Post by Deleted on Feb 20, 2015 21:16:29 GMT -6
Fuck yes for waking up feeling like a million damn bucks because yours truly won his return match at Tension in Texas against a guy who has been around for as long as anyone can remember. Now, of course some people are going to be dick heads and say shit like "Oh Dravaka is about to turn into dust anyways so it's not an impressive win." or "Hey man, that's like whooping your great grandpa's ass." and that's perfectly fine with me. Fuck all of them anyways. Those kinds of people will always have something to say. Like for example, if I win the Battle 4 Chicago match, which should be called the "NEW's Tour of the Sears Tower" match by the way, people are most definitely going to make the comment that it wasn't an actual wrestling match and that is fine by me. Go for it. Say what you want just as long as it is me in the main event of Demented going after the most prestigious championship in wrestling today and showing the world that Matt Haven should be mentioned with the top names in NEW.
Hell, the best thing that PsYcho ever taught me was that a good, smart wrestler always should do their homework and study their opponent or opponents for their next match. Due to the fact that the winner must escape the Sears Tower to claim the title shot, you best believe that I've been checking out some YouTube videos on how to run through obstacles the fastest way possible, like parkour or whatever that shit is called. Also, the wrestler biographies on the NEW website have been a great help besides the fact that Vastrix seems to not even have a bio up... Weird?
Anyways, looking at the list of competitors in this match it becomes clear that the only one with a World title reign under his belt is the former champ, Roger Wright and somehow I can't help but to think that this match was set up by management expecting a Roger Wright victory because he is the only proven main eventer in the damn match. Honestly, it would be good for business though and probably sell the most tickets as it would set up a rematch between him and Blair if she retains at Ignite 200, but that is not okay with me and should not sit well with everyone else in the match too. However, I doubt that any of them even noticed that. It's a shame. Maybe they'll make up some bullshit controversy if someone other than Roger wins, who knows. Eh, it's whatever. It feels like I have to go against the machine so to speak. The fans wouldn't give a shit about me main eventing a pay-per-view. Oh fucking well.
Seriously though, this is a big opportunity for me and my career. This match alone could catapault me into stardom with NEW. The ghost of my father made it clear to me that I do indeed have what it takes to make it here in NEW. His words are still stuck inside my head and they are definitely not leaving.
My phone vibrates on the nightstand by the side of my bed and immediately my hand reaches over to pick it up. This shit is like instinct now. Everyone is on their phones 24/7 now. Shit is crazy, but I'm just as guilty as the next person. Oh, I forgot. Valentine's Day happened and it was almost the same as every other V-day in the wonderful life of Matt Haven, just the same old deal like watching movies by myself and stuff. Anyways, yeah Valentine's Day was uneventful like the last and that was perfectly fine with me. The holiday is a poor excuse for one in my opinion, but maybe that's just me being bitter as hell? Who cares.
Looking at my phone, the number that pops up on the screen is way too familiar even though it wasn't saved. This number is a number that I've dialed way too many times when I was younger. This number is a number that I've should of had blocked.
The text message read...
"Hey Matt, I'm not sure if you still have my number saved or not, but it's Alyssa. I just wanted to let you know that I hope you're doing good and maybe, just maybeeee, we could meet up or something? Anyways, I hope you have a great day. I really do. Love ya."
...............................................MAN WHAT THE HELL
Maybe my eyes are screwing with me just like I thought they was when my dad showed up in my apartment. Nah. It's really from her number. I could recognize that number ten years from now. She was my first love. God, why did she have to send that text? Why couldn't she just let me be once and for all? She always is trying to find some way back into my life and it keeps getting harder and harder to say no. My mind is racing trying to find the answer to this when I should be focused on the task at hand when Ignite 200 comes. Hell, I still have to get my plane ticket for the damn show.
Finally, I'm beginning to get out of bed and start my routine. The whole time I'm doing this, Alyssa is still on my mind. Damn. Do I call her? Should I? Damn. Damn. Damn. Haven, get it together. She's a hoe and we shouldn't love these hoes, but no... We know you love her... BUT STILL. GET IT TOGETHER, HAVEN. My conscience is going crazy right now.
My phone vibrates again as it is sitting on my bathroom counter and it looks to be the same number popping up on my screen.
"Matt, your read receipts are turned on by the way if you didn't notice..."
Oops.
She obviously knows I'm trying to ignore her. Don't cave in, Matt...
"Yeah, sorry, I'm busy at the moment." and send. Really? Not even thirty seconds after the message she sent, you cave in. C'mon Matt. My conscience doesn't approve while I go back to brushing my teeth.
Another vibration sounded off on my bathroom counter and the text read...
"It's okay, want me to text you later?" Uh, yeah.
"Yeah sounds cool."
Putting down my phone again on the counter, it seems like my reflection in the mirror is literally looking at me with a different expression than I'm showing on my face. What's up with all this weird shit that's been happening to me lately?
"What the hell are you doing, you dumb fuck?" Okay, now it's getting weirder. Rubbing my eyes to make sure that this is real, my reflection keeps talking to me.
"Matt, I swear to God that I'll come through this glass right fucking now if you even think about meeting up with her. Are you out of your damn mind?" Yes, I probably am considering the fact that Alyssa is the ex that cheated on me with PsYcho in the past and ruined my first stint with NEW. So, why would someone try to meet up with such a backstabbing hoe that caused him so much pain within himself? No clue. It just happens.
