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Post by Matt Oliveira on Jan 1, 2007 20:31:55 GMT -5
A door is marked with a large red "X", inside is a couch, a locker, a bench, and a TV. There is a bookshelf of videotapes, spanning from early FMW days, ECW, CZW, and rarities of WCW and WWF. Weapons are mounted upon a wall, chairs, singapore canes, trashcan lids, chains, and a spool of barbed wire...just for the Deathmatch.
Come in as you may, but remain humble. If you are present to attack me, remember, you are on my territory...and you will face consequences.
(OOC: I will also post extra promos as I see fit, do NOT reply to them in here, if you're up to feud, take it to the ring. Any PMs with comments are much appreciated. And Remember, this IS Role Play.)
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Post by Matt Oliveira on Jan 1, 2007 20:54:08 GMT -5
*** "Identity Crisis" Promo: January 1st, 2007***
*Matt is sitting on a steel chair, in front of him is the TV, but the screen is only static.*
Matt: "Today, marks the year anew, it marks a new era of GHW, a new era for SCW, a new era...for the world of wrestling. This is the day of hopes and dreams, for the joys to come, and the promise of beginning."
*Matt's head drops into his hands, he then takes a deep breath, stands up, picks up the chair and throws it into the wall in a fit of rage, breaking the drywall.*
Matt: "Everyone is so happy about today, everyone's so ecstatic about January the first...but I'm not. Why you ask?..because things will NEVER brighten for Matt Oliveira, it's never going to get better. Since the beginning of GHW, Matt Oliveira fails to be recognized...I am stuck, jobbing to title-hopefuls. They proceed to walk around, calling out anyone for a moment of glory, or b*tching about title shots, or even posessing the arrogance to show off their vehicles in parking lots, just to make up for their mental, physical, or sexual impotentcy."
Matt: "The reason I am NOT recognized in GHW is because of one thing...I suck it up, I take everything with a grain of salt, I was the original entity that kept coming back, night after night, week after week, month after month, I WAS the guy that never let my hopes die...and what did it get me?... A damned broken neck, after partnering with a self-centered, egotistical, glory hound. Hell bent on getting off to cheap pops. I AM the sainthood of the wrestling ring, I AM the savior of Glory and Honor Wrestling, I am Matthew Oliveira, and I know I'm right."
*Matt poses in a crucifix as the camera fades out.*
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Post by Matt Oliveira on Jan 2, 2007 9:12:21 GMT -5
*** "Ashley Renee" Promo: January 2nd, 2007***
*Matt is once again sitting in the steel chair, after his match with Ashley. The room is only lit by the static TV. He still dawns his ring attitire, a sleeveless black t-shirt, scrolled upon it are the words "F*ck Destiny", also in ripped jeans, knee length.*
*Matt is sitting sideways to the camera, staring at the static TV, methodically unwinding the tape from his fists.*
Matt: "Ashley Renee, Ashley, oh, Ashley... your life is bright now...isn't it? You've kissed your Boss' ass, you've got your precious motorcycle in the parking garage, and you just got your win over Matt Oliveira."
*Matt remains still, not acknowleging the camera, just staring at the TV, and taking off the tape.*
Matt: "Join the club, Ash, you're not the only one who's beat me. Littleshow, LRey, Leviathan, Oddity, Triton, and now you. But...what did all those matches have in common? You see, everytime I step into the ring, I deal out more damage...I send people to Hospitals!...You pinned me, you were lucky, there will be a smile on my face if you ever face for the title...just to see you crash and burn.
Matt: "This isn't over Ashley Renee, I'll face you again, but it will be my rules, they will put you on a strecher, and they'll need a stretcher for the strecher, and then they'll put you in the ambulance...and I'm gonna blow that b*tch up...This is far from over Ashley. It doesn't matter what you had for dinner!...cause I'm Matthew Oliveira..."
*Matt turns to the camera, there is blood on the far side of his face, not visible before. There is an ahnk written in the blood.*
Matt: "...and I know I'm right."
