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| **At long last the TWW camera crew has caught up with Chris Matthews. This time he is standing outside of his hotel suite, looking down from the balcony. A martini is in one hand, and he seems to have calmed down a lot from when he was in the hotel's lounge. He hears the camera crew enter the room, and immediately turns around to face them again** Chris: Jake...Jake...Jake, I think you need to quit kidding yourself and get ready to face the truth on Friday. I know that you can't accept the fact that I'm a better wrestler than you'll ever be...so just accept the fact that you don't deserve the TWW Nations title around your waist. Face it, West, you’ve been running scared of me. You know you don’t stand a chance against me because I AM the greatest wrestler in the TWW, if you had any friends you’d proberly bring them with you to screw me over. Not just payback for what you crap you talk, West. Oh no…I'm talking about more than that. I'm talking about payback for your constant thinking that you're better than I am, when the truth is that it’s a blatant lie. You've always said that you have more determination than I do, that you're a better wrestler than I am, and whatever else bullshit spews out of your mouth. Well...you'll be lucky if you can talk after what I do to you on Friday. This business isn't about respect, it’s about victory! And I'll catapult myself to victory over you this Friday, West, if it’s the last thing I ever do! You've never respected my talent, West. From day one you've thought yourself better than I am, when in fact it’s the other way around. I'm not the guy with no talent, West…YOU ARE. You just can’t understand that fact unless its forced into you after you get your ass kicked. Well I'm going to kick your ass on Friday, and I'll force the truth into your stupid, small little mind. You aren't as good as I am, and you never will be. Just like you will never again be the TWW champion after I get done with you. This Friday will be our last battle…and it will be a battle that I'm gonna walk out from victorious and you...Hahaha, well we'll see if you walk out from the battle, period. You're nothing but a paper champion, West. You haven't earned that title shot, you’ve not earned it like I have. So the only fitting thing to do, is to beat you within an inch of your life and take my belt. Because I'm the only who willEVER get deserved to wear it with pride, not with cowardice like you do now. ** Chris looks as if fire is in his eyes as his body tightens to show his excellent muscle structure. He breaks the martini glass with his bare hand in rage, before continuing. ** You've really done it, West. Now...you've gone and pissed me off since I met you. And we all remember what happens when I'm pissed off, don't we, mother (bleeper)? That's right, (bleep), when I'm pissed off, people (bleeping) pay. No, correction...people don't pay… YOU and your $2 whore pay. And you'll pay in spades this Friday, old buddy. Oh you can bet your (bleeping) bottom dollar that you'll pay DEARLY. Because I'm through playing games, West. I'm sick and tired of your bullshit, and on Friday I'm going to shut you up once and for all…one way or another. You won't leave with the Nations title, West. As a matter of fact, you may not even leave in one piece. After I'm done (bleeping) you up, people aren't gonna wonder who is Jake West, they'll wonder who WAS King Xtreme Jake West. Because there won't be anything left of you after I'm done. I've been mister nice guy for too damn long, and I wasn't even all that nice! But now, I'm just pure and simple pissed off, and trust me, (bleep), once Critical Conditions rolls around, you're going to suffer like you have never suffered before. I will make you pay...oh boy will I make you (bleeping) pay! Once I get my hands on you, you're as good as dead. No…on second thought you aren't as good as dead…you ARE dead once I get my hands on you. Swift had better polish my Nations title for Friday, West, because I guarantee that one-way or another...by hook or by crook, it's coming with me. Your stupid charade is over. There isn't going to be anymore bullshit after this West. There won't be any more idle threats. I am taking you down on Friday...and you will be on the receiving end of the Sideliner. **Chris cold eyes stare at the camera until it fades to black** |
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