Post by TheSituation on Apr 12, 2020 13:26:18 GMT -5
Mike “The Situation” Matthews is sat on a production box, kicking his legs. He’s still sweating his ass off from his match at Metal. He has a white towel around his neck, wiping his face off every minute.
“Monday night Metal has been and gone. Well it ain’t, they’re still out there, but my night is over. The Sitch has been taken to his limits but I can’t be disappointed. Mr Jones-y Jones is a legend in this industry. He is the bossman. I meant no disrespect last week. I had to throw shade to hype myself up, get in the zone. Smithy knows that. He knows there's no disrespect here. Now it’s said and done I put some respect on his name. Win or lose i would have sung his praises. I look up to the man. He might feel directionless, but to me, that goddamn hunk of man is still my champion. He’s the boss. And on night two of my career I took on the boss. I’m not disappointed. I’m proud I brought it to Smithy. Hell, hit a damn milestone tonight, I got put through the announcer's table. You’re not a badass until you’ve been put through the announcer's table.
Anyway my home dogs around the world want to know what's up. The Sitch is on the rebound. And do I have an exclusive update for you. Got backstage a minute ago and the road agent looks me in the eye. ‘You wonna quite son?’ DAMN Hell no. I may have lost but Smithy putting me through a table is the happiest moment of my life. I’mma rebound, you know it. Who i got next?! The roadie is pushing me. I took on the legend, now, the champion. So you heard it here first. The Sitch is taking on the big man himself Alpha World Champion Damon Warrens. Non title of course. Which ain’t a problem, im one for one right now so i don’t expect handouts. But next Monday the Sitch gets challenged again. Another architect. Another master of the game.”
“Hey Sitch the delivery is just coming off the truck!”
He throws a thumbs up to acknowledge a backstage guy.
“So, boys and girls, let me tell you the situation. I DON’T RESPECT Damon Warrens like I do Smithy. I’m not gonna be playful with his name. I’m not going to play around with this match. I think they may have been a part of me that didn’t want to beat Smithy. I mean who in this world wants to beat down one of their heros. But Warrens? Na, I’m turning up to lay that bitch out. No respect, no love, no hesitation. Damon, I’m turning up to put you in the ground.”
“Sitch c’mon man.”
“Be right there. So You know what i did Warrens. I went to go meet with Smithy and get some advice. I guess water is thicker than blood, he gave me nothing useful. He did thank me for the match and wished me good luck. I’mma ram that luck down your throat Warrens. Whoa, sorry, I'm gettin heated. So Smithy got bigger and better things to do than take a rookie under his wing. That’s fair, he’s chasing glory, I get it, it’s cool. But as i was already on a walk i thought i’d stop in and get acquainted with some of the resident Alpha cast. See whos cruisin for a bruisen. Or who can give me some solid advice.
Next locker room along belonged to the Bloodline. Something fishy about Bloodline and the Architects being neighbors, but i’m new here what do i know… Long story short those Bloodline cats are not cool. They tossed me out quicker than you can say ‘flatline’. Any friendship with them is definitely dead. Whatever, they’re a bore anyway. So I checked in with Flop. He was alone with a goat. NOPE. I don’t want anything to do with that.
The Cowgirls From Hell were backstage too, and let’s just say i don’t think they're massive fans of big chocolate. That’s cool not everyone loves it big and black. I know I certainly love my chocolate white and round. MILKY WAY buttons Booiis! So they were more concerned with the architects than me, I know when a girl is not interested, they’re taken. I sat with Breezy for a minute, when I walked away I realised he gave me no advice. We just chatted basketball for half hour. When couldn’t come to terms on the Bulls being the best. Which means we can’t be friends. Na I joke he’s stand up. After that I found El Muertos praying to an upside down crucifix right in the middle of the hallway. That’s also a big no from the big man. I ran past him.
So I didn’t get any good advice. And that’s fine. I don’t need advice cause i've already got the man scouted. Warrens is a punk. I’ll tell you why. He’s got an ego. Smithy stepped in the ring with me and respected the damage I could deliver. He fought a clever game and nailed a game plan HE PUT IN PLACE! Of course I can't bring it to such a legend when he’s hot like that. But Warrens is a punk. He underestimates me! He’s got an ego. I can tell you right now, remember fans i keep it 100, I won’t lie to you. Smithy is the type of guy to chase up indy tapes to do his homework on me. I bet my house Warrens doesn’t know what indies I worked on. He’s not got a gameplan, he’s not done his homework. And that’s gonna cause him some black eyes. He thinks he is better than me. Hell, he probably is. He has got that shiny belt after all. But Warrens won’t sit on top of the mountain for very long if he doesn’t take his opponents seriously.
I mean if Warrens truly thought he was better than the Sitch then the championship would be up for grabs. Either Warrens or management are scared I'm the underdog with a real bite. And that’s because I am. I bite hard bro. I’m not bitter tho, I don't care if this is a championship match or not. I’m way at the back of the queue and I got to earn my way up front. See i’m a chill guy, and play this life right. I don’t cut corners or spit in the bosses face. I’m not about that life. But you are Warrens aren’t you? You’ll do whatever it takes because you're untouchable, high and mighty. You think the world owes you a favour because you’re better than the rest of us. Well the world asked me a favour, to kick your teeth in boy! And the big man loves to do his friends a favour. Get yo dentist on speed dial bitch!”
‘Yo! Big man seriously get out here!”
The Sitch jumps off the production box and heads out of the parking lot.