*Matt again poses in the crucifix as the camera fades out.*
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Post by Matt Oliveira on Jan 3, 2007 11:51:47 GMT -5
*** "Dreams of Gold" Promo: January 3rd, 2007***
*Matt is in an alleyway, sitting on a stairwell, hands together in front of him as if he is praying, it is night. One or two sirens can be heard from the citylife surrounding him. Matt is in his jeans, work boots, a black hooded-sweatshirt with Nirvana on it with the hood up, and a leather jacket. An ahnk is now painted on one side of his face instead of the blood, although the scar from Monday is still visible.*
*Matt feels the scar on his forehead, a slight grimace cracks his face.*
Matt: "Money will always come and go, but scars will still remain...memories will stay in skulls as blood flows down the drain...as the crow shall caw the 21st, in Lockdown we shall meet... but when all is said and done, my destiny, complete."
Matt: "Yesterday a champion falls, a new one rise again...some of bitter enemies, some of a new-found friend...one man holds 100 fates, only in one hand...the dreams of fame and fortune, and of the promised land...all men take up their swords, attempting one great feat...but when all is said and done, my destiny, complete."
*Matt unclasps his hands
Matt: "Every LAW dreams of gold, every LAW dreams of being the Sarge, everyone dreams in a paper champion. Everyone wants to win the title, just to see it become vacant again. Just to declare themselves "undefeated". What they don't know is that everytime they do it, it becomes less important."
Matt: "That's what sickens me, I am in a division of egos. Just to be passed on, for more money, for more promotion, for more profiling...this division has NEVER had a real champion, this division has NEVER had a direction, this division has NEVER had meaning. It's like marrying a prostitute and consomating the marriage, it no longer has a meaning. The Sergent Championship has no meaning, just a mere souvenier of a belt, a pawn shop worthy craft...but it's something I want, it's something I need, it's my addiction."
*Matt stands up, and pulls back his hood.*
Matt: "I am saving the LAWs from their own demise, I am saving Zantazm from ridicule, and I am removing GHW from it's cancer. A oath in my blood, if I claim my fate of that belt. I will be the LAST Seargent Champion that eyes will rest upon..."
*Matt poses in the crucfix.*
Matt: "...and I know I'm right."
**Camera fades out**
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Post by Matt Oliveira on Jan 7, 2007 11:49:23 GMT -5
*** "Air King" Promo/Interview: January 7th, 2007***
*We join Todd Grisham outside Matt's Locker Room.*
Todd: "Hello GHW fans, I'm Todd Grisham, and I'm standing here outside Matthew Oliveira's Locker Room. Matt has been able to take the next step to his self-proclaimed "destiny" of being the last Sargent Champion, I'm here to ask him the questions you fans want to know."
*Todd knocks on the door*
Matt (yelling through the door): "What?!?!"
Todd: "Hi Matt, it's Todd, we would just like to ask you some questions concerning the rumble match on Monday Night Combat, is that ok?"
Matt (still yelling through the door): "..fine...come on in!"
*Todd and the cameraman enter Matt's Locker Room. Matt is perched on the chair again, watching the TV, it's playing tape of matches Air King has had in GHW.*
Todd: "Thank you for giving us the time to do this, Matt. Well, first off we'd like to congradulate your win over AXL this past Friday."
Matt: "...mmm..hmm."
*Matt doesn't look up at Todd, his eyes fixated on the TV.*
Todd: "Do you have any plans for AXL this week?"
Matt: "...i'm gonna let him think about the match on the 15th. He hasn't got a win over me, if I beat him on the 15th, I no longer see a reason for the Hardcore match."
Todd: "Well, if he beats you, you're still going to have the Hardcore match, right?"
Matt: "...watch your mouth Todd, if you need an answer, look at the wall.."
*Todd and camera turn to the weapons wall, a steel chair is hanging there, "AXL ROSE" is scrolled across the seat.*
Todd: "...okay...moving on, both you and Air King have been entered in the Championship Rumble tomorrow we were wondering wha-"
*Matt's turns staight at Todd, looking him straight in the eye. He charges at him, Todd drops the mic, Matt's hands around his collar, pressing him up against the wall.*
Matt: "Todd, this interview is over."
*Matt throws Todd out the door, the camera man is about to leave when Matt slams the door, keeping the cameraman inside.*
Matt: "No, you're staying here, I've got something to say."
