyped! Cause tonight, right here in the Baxter Arena, I’m gettin’ my second crack at the force of nature that ol’ Teo Blaze has become!”
As soon as he was done speaking, the silly grin of his melted away and was replaced by a more lugubrious look.
“At least, that’s what I wanna be saying. Unfortunately, that isn’t something I can find justification in saying. Not when the facts say otherwise.
Ya see over the last several months, since we last faced off, Teo has been slippin’ and yours truly has caught it. Now, I know what some of y’all are thinking and don’t worry ‘bout it. It isn’t like the Blaze Plane has lost altitude or anythin’. In fact, he is still very much the bad mamma-jamma that he has always been since he claimed that belt. I ain’t disputin’ that!
However, I’m sure everyone of you can see that the King of ALL Media has been slippin’ back into his pauper ways. The ways that he so desperately wanted to escape from when he donned that last-chance crown of his.
Now I know it sounds like I’m talking crazy, but hear me out for a hot minute or two.
Over the span of two, nearly three, months Teo Blaze has gone from being the MOST talked about fella on the roster in the entirety of the current Dub-Cee-Eff to being the one of the most FORGETTABLE. It’s gotten to the point that when people get a glimpse of the card their reaction is ”Oh, well it looks like we can leave before the shows over.” or ”Well that match is done, time to flip channels to catch the end of my show.”. THere isn’t anything that draws them in anymore now Teo has all six of those stones for that Infinity thing.”
With a look of mock surprise and an over dramatic gasp, Matt quickly covered his mouth with both hands as if he were a small child that just realized that he had said something bad. After holding that pose for several seconds, he shrugged nonchalantly and lowered his hands. It was an act that clearly stated: “Well, whatever.”.
“Guess that’s a pretty big spoiler for those that haven’t been paying attention since ONE. Then again, if I had to hazard a guess, I’m pretty sure he forgot about that as well. I mean, when was the last time he even mentioned anything other then that Dub-Cee-Eff Television strap?
Yeah, he hasn’t.
Pretty sure he’s become completely obsessed with the thing. So much so that everything else just doesn’t exist, but when you got a responsibility that repetitive it’s a very really thing to have happen. So in that regard I can’t really blame him. However, that doesn’t mean he has the option of just sittin’ back and havin’ an easy go of it.
Not this Slam.
Cause while he’s been sittin’ back and defending against guys well below his level, I’ve been gettin’ the holy hell beat outta me by the four that had been the ONE main event. I was busy gettin’ my tag strap stripped from me and bein’ forced to run that ungodly gauntlet of gloriously gluttonous Sadomasochism that was the Tag League. The only good thing about that pain train is the fact that I pinned a former Dub-CEE-Eff World Champ in SIngh. Other than that, I’m fairly certain that ol’ Corester Blackenator has it out for me for whatever reason.
It’s pretty messed up if you think about it too much.
Despite all that gobbledygook I STILL walked into Till Death with my head held high and, wouldn’t ya know it, my head was still held high as I walked out the W. That W? Well, that victory was over a couple of guys that had also sought to challenge for Teo’s strap.
Course, they failed. As if there had been any chance for ‘em.
Which kinda brings us to now, where it matters.
Forget last week.
It didn’t happen.
WHY the fuck was McPEARson allowed to bail like that? Am I seriously supposed to think that he punked out just cause his widdle feelings were hurt? When his partner loves spout crap about ”Being a REAL Wrestler”?
I call BULL on that shizzite!
I can’t even!”
With an entirely over dramatic flailing of his hands above his head, Matt stormed out of the shot before darting back in; his face and body language void of the dramatic actions he had been performing moments ago.
“Jokes aside, I gotta say that I got ya Teo.
Pardon me, I got’chu yo.
I see ya Teo, I see how you turn a phrase and warp your own issues onto others. How ya manipulate words so that ya got people thinkin’ that they really CAN’T match ya. Can’t hang in the ring with ya.
However, that shizzle just ain’t going to work on me. The way I see it, I already PROVED that I can hang with the TV Champ just like I PROVED over the last month that I can hang with the BEST this company has to offer.
Sad fact is, you’re just not one of them Teo.
Don’t get me wrong here fella. You’re hella good, but ya ain’t even in the league of the BEST this place has.
Ya could be, and you’ll get that chance once I tear that Dub-Cee-Eff TV strap from your cold dead hands.
Cause you won’t give anything less then your best to retain it.
Ya won’t pull a McPUNKson and back out.
Naaaaaah. Ya won’t. Not Teo F’N Blaze.
You’ll fight till your very last breath. Ain’t NOBODY takin’ that belt off ya……..unless it’s Matt FUCKING Draven!
Ending with Matt staring into the camera with a look of sheer determination to dethrone the King of ALL media, the camera faded to black.