Post by Matt Draven on May 10, 2019 22:54:52 GMT -5
Apologies
The camera fades in to reveal one Matt Draven sitting alone in the same bare-bones basement room that he first tried filming his “Suicide Watch” series in. The whiteboard still adorned with the number of the National Suicide Prevention Hotline. However, the main focus wasn’t on the life-saving potential of that simple eleven digit number. Not this time. Instead, it was on him as he sat hunched forward with his elbows digging into his knees; his head cradled in his hands. After several moments of nothing but hs rhythmic breathing, Matt lifted his head from the safety of his hands and looked into the camera. A melancholy look on his normally cheerful and smiling face.
Matt Draven:
“Well, it finally happened. The thing that I thought wouldn’t, even if it had once before; the closing of the Wrestling Championship Federation.
Like…..shit.
There isn’t anything I can say other than that I’m sorry. To the fans, the guys that were left, and for anyone that currently cared about the place. Don’t get it twisted I ain’t sayin’ nobody gave a shit, but when all these guys start crawlin’ out of the woodwork once the announcement was made kinda makes ya think.
Myself included.
I never thought that my decision to take a step away would snowball into this. Now, I’m positive that several people may be willin’ to argue against that and say that I didn’t mean jack. However, they can’t argue that the Dub-Sea-Eff didn’t last a month without me. I may have just been another body in the murder machine, but I was still a body nonetheless. A body that the place needed. A body that wasn’t there.
Fuck, I’m not even sure what I’m tryin’ to say.”
With an exasperated sigh that was easily heard audibly, Matt leaned back into the cold back of the folding chair before sliding down into a slight slump and turned his head to the right. For several long moments, he just continued to sit there, staring at something off camera that only he seemed to be able to see.
Matt Draven:
“To hell with it.”
Clearly coming to a decision on a choice that only he seemed to be aware of, Matt straightened his posture and looked back to the camera. An odd light dancing in his eyes as a somber smile cracked his face a little.
Matt Draven:
“I can’t change anything I may or may have not done, but I sure as HELL can make this one last appearance count. Make it something to remember. Cause, until the name of the event, this ain't no ENDGAME. Instead, it's just the PREGAME. The pregame of the rest of my wrestling career. A pregame that I’m takin’ seriously and I can’t imagine a better way to kick things off than with the match I’m in. That match that’ll steal the WHOLE damn show!
Let’s begin the fun part.”
Matt Draven:
“The first out of the three that I’m facing is none other than the Jazzy One himself. My former partner in tag team crime; John McCarthy.
Now Johnny boy, I just wanna say congrats on gettin’ ahold of that happy endin’. Ya know, with the whole club thing you always wanted. Ain’t gonna lie, I feel like that was the best way you could have ended things. Ya didn’t need to come back to the Dub-Sea-Eff, but ya did and I respect that. I really do. However, your return for the last big one is only gonna end in one way.
Failure.
We both know that’s how it's goin’ to go down that way. You weren’t anyone UNTIL saved your bacon in that tag title open challenge. I know it. YOU know it. Hell, EVERYONE knows it!
The people paid their hard earned cash to see ME tag with a long-standing schmuck like YOU.”
After a halfhearted snigger and a shake of his head, Matt continued.
Matt Draven:
“I know ya can’t believe it, but you never seemed interested in reality. I mean, did you really people gave a shit about what happened at that fight? Ya know, the one when you clearly broke the rules and made a big stink about me callin’ ya out on it?
Fuck’s sake man, the only reason we got ol’ Judge Judy was because I was the hottest thing in the Dub-Sea-Eff at the time.
Come night one of ENDGAME, you’re gonna find out first hand that you’ve always been second place for a reason.”
After speaking his peace about his former partner and the reality that he perceived about the partnership that had led them to being the final Wrestling Championship Federation Tag Team Champions, Matt stood up and began to pace around the metal folding chair. That would continued for nearly a minute until he came to an abrupt stop behind the chair and looked into the camera. His knuckles turning white as he gripped the top of the chair.
Matt Draven:
“Second on the list of asshats that need to be taken down; James Wolf. THe self=proclaimed asshole of Dub-Sea-Eff.
Now ol’ wOOlfie has quite a lengthy history of sayin’ nothin’ short of complete shit. Case in point, basically everything that come out of his mouth. Seriously. I ain’t stretchin’ the truth. The guy is a literal shit machine.
Has it helped in the past?
Sure.
Does he have a victory over me?
Yeah.
Despite that, ya gotta keep in mind that this is a guy that requests people quit saying he fucks his sister by claiming she killed herself. While stating that he thinks his opponent should drink bleach or some shit to off themselves the week after.
Like the fuck?
Maybe instead of trying to make himself out to be some bonafide badass, he should just stick to what he’s good at and just continue boning his apparently dead sister.
Fuckin’ necrophiliac.”
After discussing James' apparent "kink", matt loosened his grip on the back of the chair and looked down. His thoughts were a mess, anyone watching could tell that, but what he was saying had feeling behind it. Whether it was good or bad there wasn't any doubting that the young man had a burning passion within him.
After several moments of deafening silence, Matt abruptly lifted the chair off of the concrete floor and sent it flying to the right where the loud clanging sounds of it hitting the wall before falling to the floor could be heard. Almost as if a switch had been hit within him, a wild-eyed Matt quickly closed the distance between the stantionary camera and himself.
Matt Draven:
"Which only leaves you, Champ. Motherfucker, I was supposed to beat Teo for the belt! Not some edgelord floosize like you! Can you even fucking ]imagine how it feels? the ONE I had ever bothered setting for myself gets torn away just because he FORGOT that he was defending that damn title?
Then again I shouldn't be surprised that Teo would end up gettin' beaten by a fuckin' twink like yourself. Dumbass forgot he was even holding the Infinity-fucking-championship until I mentioned it.
I can't fucking believe how I let myself lose to him three straight times. Fuck!
Disgregarding all that, I get a second chance at ENDGAME. A second chance to take you OUT Razmacooch. A second chance to take that Dub-Sea-Eff Television Championship and make it worth something before the place shuts down for a second time.
Which is EXACTLY what I am going to do!
It doesn't matter if I gotta go through the Jazzman, wOOlfie, you, Odin fucking Balfore!
I am taking that Dub-Sea-Eff Television Championship and there isn't a damn thing anyone can do about it!
ONE DRAVEN EFFECT!
TWO!
THREE!
IT DOESN'T FUCKING MATTER!"
With a surprisingly animalistic roar, Matt grabbed ontot he camera and threw it to the floor. Effectively cutting the video off.