"You know if you grow through with this, the same thing will happen like it always does. She'll hurt you and do you really want that going on as you try to breathe life back into your career? I mean like really, man? Think for a second instead of acting on your hopeless instinct!" This is like that Michael Jackson song called Man in the Mirror but instead it's my reflection telling me to change. Goodness, my life is a mess.
Debating whether or not I should speak back to my reflection after his angry rant at me, I rinse with mouth wash and just leave the room while turning off the lights. Today is going to be a long day...
Hell, the best thing that PsYcho ever taught me was that a good, smart wrestler always should do their homework and study their opponent or opponents for their next match. Due to the fact that the winner must escape the Sears Tower to claim the title shot, you best believe that I've been checking out some YouTube videos on how to run through obstacles the fastest way possible, like parkour or whatever that shit is called. Also, the wrestler biographies on the NEW website have been a great help besides the fact that Vastrix seems to not even have a bio up... Weird?
Anyways, looking at the list of competitors in this match it becomes clear that the only one with a World title reign under his belt is the former champ, Roger Wright and somehow I can't help but to think that this match was set up by management expecting a Roger Wright victory because he is the only proven main eventer in the damn match. Honestly, it would be good for business though and probably sell the most tickets as it would set up a rematch between him and Blair if she retains at Ignite 200, but that is not okay with me and should not sit well with everyone else in the match too. However, I doubt that any of them even noticed that. It's a shame. Maybe they'll make up some bullshit controversy if someone other than Roger wins, who knows. Eh, it's whatever. It feels like I have to go against the machine so to speak. The fans wouldn't give a shit about me main eventing a pay-per-view. Oh fucking well.
Seriously though, this is a big opportunity for me and my career. This match alone could catapault me into stardom with NEW. The ghost of my father made it clear to me that I do indeed have what it takes to make it here in NEW. His words are still stuck inside my head and they are definitely not leaving.
My phone vibrates on the nightstand by the side of my bed and immediately my hand reaches over to pick it up. This shit is like instinct now. Everyone is on their phones 24/7 now. Shit is crazy, but I'm just as guilty as the next person. Oh, I forgot. Valentine's Day happened and it was almost the same as every other V-day in the wonderful life of Matt Haven, just the same old deal like watching movies by myself and stuff. Anyways, yeah Valentine's Day was uneventful like the last and that was perfectly fine with me. The holiday is a poor excuse for one in my opinion, but maybe that's just me being bitter as hell? Who cares.
Looking at my phone, the number that pops up on the screen is way too familiar even though it wasn't saved. This number is a number that I've dialed way too many times when I was younger. This number is a number that I've should of had blocked.
The text message read...
"Hey Matt, I'm not sure if you still have my number saved or not, but it's Alyssa. I just wanted to let you know that I hope you're doing good and maybe, just maybeeee, we could meet up or something? Anyways, I hope you have a great day. I really do. Love ya."
...............................................MAN WHAT THE HELL
Maybe my eyes are screwing with me just like I thought they was when my dad showed up in my apartment. Nah. It's really from her number. I could recognize that number ten years from now. She was my first love. God, why did she have to send that text? Why couldn't she just let me be once and for all? She always is trying to find some way back into my life and it keeps getting harder and harder to say no. My mind is racing trying to find the answer to this when I should be focused on the task at hand when Ignite 200 comes. Hell, I still have to get my plane ticket for the damn show.
Finally, I'm beginning to get out of bed and start my routine. The whole time I'm doing this, Alyssa is still on my mind. Damn. Do I call her? Should I? Damn. Damn. Damn. Haven, get it together. She's a hoe and we shouldn't love these hoes, but no... We know you love her... BUT STILL. GET IT TOGETHER, HAVEN. My conscience is going crazy right now.
My phone vibrates again as it is sitting on my bathroom counter and it looks to be the same number popping up on my screen.
"Matt, your read receipts are turned on by the way if you didn't notice..."
Oops.
She obviously knows I'm trying to ignore her. Don't cave in, Matt...
"Yeah, sorry, I'm busy at the moment." and send. Really? Not even thirty seconds after the message she sent, you cave in. C'mon Matt. My conscience doesn't approve while I go back to brushing my teeth.
Another vibration sounded off on my bathroom counter and the text read...
"It's okay, want me to text you later?" Uh, yeah.
"Yeah sounds cool."
Putting down my phone again on the counter, it seems like my reflection in the mirror is literally looking at me with a different expression than I'm showing on my face. What's up with all this weird shit that's been happening to me lately?
"What the hell are you doing, you dumb fuck?" Okay, now it's getting weirder. Rubbing my eyes to make sure that this is real, my reflection keeps talking to me.
"Matt, I swear to God that I'll come through this glass right fucking now if you even think about meeting up with her. Are you out of your damn mind?" Yes, I probably am considering the fact that Alyssa is the ex that cheated on me with PsYcho in the past and ruined my first stint with NEW. So, why would someone try to meet up with such a backstabbing hoe that caused him so much pain within himself? No clue. It just happens.
"You know if you grow through with this, the same thing will happen like it always does. She'll hurt you and do you really want that going on as you try to breathe life back into your career? I mean like really, man? Think for a second instead of acting on your hopeless instinct!" This is like that Michael Jackson song called Man in the Mirror but instead it's my reflection telling me to change. Goodness, my life is a mess.
Debating whether or not I should speak back to my reflection after his angry rant at me, I rinse with mouth wash and just leave the room while turning off the lights. Today is going to be a long day...