Post by Matt Oliveira on Jun 21, 2009 15:15:53 GMT -5
Following the match of mystery opponents with Shawn Dreamer, the culminating events lead into the Tried and Convicted graphics to alter the pace of the pay-per-view. The camera feed then switches to the backstage area, one of the few corridors which lead to the Gorilla position of sorts. However, Charlie Coors is nowhere to be seen due to his attendance being required at ringside for the night, but rather the lounging frame of Matthew Oliveira sits upon a heavy equipment box which is rolled next to the wall -serving as a perfect perch for the Hardcore Genius to land upon. The former GHW King of Deathmatches is dressed in his usual garb: combat boots that rest on the silver lining of the crate, black kneepads for the less-than-redundant protective attempts made for his own well-being, dark blue denim shorts at low-knee length, his newest Oliveira 2009 Signature shirt, and the traditional leather jacket to complete his ensemble. His hair appears wet, gelled perhaps, or dyed to a darkened chestnut tone with his goatee neat and even. The camera is at his side, fixated on the figure of the man whom brought Hardcore to the building many years ago which serves as his namesake. Matthew stares out before him, his peripheral vision to the camera.
Matt: "...my...my...my. It's been a long and winding road. Too long. Too winding. I would've preferred a proverbial highway of sorts, as the last few occasions I've come out to present myself we've run on some hard luck. Well, in that time I haven't really presented my thoughts in a way that those who...at least...remember me for who and what I was. I'd like to do that. That'd be nice."
*Matt pauses*
"But sometimes I think to myself, after an HONEST years absence, not counting a tag team match...or, a NeXuS match once more...I feel that I haven't really given myself justice, or to those who sit in this arena right now, hundreds of feet away from me through concrete and re-bar. That I've snuffed away most of my career, and made it crumble into dust..."
"Some will say, 'yeah, that was nice and all, but what have YOU done recently?'...some will say 'who are you in the first place?'...and some will say that I'm overrated, or placed too high on a pinnacle. But, what I see it as is that if you talk of old, over time it will prove its worth. It will show its own value by being polished into the FINEST gems, or it WILL crumble into dust. I believe, ladies and gentlemen, that I may not be a KING...but I have enrobed myself in diamonds, rubies, sapphires, and the like. I have looked back at my accomplishments twelve...twentyfour...and thirty-or-so months ago, and some things I enjoyed, and some things I hated. And that's what we need to learn when we travel down our winding roads. We need to learn that there are things we have done that we WILL love. And things we WILL hate. But regardless of the amount of pain, suffering, and anguish we have endured...or apexes of joy, love, and endorphin-triggered fanfare...you will never forget them. Only a complete idiot will throw his past away. I...I cherish my past. I love my past, and for a while I never really thought of my past. I only thought of the there and now -but don't get me wrong, that has it's benefits as well..."
Matt lowers his head and rubs his fingertips across his hairline, continuing.
"But what happened is all those jewels and gems and precious stones that created Matthew Oliveira began to warp and cloud and lose their values. Never were they worn. Never were they appraised by the owner. They simply were covered...in dust. TONIGHT...TONIGHT, at Tried and Convicted in the year two-thousand-and-nine, I have to find where I am to go. I need to find where this winding road leads me. And now you know what I need to do, GHW. I need to take those ornaments, and polish them, and STUDY THEM. I need to show them what they are really WORTH!..."
The camera pans around to the front of Matt, whom slides his way off the top of the case and stands before the lens, energy in his voice reflects the willpower within him which is unreflected by his facial expression, lack from slightly raised eyebrows.
"I, MATTHEW OLIVEIRA, will recover my past that has been set in stone...all the blood, all the conflicts, and all the pain...and I will walk that same road once again tonight. The Hardcore Genius versus Old Papa Pure in an Ultraviolent Match..."
Oliveira seethes one final breath into his lungs as he focuses on his closing remark.
"...because you can't plan your future...without determining your past. Dust...to dust. And I know I'm right."
Matt raises his arms out beside him, holding them in place of his Crucifix pose before grinning slightly as the camera fades to black to resume the night's activities.
End of Segment
Matt: "...my...my...my. It's been a long and winding road. Too long. Too winding. I would've preferred a proverbial highway of sorts, as the last few occasions I've come out to present myself we've run on some hard luck. Well, in that time I haven't really presented my thoughts in a way that those who...at least...remember me for who and what I was. I'd like to do that. That'd be nice."
*Matt pauses*
"But sometimes I think to myself, after an HONEST years absence, not counting a tag team match...or, a NeXuS match once more...I feel that I haven't really given myself justice, or to those who sit in this arena right now, hundreds of feet away from me through concrete and re-bar. That I've snuffed away most of my career, and made it crumble into dust..."
"Some will say, 'yeah, that was nice and all, but what have YOU done recently?'...some will say 'who are you in the first place?'...and some will say that I'm overrated, or placed too high on a pinnacle. But, what I see it as is that if you talk of old, over time it will prove its worth. It will show its own value by being polished into the FINEST gems, or it WILL crumble into dust. I believe, ladies and gentlemen, that I may not be a KING...but I have enrobed myself in diamonds, rubies, sapphires, and the like. I have looked back at my accomplishments twelve...twentyfour...and thirty-or-so months ago, and some things I enjoyed, and some things I hated. And that's what we need to learn when we travel down our winding roads. We need to learn that there are things we have done that we WILL love. And things we WILL hate. But regardless of the amount of pain, suffering, and anguish we have endured...or apexes of joy, love, and endorphin-triggered fanfare...you will never forget them. Only a complete idiot will throw his past away. I...I cherish my past. I love my past, and for a while I never really thought of my past. I only thought of the there and now -but don't get me wrong, that has it's benefits as well..."
Matt lowers his head and rubs his fingertips across his hairline, continuing.
"But what happened is all those jewels and gems and precious stones that created Matthew Oliveira began to warp and cloud and lose their values. Never were they worn. Never were they appraised by the owner. They simply were covered...in dust. TONIGHT...TONIGHT, at Tried and Convicted in the year two-thousand-and-nine, I have to find where I am to go. I need to find where this winding road leads me. And now you know what I need to do, GHW. I need to take those ornaments, and polish them, and STUDY THEM. I need to show them what they are really WORTH!..."
The camera pans around to the front of Matt, whom slides his way off the top of the case and stands before the lens, energy in his voice reflects the willpower within him which is unreflected by his facial expression, lack from slightly raised eyebrows.
"I, MATTHEW OLIVEIRA, will recover my past that has been set in stone...all the blood, all the conflicts, and all the pain...and I will walk that same road once again tonight. The Hardcore Genius versus Old Papa Pure in an Ultraviolent Match..."
Oliveira seethes one final breath into his lungs as he focuses on his closing remark.
"...because you can't plan your future...without determining your past. Dust...to dust. And I know I'm right."
Matt raises his arms out beside him, holding them in place of his Crucifix pose before grinning slightly as the camera fades to black to resume the night's activities.
End of Segment