Post by Hollywood on Mar 14, 2010 14:07:19 GMT -6
==LATE SATURDAY NIGHT, 3/13/10==
It was the dead of night, when 1 AM became 2 AM, or 3 AM became 4 AM, however you choose to look at it. Off in the not too far distance you can see the stadium of a thousand names, Cowboys Stadium. To many, it's Jerry World. To thousands of listeners of a local radio station, it's the Death Star. For Matt Margera, however, it's where he plans on climbing the scaffold, grabbing the briefcase, and choosing the right time to cash in on a Texas Championship match. The camera panned back to show Matt Margera, decked out in jeans, a black leather trench coat with a black Iron Maiden T-shirt underneath. Somehow, Matt's been granted access to the Rangers Ballpark in Arlington. Standing out on the outdoor concourse area, located outside the upper deck, he looked out at Cowboys Stadium.
Trying to figure out how I got through the doors of the Temple? Let's just say I have some friends in high places.
Matt turned his attention to the camera as he began to walk down through the stadium, the camera man following in front of him.
In just two weeks time, five other men will be joining me in trying to punch their ticket to destiny. Some of them know what it's like to be at the time. Others are trying make it there for the first time to try and prove that they belong in this business. There's James Jackson, a man who calls himself "The Modern Day Hero" yet takes pride in being the most hated man in the state of Texas this side of Gen. Skandor Akbar, Ken Taylor, and the entire Bussey family, which makes it ironic that Jackson would talk about the fact that he doesn't like me. Jackson, you're not the first person to not like me, and I'm sure you won't be the last. But as we look throughout history, people who have tried to save others from themselves have never been liked too much, have they? Some people showed their "gratitude" by nailing one such man to a cross. Another man brought the USA back together as one, and what thanks did he get? A bullet to the back of his head. And most recently, we had a great leader that fought back against those that would terrorize this country and would want us to live in fear. What thanks does he get? He gets ridiculed by a bunch of lost sheep who only vote for someone because of their skin color, or because that person promises something they cannot deliver, or because they want to look cool, kinda like our next subject, Andy Lionheart.
Andy, I admire your guts for taking part in some of the most brutal and insane matches that this business has to offer. But Andy, you're doing it for all the wrong reasons. You want to "look cool" for those fans that you think cheer for you. Andy, they're not cheering for you. They're cheering because they're getting to see blood, and lots of it. Those fans are sick, sicker than the Jews that nailed their Savior to a cross. But Andy, it's not too late. You can do all this for the right reasons if you just realize that your way in this world is through Matt Margera.
Now we come to Versus Vince, who has insulted me for the last time. Vince, I gave you a chance. I opened the door for you to realize that your way in this world was through me. But you've slapped me in the face. Unlike another deity, I don't give you chance after chance after chance to save yourself. At WrestleStock II, before I climb the scaffold, I'll be sure to beat you within an inch of your life. While the others are beating each other to a pulp, I'll climb that scaffold, carrying your lifeless body over my shoulders. Once I get to the top, I'll stand myself up, putting your lifeless body high above my head, then toss you down all the way from the top of the scaffold to the end zone, burying you along with the ashes of Tex Schramm and "Bullet" Bob Hayes.
Someone who it's not too late for is Tyler Guevara. Tyler, just like Andy Lionheart, I like your style. And I like that you've opened up your eyes to the evils of this world. Hopefully you'll open your eyes even more to realize that your way in this world is through Matt Margera. But in the meantime, if it's you and me at the top of that scaffold, I'll be sure to give you a rough landing.
And lastly, Jack Clinton, a man consumed with rage, bitterness and jealousy. No matter what anybody accomplishes, it must be because someone sucked on someone else, right Jack? Wrong! Sure, there are some people that may try to get referees in their back pocket, or pay their opponents to lie down for them. But I've never been about that, and never will. If that were the case, the WRF, NAWA and GWX would all still be open for business because I would be the man putting the asses in seats, and Pennsylvania Championship Wrestling would still have me as their World Champion. But I refused to do any favors for anybody, and low and behold, this is where I am. Of course, that was before I had seen the light and realized that my mission was to save others from themselves. Had I had that epiphany sooner, then things would be a lot different right now.
Matt comes up to the escalator, which is not in operation as the doors of the Ballpark are essentially closed. Instead, he walks down the steps.
In approximately two weeks, my mission to save not only SNW, but Texas wrestling itself, will commence. Remember, your way in this perfect world is through Matt Margera.
