*Scene opens up to the sound of shoes walking across hardwood floor. The camera looks up to see Matt Sharper wearing a business suit and leather shoes. He looks upset and reaches into his pocket, pulling out his phone which is vibrating. He answers it as we listen in.*

Sharper: Hello?

*A loud yell is heard next.*

Agent Williams: What the hell was that?!

Sharper: What are you talking about?

Agent Williams: You know damn well Matt. Im talking about Showdown and you getting owned by a dumbass who doesn't even know how to tie his own god damn shoes!

Sharper: He got lucky that's all.

Agent Williams: Bullshit, Sharper. You weren't ready physically or mentally damn it. I swear to god if I was you I would never show my face again.

Sharper: For what? Losing? Nobody is perfect and this wasn't my week. So what? Ill try harder next week and whatever happens, happens. Why are you making such a big deal out of this?

*Sharper sits down in his leather chair next to his computer. He takes the mouse and double clicks on the Mozilla Firefox icon as the conversation continues.*

Agent Williams: Matt, I dont mind you losing, but last week I saw the fire in your eyes, the hunger, and most importantly the heart and you did nothing with it. I know for one hundred percent you could of beaten Deacon Gabriel. Hell, you could of beaten him blind folded damnit, but you didn't get the job done. I still don't understand, what slowed you down enough to lose to Deacon?

*Matt types something in the adress bar as a huge XWF logo appears on his screen. He scrolls down to the Promos section. He clicks a link next to Downfall's name and proceeds to read instead of replying to his Agent's question.*

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Agent Williams: Matt? You still alive?

*Sharper shakes his head suddenly as he begins to speak.*

Sharper: Yeah my bad man, just reading Downfall's promo since I have had no time to watch it yet.

Agent Williams: Who the hell said anything about Downfall? Im talking about Deacon damnit!

Sharper: Well he is my opponent at the next Showdown, dude.

Agent Williams: I dont give a damn if he's your Mom or Dad. Im talking about Deacon Gabriel!

Sharper: Okay, good lord. Go on then.

Agent Williams: Do you even give a damn that you embarrassed the fuck out of yourself and that no body looks at you the same way anymore? Do you seriously not give a fuck because if you don't I can tell XWF to breach your contract.

Sharper: Of course I give a damn! If I could have picked if I were to win or lose that match I would of fuckin' won, Okay? Stop treating me like a god damn kid, I know how people look at me now and how much I embarrassed myself so stop repeating yourself. I lost to Deacon, yeah, so fuckin what.

Agent Williams: Okay Matty. Prove it. Tomorow, meet me at my house. It's time for business....night.

Sharper: Ni-

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Sharper: What nerve he's got.

*Matt hangs his phone up and throws it to the side. He turns back around to face his computer as he continues reading Downfall's promo.*

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*Sharper turns around in his chair with a grin on his face. He smiles and chuckles as he stands up. He takes his business suit jacket off and places it over his couch. He loosens up, getting comfortable as he begins to speak.*

Sharper: Wow.............

*Sharper stands there with his mouth open.....the smile then re appears on his face.*

Sharper: That's all I can say really after reading his promo.

*Matt walks over to his chair once more and sits down. He looks at the little blinking box at the bottom of his computer and clicks on it. It is an IM from Cgun22.*

Cgun22: Hey bro, whats up?

*Sharper gets his hands on the keyboard and begins to type.*

MattSharper: Not a damn thing, have you seen Downfall's promo?

Cgun22: Yeah it was on earlier, why?

MattSharper: Dude I just read it and it sucked ass. Was it really that bad?

Cgun22: It blowed monkeys. I watched 1/4 of it then I changed it...yeah it sucked so bad I actually got up, got the remote and changed it.

MattSharper: Lol! Well anyway man I'm gonna go, peace out.

Cgun22: Cya.

*Sharper signs off and gets up out of his chair. He turns to the camera and begins to talk.*

Sharper: Sorry about that. Had to get someone elses point of view on that one.

*Matt scratches his head.*

Sharper: Where do I begin?

*Sharper scratches his head some more.*

Sharper: Okay ummm....do I really resemble a cave man?

*Sharper chuckles and shakes his head.*

Sharper: Downfall if that's the best you have..then I feel sorry for you. What do a couple of jokes and insults get you? Do they help you in the ring? Do they protect you from me? No. Keep insulting and keep joking around because I couldn't care less. All your insults do is make me madder, hungrier, and more aggressive. Chopping your nuts off wont equal the amount of torture you will recieve at the next Showdown. If you even have any. You beat Feuer Angel, congratulations. I haven't seen that guy for over a month and I'll be damned if he's even still with the XWF. However it doesn't matter because at the next showdown I will be the one to add a loss to your record.

*Matt winks at the camera and proceeds to the door. He opens it and turns back to the camera.*

Sharper: See you around, rookie.

*Matt walks out and closes the door behind him.*

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