*Matt picks up the mic so everyone can hear him clearly.*
Matt: "Listen Air King, on Monday, I WILL see you in the ring for the belt. I don't care if it's five Fighty fighty persons, four, three, or just me and you...I get my hands on you. It's nothing personal Air King, but you're my next stop to the Title, and win or lose, I can make your life here a living hell. You have your Whisper in the Wind, I have my Neckbreaker, you have the Swanton Bomb, I have the Magnum DDT....I will take the shirt off my back, just to choke you with it...I'll take a dozen of right hands to the skull, just to land one on yours, for the soul reason that my punches are more effecient in driving the human brain into unconciousness. Be ready, Air King, because your undefeated streak will be tarnished, but my Destiny will always remain. I've got nothing to lose, and everything to gain...and I know I'm right."
*Matt grabs the cameraman and sends him out the door as the camera cuts out.*
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Post by Matt Oliveira on Feb 18, 2007 15:27:07 GMT -5
*February 18th, 2007-"Matt got Screwed" (a semi-shoot promo)*
*Matt is seen in his locker room, he sits in the couch, a large black coat is wrapped around him. He wears his denim shorts, his knee pads and ring boots still on from his Dawn of Destruction match.*
*One of his hands hold his head up, in-front of him sits a glass of red wine on a cherry coffee table. Matt takes a deep breath, almost sighing, and addresses the audience.*
Matt: "You know, it baffles and boggles my mind. It really does. The idea of Zantazm approving that match runs ramp-id in my head. I mean, sure, Mikey deserved his shot...but he lacks the patience, the maturity of just waiting. Waiting, just, hold on for one god-damned second so the match is legally binding. But NO, we can't do that! We're all so f***ing self-centered that we can't wait two days!...but Mike Lethal isn't the one to blame, oh no, he'll pay for his actions."
"What I don't get is that the match still happened. It was canceled when Triton moved on, it was canceled when The Amazing Noe moved on...but it wasn't canceled for me. The question is, Why Zantazm It doesn't matter what you had for dinner!...Why did you go through with it? Why on God's green earth did you approve of it? Am I your buddy? The guy that has meeting upon meeting, asking, 'Hey, Matt, what do you think we should do with this guy?' or 'Hey, can I ask you if you've got any ideas?'...OR EVEN 'Hey Matt, you know, are Sergeant Division sucks right now, and I know you've just got out of neck-fusion surgery and all, but GHW needs you back.'"
"...and this is how you repay me? You book a match when neither of us could walk out with the title? You screw over the very guy that gave you his blood, his bones, his flesh to this company OTHER THAN yourself...the guy who gave you block-buster, record-amount of bloodshed matches? YOU SCREW OVER THE MOST INNOVATIVE, LOYAL, "I'LL SCRATCH YOUR BACK, YOU STAB MINE" Fighty fighty person IN THIS COMPANY?!?...You screwed over the most dangerous guy in this business...AND WHY IS THAT?...because, and I've said it before, and I'll say it again, I'VE GOT NOTHING TO LOSE."
"I was one of the first sons-of-b****es that put this company on the map. That's right! I never gave up! I was the FIRST guy to never back down! I was the FIRST guy to be Hardkore! I was the first b*stard to put the company before himself!...and when those guys came in and self-proclaimed it, I didn't say a damn thing about it! Sure, you can go ahead and ignore me! Do it! That won't shut me up! I know the truth about this company! I AM the most dedicated to GHW! I deserve a Purple Heart from you suit-monkeys!...*
*Matt takes a long drink of the wine, emptying the glass, and calms down.*
"...there is one thing I can guarantee though, bossman. That is, I'll keep making you money, I'll put on a great show. Hell! Weapons and bloodshed galore!...I'm going to turn the other cheek, and once you slap that one, I'll turn back to the first one. I'll keep taking shots...and we'll see who wins in the end...cause I'm Matthew Oliveira..."
*Matt stands up, the coat opens, showing a replica of the Sergeant Championship, with blood splattered on it.*
"...and I AM right."
*END OF THREAD*
(Ok, this is my personal favorite.)
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Post by Matt Oliveira on Feb 20, 2007 17:19:07 GMT -5
*February 20th, 2007- "Praying at the Altar"*
*Matt is seen on his knees, wearing the knee-length black coat. His hair, his goatee, and even his taped fists are black. His traditional denim shorts are dyed black. The room, like Matt, is darkened. Matt kneels, facing the camera, candles lit all around, the ghostly silhouettes of the weapons wall is behind him.*
*Matt clasps his hands in front of him, in a prayer state.*
Matt: "Oh great one, please forgive me. I've lost my ways! I've left the road of righteousness!...My tongue has sinned instead of my hands! I am not worthy!"
