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"The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is a semi-final round in the Seasons Championship Tournament! The winner of this contest will move on to the final round of the tournament! Introducing first..."

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Matthias began to laugh a bit devilishly as the audience continued to wait for Kujaku to make his entrance. He picked up a microphone and looked at the stage, hanging on the top rope casually.

"Oooh noooo...it would be SUUUUCH A SHAAAAME if something terrible kept okd kookookajoo from making it to the ring in time for this, all important semi-finals match! Oooh well! Ref, you might as well start counting him out!"

Matthias seemed to know something everyone else didnt, and the audience booe'd uproarously as the ref was forced to start the count...

"Oh lord..."

Matthias sighed and put his palm on his face, shaking his head as Kujaku made his entrance, standing like a mannequin in his Tetris box. He leaned against the corner turnbuckle, looking around.

"Is this a prank? Am I on Swerved? This guy can't be serious," Matthias spoke loudly without his microphone. He twirled his wrist, urging Kujaku to get out of his set piece so they could, you know, fight? Matthias knew full well that the guy in the box was either a distraction or the real thing, as he tried the same exact trick on Andrew Styles.

"Hey, Kookookajoo, I'm not buying it. I've seen this dog and pony show, so I'm not moving from this spot until you take this seriously and stop playing dollhouse. Let's GOOOOO!" He shouted, clapping his hands together to try and get this match under way. He wasn't allowing anyone else to get close to him either, that idiotic fake face trick wasn't working on him either.

Matthias leaned against the corner, eyes getting droopy. He almost looked like he was about to fall asleep from boredom. When the eight mascaraders hopped up on to the apron, he just looked at them with lazy eyes, each one, not even moving to get away from them. He raised up his mic and yawned loudly.

"It's kinda sad you feel you need to set up these conveluded traps before your matches just to get the upper hand in a one on one contest. I mean hell, BBW is no DQ, Extreme Rules all the time, but do you see me calling out the Sharpshooter Society to come help me out? Do you see me bringing chairs and bottles and Singapore canes to the ring to get an early advantage? This...cheap...Duality mixed with GBL ripoff, it doesn't bother me. You know why? Because when you get down to it, it's still one...on...one...when it comes to showing who the REAL man is. I may be an a*****e, I may be a bad man, I may be trying to end people's careers to advance my own, but at least I'm doing it on my own merits, and not highering a whole cast to put on a Midsummer Nights Dream to do it for me. Jump me if you have to, and I honestly think you do have to if you want a chance to win. But if you're half a man, and I don't think you are, send Cirque Du Soleil home and step up by yourself in the ring. Call is all yours."

With that, Matthias lowered his mic, and waited for Kujaku to make up his mind.

"Whaaat a surprise, the plan got even more conveluded and overly complicated when you got put in a corner and the odds were suddenly not in your immediate favor. Oh yeah, 'they're just here to make sure the Sharpshooter a Society doesn't interfere', I TOTALLY believe that, despite the fact that they are on the ring apron and have no need to be if they're just honorary lumberjacks. I'm going to ignore the fact that I have no idea what you're talking about because, surprise, I don't need superhero, or Japanese power ranger references for that matter, to be my identity, and ask you why you think you know me? Huh? Because you clearly don't know a damn thing about me. You come out here and try to get the drop on me, try to surprise me, act like you have me right where you want me, when in reality...you haven't had the balls to throw a single punch because I've seen this cowardly act coming a mile away. I don't need the Sharpshooter Society to beat you, that's why they aren't here. That's why they aren't even in the tournament anymore, because I wanted to show I could beat you clowns one on one, and BBW would know that it isn't the group that needs to be feared, it's the individuals in that group. But you? You refuse to make the first move unless you have a decided advantage. You're afraid of me, you're afraid of one on one competition. Ever since that Gauntlet match, you've been running for your life, making sure you have an upper hand on everyone, or else you don't even try. I can see right through you, because I may be young, but I've got this business in my veins, and flash in the pan, all sparkle no substance, yellow-belly losers like you...never...last...Unlike me, who can come crashing down in a blaze of glory one night, and RISE IN A TOWERING INFERNO OF SPLENDOR THE NEXT! I'm unstoppable. You? You can't even get going. So what do you do now? Are you going to try and throw another monkey wrench in to the situation and make this more needlessly complicated than the plot for Donny Darko? Or are you going to clear your Highschool Theatre Monologue set from the ring, and get to fighting?"

Matthias spat out, clearly annoyed by the distinct lack of anything meaningful happening in this match, which has started by the way, and yet Kujaku had only just now finally come out of hiding,

Matthias laughed to himself as Kujaku TOTALLY missed the point of what he said, and straight up lied given how the Andrew Styles match started. Either way, Kujaku backhanded him in the corner, causing rhe audience to 'OOOOOH', but Matthias still didnt react. He dropped the mic abd said only to Kujaku, "I had a bet with the boys backstage about how long I could keep you talking and how complicated you'd try to make this. I won."

Matthias said before flipping Kujaku off and springing for a quick school boy to get this match started, and get himself out of the corner.

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"3!!!!"

The refs hand hit the mat and Matthias popped up in excitement, baseball sliding out of the ring and away from Kujaku's 'enforcersnotenforcers'. The crowd was losing its mind, as much as they hated Matthias, the shocking sudden win on the Masked Redundancy was far too entertaining not to cheer for. Matthias picked up his microphone from before and smiled widely, waiting for his music to die down a bit before speaking.

"Guys guys guys...this could have happened to AAAANYONE! I mean come on, Caitlyn Jenner up there clearly tripped on her high heel shoes! Or maybe his High School Musical cast was off cue, I don't know! It coulda been the overly large and complicated game boy/Barbie doll gimmick of an entrance that tripped him up, i'm not a scientist, I can't tell you! But what I do know is this...Kookookajoo is going to watch from BACKSTAGE just like EVERYONE ELSE I beat, and watch as The Sharpshooter Society take over...starting with the BBW Seasons Championship! And that is just....TOOOOOOO SWEEEEEEET!"

Matthias drops the mic and walks back up the ramp, ready to go out on the town tonight and celebrate.