My songs know what you did in the daaaaaaaark!
The theme of the infamous Matthias began to play to open up the show, eliciting a roaring boo from the audience after witnessing his betrayal against Mad Dog in such a violent and depraved manor. He wasn't alone, he was accompanied by his new brethren in the Sharpshooter Society, confirming the rumors spread all over the Internet after what he said last week. He was even sporting the same flame pads he'd been wearing for weeks, that he used to set Mad Dog on fire maliciously. Matthias was getting far more comfortable in this brutal environment than maybe anyone wished he would. The group climbed in to the ring, Matthias with a microphone in hand, and as the music died down, he raised it up to speak, though he had to wait for the boos to quiet as well...
"Oh come on now people! You REALLY didn't see this coming? I mean REAAAALLY?! You people actually bought all of that, 'I'm so happy you people accept me, keep me honest, I'll prove myself to you,' blah blah blah blah BLAAAAAH OH MY GOD! I seriously almost threw up every time I had to talk to you idiots!" Matthias half gags, jokingly, exadurating getting the taste out of his mouth. "Come on people, look at me. LOOK AT ME! I'm not even hitting my peak yet, and I'm still heads and shoulders better than anyone left in that JOKE of a tournament for the Season's Championship. Honestly, Salem Croft might as well have handed me that title when he walked out the damn door, so I could slam it behind him with it. It was predestined! Salem drops the title...THE PHOENIX RISEN, MATTHIAS, RISES FROM THE ASHES, and returns to Baaaad Blooood Wrestling, and enters himself in a tournament for the vacant Seasons Championship. Matthias WINS his first tournament match in spectacular fashion by SUBMISSION. Coincidentally, every other member of the Sharpshooter Society 'loses' their round one match, in order to get out of my way. Week two? Matthias 'mysteeeeeeriously' gets a second round bye, but he 'proves he's still worthy' by accepting a match anyway...against J.W. Calibur...SSS member...and we put on a clinic, but I walk out unscathed. Lucky, huh? Hahahaaaa...ooh man this was so perfect! But wait, here's the climax of the story...the MAIN EVENT later that night, MAD DOG MCLENNON vs. FREAKSHOW...loser leaves town! Mad Dog, the man Matthias ran to rescue in his return, against the man who'se plagued Matthias' very existence, FREAKSHOW! Matthias must be jumping in to help Mad Dog win, and keep his spot, continue his hardcore legend! But...wait...what's this? Matthias turns on Mad Dog? Matthias sets Mad Dog on FIRE!? Matthias FIRE BOMBS Mad Dog through a flaming table!? Matthias pulls Freak on to the pin!? How could this be!? They were mortal enemies! Say it ain't soooo!" Matthias feigns sobbing, wiping the tears from his eyes, before cracking up laughing again. "AND THE BEST PART OF THAT? I get paid for attacking Mad Dog like that moron Freakshow paid me to do, and he STILL LOST! So I don't have to deal with him again! It was just...too...perfect." Matthias paces back and forth in the ring, reveling in his own genius.
"Please...did you really expect me to do anything else? Did you even WANT me to? You people know you hate me, you want...to hate me...so you can take all your stupidity, your ignorance, your gullibility, and drown it with your piss poor, cheap a** beer, and watch Mathias Rise...with the Sharpshooter Society. You see, when I debuted, I thought I was alone, and figured that was the source of my problems...but I was wrong. I wasn't alone, I had simply surrounded myself with WEAKNESS. Starting with my WEAK family, broken down relics, parodies of themselves who were so concerned with correcting their old mistakes, that they couldn't stop making new ones. My so called 'friends', a WEAK little girl who was scared of her own shadow, a WEAK best friend who was more concerned with making jokes and being liked than doing the right thing and growing his career, a WEAK half-sister who was so scrambled in her head that she made ME look normal, someone who chose to stand on someone else's shoulders and never took a step of her own...I was so surrounded by weakness, that they brought down my greatness, and I was predestined for failure. But now...now? Now I'm surrounded by greatness, and will only make my greatness impossible not to notice. Let's look around...Daisuke Ishikawa, the Japanese phenom that will make Ryuu SUCKamoto look like the Karate Kid. Morelia, the Romanian Hearthrob that will make your heart stop. Fate Lionheart, daughter of THEE GREAT Jason Byers, a man who TRULY knew how this business worked, and how LIFE worked. Bernhardt Rosenthal, the German Blitzkrieg of force and domination. And J.W. Caliber, the Dirty South Outlaw, and longest reigning champion in BBW. Look at these people, look at what they've done, what they can do, and then look at me...Look at me and tell me that we aren't about to take over the goddamned world. Look at me in the eyes, and tell me the world isn't already ours. Look at me, and tell me I'm not TOOOOOOOO....SWEEEEEET..."
The audience began to drown him out again with boos, but all Matthias did was prop himself up against the ropes and yawn, pretending to look at an imaginary wrist watch. He wasn't done, and he wasn't leaving until he said what he had to say.
"Are you mouth breathers finished? Do you honestly think I care what you have to say? You paid for a seat, that doesn't give you the right to talk during MY TIME! Now, as I was saying...With the power of the Sharpshooter Society behind me, there is nothing left that can stand in my way. Not Kujaku tonight, and not Trent or Rhorus, whoever I meet, and force to SUBMIT in the finals of the Seasons Championship Tournament. I'm going to bring a dominance and athleticism you troglodytes have never seen before, and we're not going to stop it until the Sharpshooter Society OWNS BBW, and aaaaalllll those belts are hanging off our shoulders. BBW will fall, and from the ashes, Matthias...Rises..."
Matthias grins and steps back, embracing his SSS brothers.
