Suicide Watch Episode 3 Mar 18, 2019 16:35:32 GMT -5
Post by Matt Draven on Mar 18, 2019 16:35:32 GMT -5
Season 1 Episode 3
Casper Events Center
March 18th 2019
The scene opens up in one of the many empty locker rooms in the Casper Events Center. With eight hours to go before the show started the sounds of people moving about the corridors could be heard. Busy setting up for Monday Night Slam no doubt. However, the hustle and bustle from outside the room suddenly became louder after the distinctive sound of a squeaky locker room opening was heard. Shortly after, the sound of somebody walking over could be heard; Just as the door slammed shut the person in question stepped into frame.
Matt Draven; decked out in a pair of baggy cargo blacks, boots, light winter jacket, and a gray beanie with the WCF logo on it had stepped into the frame and walked over to one of the empty lockers without seemingly have noticed the camera filming him. As time dragged on, and still not having noticed the camera, Matt began to change into his ring gear. First off came the light winter jacket which was followed by the gray beanie cap and the shirt he was wearing. However, just as he was about to belt on his cargo pants, Matt stopped as he finally realized that he was being filmed. Coughing awkwardly, he slowly turned towards the camera and placed his foot up onto a nearby chair in a very Captain Morgan-like pose.
“Greetings Wrestling Championship Federation Galaxy; it is your boy, Matt Draven, here to deliver a public service announcement about the dangers of ODINISM. Now I’m sure that you’re all wondering just what ODINISM is and just how it can be harmful. Well boys and girls, that’s where your boy comes in. You see…...Ya see……..PFFFFFFFFFFFFFT I CAN’T! I JUST CAN’T MAN!”
After having spent some time talking in such a serious manner, like an old over the top PSA movie from the 80’s, Matt couldn’t contain himself any longer and burst out into a fit of laughter before walking out of the shot. A few seconds later and a quick half second blink of a white scene later everything had been reset. Matt’s Captain Morgan pose. The serious look on his face. The overall feeling of the scene.
“Greetings Wrestling Championship Federation. It is your boy, Matt Draven. Here. With a. Very important announcement. About. ODINISM. And. Why. I am talking like. William. Shatner.”
Before he completely broke again, the scene reset once more. However, Matt didn’t even manage to speak a single word before he broke out into a fit of laughter! Which caused the scene to reset once more. Only this time, after this reset, Matt was sitting in the chair and looking into the camera with a smile on his face.
“Alright everybody, for real this time. It’s your boi, Matt Draven, here with the third installment of the hottest little candid promo video vlog thing that is currently floating about the WCF ocean. Now, as you all doub know by now, the big brass here in WCF have me squaring off against that fella named Odin again.
Y’all know who I’m talking ‘bout tight? Ya know, that guy that lost his shizzle after losing the WCF strap back at…..when was it? RIght! He lost it back at PAYBACK in twenty-eighteen. Which happens to be the same event where I debuted at. Go figure!
Regardless, ol’ Odin dropped his belt and never got it back. Cause of that he has pretty been on the receiving end of shortsticksville.
For him anyway.
For us lesser folk it would still be a damn good time, but I digress. Point is…..there really isn’t a point other than the so called All-Daddy has been acting more like an All-Kiddie moreso then normal. I mean flipping the ring over, repeatedly losing in Championship matches, AND getting schooled online by a guy that doesn’t even wrestle anymore because he hitched up with the BonBlizzle?
The fuck happened?
Like, if this is joke then it isn’t funny. WHAT happened? I saw that hot pile of garbage that you sent out, and normally I don’t bother reactin’ to that weeks promo packages and such; but really? That’s what you wanted to go with?
I would say “Jesus Christ”, but I’m sure you already bum rushed him.”
With a vexed look on his face, Matt leaned into the back of the chair and simply shook his head.
“Do you realize how sad this is? I was actually looking forward to this match. Looking forward to actually being serious and trying my actual best against a guy that basically everyone is this edgelord company looks up to. However, I don’t get that do I? Instead I get a guy that acts like it’s the first time he jerked himself off. Like the hell man?
Then again, it’s not like you ever were gonna take me serious, so why should I even bother caring? Hell, maybe I should pull a McPEAson and refuse to show up on the grounds of feeling “disrespected” or something.
Scratch that. I ain’t a punk!
ALright y’all, it’s time for some real talk. No more of this over the top bravado. I know how this is going to turn out. You know how this is going to turn out. Everybody basically knows how this is gonna turn out. “Second verse same as the first” right?” However, we live in a very different world then that ODINCENTRIC mindscape where the reality of ME kicking his butt and gettin’ the W is actually a very real thing.
The thing is that being a “god” just means that your more human than the rest of us. More Pleb than the plebs, ya know? Course ya do. It’s why you try so damn hard to be the big guy on campus. Nobody messes with your weaknesses when you’re the big guy on campus. Right?”
With a smile on his face, Matt leaned forward and looked into the camera.
“Thing is Odin-fella, the big guys are generally big ol’ bullies looking for somebody to knock them down a peg. Whether or not that’ll be me tonight remains to be seen, but I can say one day it WILL happen. One day you’ll be standing across the ring from a guy like me and you’ll end up going down. No muss. No fuss. Just ol’ Odin-daddy laying there on the canvas after getting the shizzles knocked outta him.”
Suddenly the locker room violently swung open and the thunderous sound of the door slamming into the wall caught the attention of those in the room. Matt, with a look of surprise on his face, looked in that direction as the camera swiveled around. There, standing in the doorway like some silent assassin, stood a man basically looked like a crazed assassin.
“Can I help you?”
“We need to talk. Now.”
With the tension levels suddenly through the roof; the camera fades to black.