With that, Matt walks off as the shot fades to black.
It was the dead of night, when 1 AM became 2 AM, or 3 AM became 4 AM, however you choose to look at it. Off in the not too far distance you can see the stadium of a thousand names, Cowboys Stadium. To many, it's Jerry World. To thousands of listeners of a local radio station, it's the Death Star. For Matt Margera, however, it's where he plans on climbing the scaffold, grabbing the briefcase, and choosing the right time to cash in on a Texas Championship match. The camera panned back to show Matt Margera, decked out in jeans, a black leather trench coat with a black Iron Maiden T-shirt underneath. Somehow, Matt's been granted access to the Rangers Ballpark in Arlington. Standing out on the outdoor concourse area, located outside the upper deck, he looked out at Cowboys Stadium.
Trying to figure out how I got through the doors of the Temple? Let's just say I have some friends in high places.
Matt turned his attention to the camera as he began to walk down through the stadium, the camera man following in front of him.
In just two weeks time, five other men will be joining me in trying to punch their ticket to destiny. Some of them know what it's like to be at the time. Others are trying make it there for the first time to try and prove that they belong in this business. There's James Jackson, a man who calls himself "The Modern Day Hero" yet takes pride in being the most hated man in the state of Texas this side of Gen. Skandor Akbar, Ken Taylor, and the entire Bussey family, which makes it ironic that Jackson would talk about the fact that he doesn't like me. Jackson, you're not the first person to not like me, and I'm sure you won't be the last. But as we look throughout history, people who have tried to save others from themselves have never been liked too much, have they? Some people showed their "gratitude" by nailing one such man to a cross. Another man brought the USA back together as one, and what thanks did he get? A bullet to the back of his head. And most recently, we had a great leader that fought back against those that would terrorize this country and would want us to live in fear. What thanks does he get? He gets ridiculed by a bunch of lost sheep who only vote for someone because of their skin color, or because that person promises something they cannot deliver, or because they want to look cool, kinda like our next subject, Andy Lionheart.
Andy, I admire your guts for taking part in some of the most brutal and insane matches that this business has to offer. But Andy, you're doing it for all the wrong reasons. You want to "look cool" for those fans that you think cheer for you. Andy, they're not cheering for you. They're cheering because they're getting to see blood, and lots of it. Those fans are sick, sicker than the Jews that nailed their Savior to a cross. But Andy, it's not too late. You can do all this for the right reasons if you just realize that your way in this world is through Matt Margera.
Now we come to Versus Vince, who has insulted me for the last time. Vince, I gave you a chance. I opened the door for you to realize that your way in this world was through me. But you've slapped me in the face. Unlike another deity, I don't give you chance after chance after chance to save yourself. At WrestleStock II, before I climb the scaffold, I'll be sure to beat you within an inch of your life. While the others are beating each other to a pulp, I'll climb that scaffold, carrying your lifeless body over my shoulders. Once I get to the top, I'll stand myself up, putting your lifeless body high above my head, then toss you down all the way from the top of the scaffold to the end zone, burying you along with the ashes of Tex Schramm and "Bullet" Bob Hayes.
Someone who it's not too late for is Tyler Guevara. Tyler, just like Andy Lionheart, I like your style. And I like that you've opened up your eyes to the evils of this world. Hopefully you'll open your eyes even more to realize that your way in this world is through Matt Margera. But in the meantime, if it's you and me at the top of that scaffold, I'll be sure to give you a rough landing.
And lastly, Jack Clinton, a man consumed with rage, bitterness and jealousy. No matter what anybody accomplishes, it must be because someone sucked on someone else, right Jack? Wrong! Sure, there are some people that may try to get referees in their back pocket, or pay their opponents to lie down for them. But I've never been about that, and never will. If that were the case, the WRF, NAWA and GWX would all still be open for business because I would be the man putting the asses in seats, and Pennsylvania Championship Wrestling would still have me as their World Champion. But I refused to do any favors for anybody, and low and behold, this is where I am. Of course, that was before I had seen the light and realized that my mission was to save others from themselves. Had I had that epiphany sooner, then things would be a lot different right now.
Matt comes up to the escalator, which is not in operation as the doors of the Ballpark are essentially closed. Instead, he walks down the steps.
In approximately two weeks, my mission to save not only SNW, but Texas wrestling itself, will commence. Remember, your way in this perfect world is through Matt Margera.
With that, Matt walks off as the shot fades to black.
