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| We return from a short break...and the camera crew has now entered the hotel lounge, of course looking for Chris Matthews again to continue where he left off a little while ago. Cautiously the camera enters the hotel's dining room, only to be stopped and asked if they have a reservation. Naturally they don't, and are about to be shown the door** Chris [from a table in one corner]: Hey, they're with me! Send them over here, will ya? **The waiter releases the camera crew, who walk over to where Chris is sitting. He has just finished eating, evidently, as remnants of filet mignon and lobster are seen on a plate nearby. Chris looks at the camera with sort of a "what are you doing here?" look, and begins to speak** Chris: West ought to be a comedian, not a goddamn wrestler. I mean look at him, he's obviously scared stiff about this Sunday because he knows that I'm gonna beat the living daylights out of him, so what does he do? He tries to intimidate me by making himself big and bad. And it nearly worked, but the thought of him and the cripple Fyre made me laugh. Speaking of laughing look at what West sent to me, to get me worried: Blood laugh a minute! But West’s past is of cheating and bitching. He’s cried over the EWA, The Nations Title, me being a bigger star then he’ll ever be. How he’s gonna hold the Nations Title? What a laugh in fact, the title always should have been mine from the goddamn start. I didn't have lie or cheat my way to ANYTHING, West. I got the EWA title because I was that (bleeping) good. So whoever the hell told you that I had to lie and cheat in order to get it...well they can go (bleep) themselves for all I care. This Sunday, you rotten son of a (bleep), you're dead when you get in that ring. I'll finish what I did to you at Shockwave, and I'll end your goddamn career. Because West, when I beat your ass this Sunday it will be the LAST time you ever get the Nations title. You want to play (bleeping) games with me? Then just call me the goddamn Gamesmaster. Because I am a master of everything West. That's why I'm the greatest of all time. Because it is the damn truth, and to hell with you if you don't like it. This Sunday you're going down West…one way or another. You should never have even won the EWA I.C title in the first place...you bribe and begged to get the title shot and beat my friend Hal Jacobs using every dirty trick in the book. But now, see, there isn't going to be any bullshit, West. You won't be able to worm your way out of anything now. At Critical Conditions I'll show you who deserves to be the greatest…and pal it sure as hell ain't you! I'm sick and tired of your shit, West. You call me a moaning little (bleep) who should save my drama for my mama. WTF? you tell me how you should be the champ and how you earned the shot…well to that all I gotta say is (bleep) YOU! You didn't earn a goddamn thing, you rat bastard. If anybody deserves the Nations title, then I should still have it. Because I'm that goddamn better than you are, West. But you know, Phoenix and I made one very big mistake when we didn't put you away for good at Shockwave. So I'm going to finish the job on Sunday. I'll make you wish that you never even came to the TWW. Because fact of the matter is...that you shouldn't have. You should have retired in the EWA then and there, because since you DID come back, you're gonna pay the (bleeping) price for it. I don't give a damn what you say, because I know the truth…and so does everyone else in the TWW. They all know that I am the one and true TWW Nations champion, and they all really know that I'm better than you. But since I have to prove that fact to you, then so be it. You go ahead and show clips of your past matches, like anybody gives a goddamn about a has-been remembering what used to be. I know that I don't give a damn about it West. Because the past is dead. That's why they call it the past. Come back to reality, asshole, and face the fact that you're going to have the hell beat out of you this Sunday, whether you like it or not. Then you can live in the past forever West, because you'll be a PART of the past when I'm done. I want that belt…more than you know, and I will get it on Sunday, West. This time I won't make any mistakes...I'll bury them instead. And guess what? The biggest mistake I made was to ever let you anywhere near my title. Cause once you are near it, you want it too, and you’ll resort to the lowliest, most underhanded tricks in the book to get it... Matthews, now pretty much seething with anger, gulps down a glass of water to cool himself off. He breathes deeply for a few minutes before being able to continue** Chris: And you know what? It worked. All your dirty, rotten, underhanded techniques worked. You got a title shot at me in the old, even though you didn't even deserve to be in the same ring with me. But while your schemes may have gotten you the shot West, it also got you something else...my undying, eternal HATRED! I hate your guts you bastard! I hope that you (bleeping) rot in hell...as a matter of fact, I think I'll give you a head start and send you there. You decided to (bleep) with the wrong guy, West, and now you're going to pay for it. This Sunday, it's become more than just a battle over the TWW Nations title. This is a war, West...and like it or not you're going to become a casualty of war. You want to see a side of Chris Matthews that NOBODY has ever seen before? You want to get me so goddamn worked up that if I had the chance I would snap your neck and end your pathetic life? I did it to Fyre and I’ll do it to you. You want...you want me to show you that I am the (bleeping) GREATEST?!? Then that is EXACTLY what you're going to get. Because at Critical Conditions I'll show you that I'm the greatest. Ha, ha, yeah I'll show you...and I'll also show you once and for all that you're nowhere in my league. You don't belong in the same arena with me, West. Hell you don't belong in the same (bleeping) STATE as me, you American piece of monkey diarrhoea. You go and say how you know who you are...and how you have the determination needed to be the best...well you also have a very powerful enemy West...and this enemy is going to be your downfall. You see, you underestimate me. Yes, I hate you with a vengeance. Yes, I would love to tear your stinking throat out and watch you die. But what I want more than anything else West...is for you to suffer. And the best way for you to suffer is when you have to face the reality...and face the fact that I am indeed better...and that I am indeed the TWW's finest athlete. You may be living in a dream world of your own concoction now, West, but soon it's all going to be ended. Soon you're going to have to come out of your little fantasy world and you'll have to live with the fact that I am better than you are. So you go and you play your tapes about the past, West. You go and keep on re-living what used to be, because soon that'll be the only thing you have left. Because you sure as hell aren't going to be the TWW Nations champion after Critical Conditions West. I can give you my word on that…and Chris Matthews ALWAYS keeps his word. Your memories are going to be the only thing you have in just a short while West...and while memories of things gone by may never fade away, you sure as hell will. And you won't fade away being remembered as the TWW Champion, you'll fade away being remembered as, if anything, the guy who was second best to the GREATEST athlete ever in the history of the TWWTHE REAL F’N DEAL CHRIS MATTHEWS. And as you damn sure know, being second best is the worst thing of all. Which is why you wanted to bad to beat me...so you didn't have to be second best…but what you don't get, you bastard, is that you'll ALWAYS be second best to me. Like it or not, you'll never be the greatest. Hell after Sunday you won't even be the TWW champion. You'll just be Jake West, and I doubt anybody will even give a damn about you then; not like anybody does right now of course. **Chris gets up from the table and, without saying a word to the camera, walks out of the lounge. Frantically the camera crew gathers their equipment and tries to follow him, but when they exit the lounge they see him walking up a flight of stairs, which presumably leads towards his hotel room. Looks like this interview will be continued…again. The cameraman sighs because he still hasn't gotten the full interview with Lance yet, and reluctantly the scene fades to black** TO BE CONTINUED |
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