*Matt bows down, towards the camera, then back up.*
"Please, wash away my sinning ways, divine master! Drown my misfortune! Dissolve the chain around my neck!"
*Matt bows down again.*
"Oh great and powerful Zantazm!...Do not cast me out!..I was wrong to say those things! I was wrong to say those lies, forgive me."
*Matt bows once more.*
"I have seen the light!...I know you could do nothing to cast out the demon, Mike Lethal! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"
*Matt removes his coat, now bare-chested. He picks up a three-tailed whip, with a jagged stone at each end. He whips it over his right shoulder, and his left one, the rocks digging into his flesh. Matt winces when they make contact, he whips himself again, under each arm.*
"Please! Take my blood and flesh as my sacrifice! I am not worthy!"
*Matt bows again, the camera able to see the marks and blood on his back.*
"...now is no longer the time to reconcile, my Disciples, but wait, just wait for the second coming of gold to Matthew Oliveira."
*Matt is now looking straight into the camera, still kneeling.*
"I have beaten Mike Lethal. You may say differently, but I beat him...he couldn't walk out of Dawn of Destruction with the Sergeant Title, no, he couldn't. The ONLY way Mike Lethal could have gotten his shot was if he waited, not even 24 hours to DoD. He moved on, he was promoted...A LIEUTENANT Fighty fighty person COMPETES FOR MY SERGEANT TITLE!!!...Mike Lethal won, and I lost?...I lost?...I didn't lose. Mike lost. Lethal's title reign wasn't even a fraction of a second long. No defenses, not even a syllable as champion...and now that belt is vacant, spat upon, and trampled under foot...courtesy to me."
"Mike Lethal's actions will have consequences, oh yes, because when I defeated the Unknown, the Unimaginable, the single embodiment that you don't know who that is...and I beat it. I'm in the second round. MY first Lieutenant match since breaking my neck, and I'm in the SECOND ROUND."
"What did Mike Lethal do? Beat a bunch of nobodies, has-beens, and never-will-be's. Mike Lethal didn't beat me, f*ck Mike Lethal. I beat me. My brain beat my body. Mike Lethal will never equal to a God or Heretic. Mike Lethal will never amount to a legend. Mike Lethal is "undefeated" in a GHW ring, but the one thing about undefeated streaks are, their a b*tch when they get broken."
"Mike Lethal, you may not hear this. You may ignore this, but I don't care. What's said is said, and whats done is done. Ashes to ashes and dust to dust. I swear, I'll face you again...and the outcome will be COMPLETELY different...and that goes to anybody who wants to get in my way."
*Matt picks up his black-leather, silver fashioned Sergeant Championship, the blood drippings painted on. He lays it out in front of him, and poses in his crucifix.*
"because I'm Matthew Oliveira...the Savior, the Saint, and the Sergeant...the embodiment of violence, passion, aggression, and truth...and the best damn Fighty fighty person in this company...and I've proved I'm right."
*END OF PROMO*
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Post by Matt Oliveira on Mar 9, 2007 9:43:07 GMT -5
*March 9th, 2007-"The Alpha of Omega"
*Matt sits in the middle of his room, legs crossed. He's wearing his denim shorts, kneepads, and combat boots, and a black sleeveless Rammstein t-shirt. The Ghost belt is held in his lap, he runs his fingers over it, slowly, feeling the engravements.*
Matt: "This is mine...this is rightfully mine. I am justified to have it...long live Matthew Oliveira...long live the Sergeant Champion...the righteous one...who will lay great vengeance upon the wrongful heir."
*Matt looks into the camera, as if looking at Mike himself.*
Matt: "Mike Lethal...you just won't give up, will you?...You get your high from one single win...but I've killed your reputation. Your got your high from the Sergeant Championship...but I destroyed it. You got your high from entering Mystery Madness...but I killed that too. Lethal, I get my high from eliminating you. The past month has been my own 4:20. But, you keep trying...and trying...and finally, when you HAD your chance to extract your vengeance last Sunday...you pass that up."
