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| **We fade in to a bustling nightclub. It's late Monday night/Tuesday morning, say around 1:00 A.M. Despite it being so late the club is nearly jam packed with a variety of people, some just chatting with friends, others dancing to the loud rock music that filters throughout the establishment. The camera focuses in on a large booth towards the back, where The Real F’N Deal Chris Matthews, is having a drink. He is wearing his black "I am the Greatest!" T-Shirt. As the camera moves in closer, he turns to face the camera, and starts to brag about what will go down on Lightning** Chris: So Swifty has stuck me against Chris Johnson...god what a moron opponent! I got no clue where he has come from, but he gonna get his ass kicked by me! It’s set to be great; I’ll completely beat down Johnson, as well my next opponent after that and the man I meet in the final...that will show how good I truly am; I mean I’m gonna to beat three top superstars BY MYSELF! Just like my last appearance on the first Shockwave Who else in the TWW can say that they've taken down the three top wrestlers? Nobody that I know of...which is just even MORE proof of why I'm more so damn good, and why I'm the best wrestler in the TWW today, as well as SOON the first ever Nations champion as it should be. **Chris takes a swig of a Lime Bacardi Breezer and laughs** Chris: Anyways...point is that I will beat the daylights outta Johnson and I shall show him who The Real F’N Deal is, and why I have the bragging rights to be the best. And now, he’s gonna off babbling about how he wants to kill me or something. I really ought to get him put away in a mental institution…him and my old friend Camo, and the TWW resident crazy man, Jake West. That's THREE guys now who wanna kill me or ruin me or God knows what else. Looks like I'm a wanted man now that I'm the greatest in the TWW...if anyone could come close. Ah, but such is the price of greatness. As…someone once said, heavy is the head that wears the crown. Or…something like that anyways. Point is that since I'm the best, I have guys left and right wanting a piece of me. Everybody wants to try and take down the TWW legend…too bad it's not gonna be happening anytime soon. Ain't that right? You're damn right it's right. Because I am the greatest. **Chris takes another drink. He brushes his blond hair with his hand, and for some odd reason pulls out, and puts on, a pair of shades. Very strange since the club is dark as it is. Chris turns back to the camera, and flashes an award-winning smile** Chris: Once more I've shown that I'm the best thing going in the TWW today. I'm, as far as my knowledge, the only man to be an EWA champion without breaking a sweat, the other being...hmm…I seem to have forgotten his name! Ha, ha, ha the only other guy who basically sucked a lot of dick to get anywhere is the guy who didn’t’ even DESERVE that belt, Jake West. But who really cares about West? I sure as hell don't. I tell you the E.O.E should have hit Fyre harder as that $5 whore deserves to feel a Sideliner on the cold mat. All it takes is a Flash Of pain and I’m the winner. Still he wants to kill me...Oooooh, I'm scared stiff, West. I'm shaking in my boots. Please, please, PLEEEEEEEEASE don't kill me! You're so much better than I am...you really SHOULD be a TWW Champion! Ha, ha, ha, yeah right. You WISH I were crying like a little baby after hearing your threats. Well actually, your threats DID have me in tears…tears of laughter that is. Come on, West, you're not as stupid as you look. You don't REALLY think I'm frightened of a guy like you? Hell you kept trying to come out and take me down in the EWA, and I sent you packing. Now your in hiding, because I alone will beat the bejesus out of three guys and become the Nations Champion…and that is pretty goddamn good if you ask me. Goes to show you who really has talent, and who just THINKS they have the talent. I think my actions will speak for itself, don't you? Ha ha ha. Moving on...we have everyone's favourite jobber, Chris Johnson. Looks like you get your wish; you get to meet your idol, Chris Matthews, this Friday! You must be so happy, I bet you're off bragging to all your school friends and having a really good time of it. Well you know, Johnson, you may have a shot at me this week, but you aren't going to win. See the funny thing is that people never seem to realize it, but I always have a trick or three up my sleeve. Of course I doubt I'll be needing one to take on a little kid. I mean how old ARE you, Johnson? 12? 13? Something like that? Ah hell if I know. All I know, Chris, is that on Lightning you're going to learn exactly what Camo and crew found out the other week. Like them, you'll find out why I'm the only man in the TWW who deserves to have a title around my waist. You can forget about washed-up has-beens like The Graduate and Snake Eyes, and you can forget about title wannabes like West, and Camo…and come to think of it, Johnson, like YOU. Yeah, that's right. You're nothing but a wannabe like everyone else. And, like everyone else, you're going to learn why I am the wrestling legend...and why I am the greatest! This Lightning, Chris, you're going to come out of your little dream world where you're the centre of attention, and you're gonna step into MY world…and in my world, Johnson, I ALWAYS win. **He finishes the alcohol beverage and leaves a small tip. Chris slowly gets to his feet and, removing the shades to show his cat green eyes, he walks unnoticed out of the establishment. Matthews hops into the limousine waiting for him outside, and directs the cheuffeur to return to his mansion. Chris smiles at the camera again before slamming the door, and without further adieu the limo drives off. The scene fades...** |
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