*The sounds of rain trickling grows louder and louder as the scene fades in*

*The camera is focused on a chair that is positioned facing a window.*

XWF Crew: Were ready for you Sharper.

*Non other than Matt Sharper walks through the door. He sits down on the chair and pulls the hood from his hoodie over his head. He looks nothing, but focused.*

*Sharper remains seated and doesn't say a word.*

XWF Crew: It's rolling, Matt. Go on...

Sharper: Ill continue when I'm fuckin' ready, okay?

XWF Crew: Alright..

*---------------Few moments pass by.---------------------*

Sharper: In a couple of days..I, Matt Sharper, face non other than Downfall in probably the biggest match of my career. This match determines a lot. If I lose I will never see any type of title shot soon or ever. Hell I probably wont get a match for a long, long time. Then on the other side if I do win, it will probably make my career. Winning will not only earn some respect from the fellow XWF superstars, but bump me up another notch in line for the world title shot.

*Sharper scratches his chin and gazes out the window for a bit. Lightning is heard outside as the rain gets heavier.*

Sharper: Me and Downfall have what you people would call "bad blood." I clearly hate him, he clearly hates me. I might have some respect for the guy if he didn't come into this place thinking he owned it. Downfall I have to admit you made quite an impact when you came into the XWF, but seriously, your old news. Your like expired milk, no one likes you or wants you anymore. Go join Jones, Crookz, and whoever the hell else at their part time job at the local Burger King and flip some burgers.

Sharper: Dont like flipping burgers? Then join Paralysis and go pump some gas. You get the point yet? Your not wanted in the XWF.

*Sharper pulls a pack of cigarettes out. He opens it and takes a cigarette out. He lights it and takes a drag. He stares out the window, collecting his thoughts.*

Sharper: Honestly, if you asked me today if you thought Id have a chance against Kincaid in a match, id probably say yes. You see im nothing but confident coming off my win against Falkenyork. Beating Chris inserted fear into each competitor this fed has. Now if you ask me how Id do against Kincaid in a video game tournament or whatever else, id probably get my ass kicked.

Sharper: You see what this fuckin' feds come to? It has a video game geek as the fucking champion. A idiot who sells his body on the weekend as not only dual, but also iron man champion, and some other morons as tag. Now theres a fine line between a cool world champion and a gay one. Let's start off with cool. To name a few, the beer drinking rattlesnake, Stone Cold. I loved watching him wrestle growing up, was always one of my favorites. Stomped mudholes in anybody who disagreed with him or pissed him off and always got away with it. Let's talk about the dumbest champions ever. The current one, John Cena. Isnt shit without a belt. Isnt anywhere near being a thug, and honestly believes he's black. Booker T or King Booker whatever the fuck you wanna call him. Has to be the gayest gimmick ive seen in my whole life and thats why you dont see the belt around his waist.

Sharper: You see all of our current champions here in the XWF have one or more charecteristics that some of those I listed have.

*Sharper takes a long drag before speaking again.*

Sharper: Have I gotten way off topic or what?

Sharper: Downfall, simply put. You got lucky the first time. Hell you didn't even beat me fairly, but still won. Yeah, whatever. This time is a different story and different Matt Sharper your facing. This time around Im taking no mercy and im headin' in for the kill.

*Matt leans his face on the window and smiles evily. He turns back to the camera again.*

Sharper: Like Vincent's song goes...youve got no chance in hell!

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