"Lethal, I've been in GHW since it's alpha, and I'll stay here until my omega. That first episode on Friday Night Mayhem...marks the genesis of Matthew Oliveira. Not only was I left in that cage, as Little Show walked out, and I was dragged out by paramedics...my blood and my sweat stained the canvas. Not only did I lose that crimson, life-giving liquid...I bled my feeling...I bled my beliefs in common sense. Amanda didn't know what she created that night...hell, she doesn't know alot of things...and I don't really give two shits about her, but that's not the point. The point is, I, since day one, will hurt. I will climb out of bed, every day, and look in the mirror, more scars than what I went to bed with."
*Matt shows his arms, upper and lower, his forehead, and even removes his shirt, barbed wire scars on his abdomen.*
"I am the original. I am the alpha of violence. You will discover this again, Mike Lethal. No matter how many chair shots, Magnum DDTs, or how long I grind your flesh into the side of a cage...the same as that cold, October, Friday night in the Manchester Arena, in that same steel cage...I have taken this to a new level. This level is filled with hate, hurt, and hellfire. I believe, as I cut into your skin...I will cry, Mikey. I know, because I am passing on this hurt...and you become more like me."
"The only thing that can hold this transformation, it is the long awaited, praised, hailed contstruction...Lethal, it is your nightmare...it is...The House of Horrors."
*Matt smiles, the grin, as one single tear rolls down his face, he wipes it, looks at it, and begins to laugh.*
*END OF PROMO*
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Post by Matt Oliveira on Mar 10, 2007 10:23:48 GMT -5
*March 10th, 2007-"The House of Horrors"*
*Matt is sitting on his leather couch, just returning from his Mystery Madness match, which he was defeated. He pours water from a bottle into his hand, and wipes it over his face. He takes a breath. The coffee table in front of him has blueprints on it, he looks at it, and he smiles.*
Matt: "Mike, I bet you're pretty happy about my loss. Overjoyed, even. However, I'm pretty happy about it, too. Because, Lethal, you're my ticket to Total Carnage. I benefit from you, I feed off you, all for one, and none for all. Of course, in 1-on-1 contests, Ashley Renee defeated me. Where's Ashley now? Huh?...She's gone, screw her...and by that, I mean in the bad way. I was just defeated by Terremoto, but, even if Terremoto wins the belt, I'll still be right behind him, ready for him to stumble. Cronus once beat me in a rumble, but the last time I checked, I took the belt from him."
"That brings me to you, Lethal. You are the only one who has screwed me over, and is yet to pay for it. I hope you feel special. Hold that close to you, have that fire burn in your heart, let it into your blood, and let it flow through your veins and arteries. Live upon it, because, at Total Carnage, you will bleed your happiness. You will bleed your accomplishments, all your dreams, all of your hope and dignity away."
"I know what's going through your head, Mikey...'I'll beat Matt, I did it once, and I'll do it again'...that's where you're wrong. You beat me from a technicality. You beat me out of bullshit. You don't deserve one damn championship in GHW, because you lack the patience, maturity, and full-minded thinking, necessary for a title-holder."
"That's what the House of Horrors is for. It's meant to change, to alter people. Come, take a look..."
*The camera moves to over Matt's shoulder, looking at the blueprints.*
"Beautiful, isn't it?...Look, I've taken a steel cage, the same as my first match, and I've put a roof on it. It's a cell. With closer quarters than a Hell in a Cell, but just as much pain...In that cell, in every corner, will be trash cans, and on the walls will be removable weapons. Chairs, canes, signs, can lids, staple guns, all of it. Weapons will be on two opposite sides. On the two other sides, will be, threaded, intertwining with the mesh, barbed wire."
"I love it. Wire, weapons, and war. Just for you, Mikey, I'm taking out the ropes, you little pr*ck. So you'll need to be innovative for a Lethal Kick, just like me...and to win, all you need to do is just walk out the front door. That's it. All you need to do, is walk away. Seems simple?...Well, when you've got tacks in your back, gaping holes from wire, and a $1 bill stapled to your head, walking is pretty damn difficult. So this is your test, it's worth 100% percent of your grade, so study up, Mikey..."
*Matt holds up a VHS tape, written on it is "GHW: D-Day"*
"...because school is in session."
