It's Time To Rise Up [WAR]

[TheMatlock]

It started off , but now it has cooled. What am I referring to? My comeback to SEF, that's what. Coming in and taking the Franchise Championship that was discarded, and then battling against The Ressurector, I was on my way up. The match we had back at Wrestle X was something to behold. But the last several weeks? Well, I lost to Eric Callahan and Takadickweed, two fools who came into SEF thinking they could handle the competition and they left as quickly. But you know what, that's fine. Every dog has their day, and even idiots have a moment in the sun. However it's now time for those dogs to be put down and those idiots to be taken back to school. WAR couldn't be a better name for what's to come this Wednesday night, and yours truly will enter back into contention for the SEF World Heavyweight Championship; the only championship that really matters, and the one thing that has eluded me for so long. Nine other men stand in my way, and nine other men are going to go over the top rope and land on their ass and see their dream taken from them. It's time for me to rise up, and for you all to fall.



In the backstage area of the Nutter Center, the place where everyone resides prior to showtime. We all prepare for our matches individually, in our own way, in our locker rooms. Each one of us knows what is at stake tonight, as the winner gets to face off against either Torres or the Ressurector for the title. Plus, it's over the top rope, meaning that with one wrong move anyone can end up winning. Despite all that, I'm confident in my chances, with only Xanthus and the chick known as Jenom really giving me anything to worry about.

The cameras were rolling when they came into the room. I was prepared to fight, in my usual jeans and muscle shirt. I figure I'd give everyone some words to consider before the big match.

So tonight, ten people get a golden opportunity to become the next challenger for the SEF Championship. Ten get a chance at competing for one of the only championships that's been in existence for ten years, across hundreds of shows, and mutliple television networks. But out of all of this, only myself and Xanthus know what it is like to be at the top, to have ascended to glory and taken the brass ring. Although technically according to the record books, I never was SEF Champion, despite being proclaimed as such. No matter. That's why I came back. That's why after all my time away I came back to SEF. I came to finish what I started. I didn't want to be chasing the damned United States Championshp like the last time I was here. Been there, done that. No, that championship Nick Torres has been holding for six months is what I'm here for. That's what is driving me, and that is my sole focus.

This match is filled with hopefuls, but none who really will be able to pull it off. I mean, Horrible Harold is in this match. Harold, buddy, I know you've busted your ass for years, I know you're excited over this, but the chances of you winning this match are non-existant. There's no odds for you winning at all. I mean would it be something killer, to see the old man make a run for the top? For some, yes. But if it would come at my expense then it's not going to occur. Then of course, how can we forget the Jericho brothers? One has to admire the heart you boys have. Every week you two come in, knowing the odds are against you, knowing, deep down inside, you have absolutely no chance of winning and no chance of living up to the name of Jericho, but still you press on. While I admire that, the fact is that the two of you together couldn't beat me, and in a field of seven others where you're both against each other? Come on, you know yourselves that you won't be able to pull it off.

I take a moment and laugh at both the Jerichos and Harold, basically having pity on them.

Some of the others in this match aren't much better. Jason Stratus as an example. While he's better then both of the Jericho's combined, he still isn't that far above them. You might be able to thrive on pressure and you can dig down deep, but how far are you willing to dig? I've got close to nine years off and on of being in SEF without the title, despite numerous chances. You can't dig down as far as I can Jason; you don't have it in you. A bit like Micheal Moretti, another guy who tries as hard as he can, but can't pull it off. Mike, you may have been trained by Viper, but you don't have his pure unadulterated skill. Sorry kid.

That takes me to John Carter. An unabashed weed smoker in the vain of Mack himself. It's good you have the passion to fight everyone in your way, and the fact that you're taking this so seriously you decided not to take a hit off your joint. You can fight to the very end of the match, and who knows, maybe you will be one of the two left at the end. But you're smart John. You never said you would win the match. You know that you're gonna get to the end, and lose, and you are, of course, going to lose to me. Would you be a good champion? It's hard to say. Maybe someday you will. But not today. Not with me in the hunt.

Now, onto the ladies in the match. First, Taylor Andrews. Cute girl. The former ring announcer and timekeeper who decided to mix it up with the boys. Who knows what state you'll be in come the battle royal girl, since you have that big title defence and you don't even know who your opponent is. The fact that you are the only double champion in t the company right now speaks volumes. But that's fine. Keep your I-Con title and the Hardcore title, because the Heavyweight strap is all that matters to me. You might aspire to be the 'golden gal', but honestly, you should get used to being simply the "Silver Slut"! Ha ha ha!

Oh, and of course, we can't forget this chick Jenom. Weird name, eh? You've been off and on in SEF for a long time girl, a bit like me in that way. But all you're really known for is banging Xanthus. You've been fighting and fighting, and can't seem to get to the same heights as your boyfriend. But what you need to understand is that you're stepping right into the lion's den, and deep into the thick pack of superstars who want nothing more then what you want, and that's the title. I've seen you and I know you're trouble. Just a fair warning that you're in deep shit if you attempt to keep me from what is mine.

I stop now, finally after all that damned talking! Only one men left to address; the only other man considered a a good chance to win this baby; Xanthus.

Xanthus. What is there to say? You and I, up and down the road together over the years. I've beaten you, you've beaten me, the cycle goes on and continues. You're looking to claim your second title nearly ten years after your first one. Me, well I'm looking to claim that title finally, after all this time, the championship that was supposedly mine but taken away because a different belt was used. Out of everyone in this match, you are the man to beat. I know the fans would kill to see the original gangster against Nick Torres. No one wants to see Matlock challenge for the championship. But the fact is, I can feel the electricity in the air. I believe it is the appointed time; time for me to take what is rightfully mine! Good luck X, but remember this. I am SEF's Uncrowned King, but soon, I will have my crown, and I will have championship, and not you or these other eight fools will stop me!
With the middle finger flying in the air, we fade out.[/font]