*Camera fades out.*
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Post by jondoe on Mar 26, 2007 22:33:44 GMT -5
Jon Doe enters the locker room and speaks wiithout hesitation. Jon Doe:Alright Matt i kno you aren't the nicest guy in here but, i need your help. you see you have video tapes spanning every wrestling association and i need to figure out who I am, So if i could just use them...
He stops and awaits his reply TBC by Matt
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Post by Matt Oliveira on Mar 27, 2007 15:38:13 GMT -5
*Matt stares at Jon, taking a quick knock-back of red wine. He looks at him again, then to his videotapes.*
Jon: "What do you say? Well?"
Matt: "Alright, kid...the only thing you did wrong was that you didn't knock...but I'm a nice guy, and you haven't p*ssed me off, yet. We get a lot of you young guys trying to be something that exists as an illusion. But, you are the first to attempt to figure out who you are...literally. Go ahead, VHS is on the bottom, DVD's are on the top, take as long as you want with them. Study them, and treat them like the bible itself. Remember, I'm always in this building when you are, and I can take them back if you decide not to."
*Matt finishes off his wine, giving a "go ahead" nod to Jon.*
TBC by Jon Doe
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Post by jondoe on Mar 28, 2007 14:08:15 GMT -5
Jon Selects a few tapes, then nods at matt and leaves
Heading back to his locker room.
TBC by me in my locker room
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Post by Matt Oliveira on Apr 8, 2007 20:14:38 GMT -5
*April 8th, 2007* "Step Up"
*Matt is draped in a newer maroon coat, wearing his GHW shirt, and jeans. He's sitting on his couch, and on the table before him is the GHW Hardcore Championship, a glass of red wine, and three golden tickets, like the movie.*
Matt: "World Warz. Next Sunday, seven days. Only seven days until my hard work pays off. One week, until all my aggressions will be dissolved. 168 hours, until Matthew Oliveira cements himself into the hallowed halls of GHW, because in that time, I will have made this company BETTER than what it is. I've improved it, I've created something that EVERYONE benefits. Look...I've got three golden tickets. Three. That's more than Charlie from the Chocolate Factory, kids. The reason I've got three, is because I haven't seen anything worth a damn for a while. Anybody, ANYBODY, under 800 experience, is allowed in...they just need to prove it to me."
*Matt picks up the Hardcore Title, moving it closer to the screen.*
"Pretty cool, isn't it? Nice and shiny, polished, engraved...but look, no name. It's blank. Nobody owns it...well, I own it...yeah, it's mine...I mean, I DID earn this. So, Sunday will be more of a title defense, when you think about it....hehe, it's kinda like when Mick got his title from Vince. Yeah, Van Dam was the last champion, but Mick got the title anyways...'cause they all love that guy...and just like that...when I decide to hang up MY boots, I'll get this back, don't worry. But, I'm getting off-topic."
*Matt places the belt back on the table.*
"...So let me give the Lieutenant locker room a sound threatening. You see, on the 16th of April, the hunt begins. Matt's coming for the Lieutenant Title, Hardcore belt or not, you'll hear my voice. Boys and girls, the only one to actually know what I went through was Duece, WAY back. I bet you remember those days...myself against Leviathan, a guy who begged for a title shot, got it, won it, and left for good...and I'm still here...exactly how Lashl3y begged, and pleaded, and sucked some d*cks, and he LOST, and now HE's gone. Terremoto...I may be the only person not to draw comedic relief from an obese character...but by God, I'm the only one who knows how to get to you. I can dissect, manipulate, twist, mold, shape, destroy, create, and break you...all with words. No fists, just words. Hell, by the time I get the shot, you probably won't be champion, but I'm just keeping you on your toes. I'm VERY happy Malcriado and Stevie can challenge for the belt, because I can pick them apart too...I'm a veteran, I know how, when, and where to do this."
"You can think I'm full of it, yeah, don't believe me. But, do me a favor, pick up my DVD...watch it. Because I've done some scary stuff, hell, I've left some of it out, too. I've got an edge over the Lieutenant Division, boys, a neurological edge...and it sure as hell isn't a spear off a cage, though tables. Oh, no. It's a combination of patience, opportunity, experience, and knowledge. And the last time I checked, you can't wear THAT around your waist...and I'll prove I'm right."
*Matt does a quick crucifix, and the camera does a fade-out.*
*END OF SEGMENT*
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Post by Matt Oliveira on May 13, 2007 17:35:41 GMT -5
*"The X Factor" May 13th, 2007*
*Matt is sitting on the couch as Serenity is just getting up and walking out of camera range. Matt looks up at her, smiles, and watches her leave the room. His attention is slowly drawn to the camera, he rubs his hair-covered chin, and looks down onto the coffee table, where a copy of the Ultimate X Poster is laid out.*
Matt: "One week. Again, one week. Five men...a jock, a rookie, a sidekick, and...I guess...a friend...and the genius that makes it all possible, Matthew Oliveira. This has to be the most important match, in GHW history, that a title isn't on the line. What does that say? I mean, we're all going to beat the living sh*t out of each other, for a SHOT at the Lieutenant Title...THAT SAME NIGHT, that title is being contested between a refugee and a druggie...I mean, one man smokes the stuff the other guy smuggles into the country!...and yours truly is fighting it out for a SHOT to face one of them?"
*Matt looks away, drawn to the poster once more.*
"Now, that does two things. First, it makes the Lieutenant Title worth SO much more. So much prestige, value, hype...but not only that, but it makes the name-value of the champion SO much greater. THAT means that THE Hardcore icon, the saint, the savior, his work is getting NO reward. Who gets it? The damn champion, that's who. Now, I'm not going to bash the Lieutenant Champion, no, I love what he's done. He's broken that barrier that umpteen people before him have tried to break, and BE broken in the process. But not that champ...no, see, what he lacks in a language barrier, he makes up for in in-ring work. He's a talented guy...but my problem is the #1 Contender..."
*A snarl creeps onto Matt's face, like he just bit into sour grapes.*
"...Duece...all I hear is three damn things...'Dude'...'man'...and 'I gave Matt the Call of the Wild'...well guess f*cking what, DUDE, I've had slaps on the wrists that hurt more than that!...I've had chair shots that hurt more than THAT!...I've given out the Magnum f*cking DDT, and that hurts one HELL of alot worse than THAT! I'll tell you one more time, I've ended people with the Magnum, not just their match, not just their reputation, but their God damned career! I ended the Titans with it! Cronus...click, BOOM...Dormouse...click, BOOM...and even Hyperion...click, BOOM! I'm taking out more people than the damned plague!"
"So, come NeXus, Duece, I don't care if you win that title or not, because you'll be losing it to either Juan over there or the most sadistic, brutal, meanest son-of-a-b*tch you've ever met. 2-0 won't mean one thing. A Hardcore Title reign...wait, who's the guy that gave you a shot at the Hardcore Title? So you could go on, sh*t on it, leave it for nothing, and enhance yourself into the very Contenders spot that you have now?...oh yeah, ME. It was me damn it! I gave you the shot, I give you that inch, and you take a mile, you selfish son-of-a...yeah, you...you remember that one, Duece. You wouldn't have that shot if it wasn't for me. You wouldn't have your career SAVED, if it wasn't for me. So go ahead, capitalize on it, win the title then..."
*Matt looks deeper into the camera, coming closer to his eyes.*
"...because, sooner or later, we'll find out if you can give me that Call of the Wild again...flat on your back after -CLICK, BOOM...Magnum...one...two...three...and I know I'm right."
*END OF SEGMENT*
(OOC: Wow, that one was angrier than expected...)
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Post by Mike Lethal on Jun 26, 2007 22:04:14 GMT -5
Mike is Walking down the hall to Matt's Locker room
Whats up with this guy he doesn't give a care in the world about this tag team and he sure as hell doesn't hide it
Mike looks around and notices the door with the red x.
This tag team isn't working because this jackass is so f*cking stubborn
Mike barges in coming in so fast the door slams into the wall.He sees Matt sitting on a chair blank stair not even fazed by the sound.Matt doesn't even take a glance at Mike.
Mike:Matt what the hell was that all about Friday I'm tired of this bullsh*t!
Matt has no answer and still stares blankly into nothing
Mike:Do you not care that we keep losing match after match because your being so stubborn.
Matt still doesn't answer as Mike begins get in extremely irritated.
Mike:Answer me god damnit!!!
Matt finally tilts his head and looks at Mike with that blank stare
TBC:Matt only
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