“Warrens, I wake up everyday, most of them hungover, but no matter what I get to work. I train, I fricken piss sweat. I train harder than you. I learn. I ask for help from those around me. Turns out most of the roster around here are freaks. So I'm turning to something else.”
In the parking lot several work men are off loading heavy bags and speed bags on to the concrete. The Sitch’s crew are loading them into a pickup truck. As big man steps out three of his boys throw a heavy bag. Situation catches it and spine busters the heavy bag to the floor like it weighed nothing.
“Yeeaa, boys. Welcome to the big leagues! Alpha pays well. Two matches done and we gettin a gym built at home. Warrens, i’ve worked every day to get to this spot. Now i’m on top of the card waaay sooner than anyone, even momma, thought i’d be. I’m not going to waste a second of this push. I’m not crashing this damn rocket they’ve put up my arse. Warrens you might be the best there is. But you haven’t met me yet! I’m the hungry underdog, I bite hard boi!”
“With a equipment like this who needs those idiots in there.”
“He’s right. I’m something different Warrens. 300 pounds of something different. I’m turning up, I'm bringing the smoke. Boy, get to your ass to a gym and work your shit out, every day! There's seven of them until we meet face to face. Make’em count. Otherwise, I'll walk in the underdog and walk out your nitemare. And your situation? Will be embarrassment.”
“Monday night Metal has been and gone. Well it ain’t, they’re still out there, but my night is over. The Sitch has been taken to his limits but I can’t be disappointed. Mr Jones-y Jones is a legend in this industry. He is the bossman. I meant no disrespect last week. I had to throw shade to hype myself up, get in the zone. Smithy knows that. He knows there's no disrespect here. Now it’s said and done I put some respect on his name. Win or lose i would have sung his praises. I look up to the man. He might feel directionless, but to me, that goddamn hunk of man is still my champion. He’s the boss. And on night two of my career I took on the boss. I’m not disappointed. I’m proud I brought it to Smithy. Hell, hit a damn milestone tonight, I got put through the announcer's table. You’re not a badass until you’ve been put through the announcer's table.
Anyway my home dogs around the world want to know what's up. The Sitch is on the rebound. And do I have an exclusive update for you. Got backstage a minute ago and the road agent looks me in the eye. ‘You wonna quite son?’ DAMN Hell no. I may have lost but Smithy putting me through a table is the happiest moment of my life. I’mma rebound, you know it. Who i got next?! The roadie is pushing me. I took on the legend, now, the champion. So you heard it here first. The Sitch is taking on the big man himself Alpha World Champion Damon Warrens. Non title of course. Which ain’t a problem, im one for one right now so i don’t expect handouts. But next Monday the Sitch gets challenged again. Another architect. Another master of the game.”
“Hey Sitch the delivery is just coming off the truck!”
He throws a thumbs up to acknowledge a backstage guy.
“So, boys and girls, let me tell you the situation. I DON’T RESPECT Damon Warrens like I do Smithy. I’m not gonna be playful with his name. I’m not going to play around with this match. I think they may have been a part of me that didn’t want to beat Smithy. I mean who in this world wants to beat down one of their heros. But Warrens? Na, I’m turning up to lay that bitch out. No respect, no love, no hesitation. Damon, I’m turning up to put you in the ground.”
“Sitch c’mon man.”
“Be right there. So You know what i did Warrens. I went to go meet with Smithy and get some advice. I guess water is thicker than blood, he gave me nothing useful. He did thank me for the match and wished me good luck. I’mma ram that luck down your throat Warrens. Whoa, sorry, I'm gettin heated. So Smithy got bigger and better things to do than take a rookie under his wing. That’s fair, he’s chasing glory, I get it, it’s cool. But as i was already on a walk i thought i’d stop in and get acquainted with some of the resident Alpha cast. See whos cruisin for a bruisen. Or who can give me some solid advice.
Next locker room along belonged to the Bloodline. Something fishy about Bloodline and the Architects being neighbors, but i’m new here what do i know… Long story short those Bloodline cats are not cool. They tossed me out quicker than you can say ‘flatline’. Any friendship with them is definitely dead. Whatever, they’re a bore anyway. So I checked in with Flop. He was alone with a goat. NOPE. I don’t want anything to do with that.
The Cowgirls From Hell were backstage too, and let’s just say i don’t think they're massive fans of big chocolate. That’s cool not everyone loves it big and black. I know I certainly love my chocolate white and round. MILKY WAY buttons Booiis! So they were more concerned with the architects than me, I know when a girl is not interested, they’re taken. I sat with Breezy for a minute, when I walked away I realised he gave me no advice. We just chatted basketball for half hour. When couldn’t come to terms on the Bulls being the best. Which means we can’t be friends. Na I joke he’s stand up. After that I found El Muertos praying to an upside down crucifix right in the middle of the hallway. That’s also a big no from the big man. I ran past him.
So I didn’t get any good advice. And that’s fine. I don’t need advice cause i've already got the man scouted. Warrens is a punk. I’ll tell you why. He’s got an ego. Smithy stepped in the ring with me and respected the damage I could deliver. He fought a clever game and nailed a game plan HE PUT IN PLACE! Of course I can't bring it to such a legend when he’s hot like that. But Warrens is a punk. He underestimates me! He’s got an ego. I can tell you right now, remember fans i keep it 100, I won’t lie to you. Smithy is the type of guy to chase up indy tapes to do his homework on me. I bet my house Warrens doesn’t know what indies I worked on. He’s not got a gameplan, he’s not done his homework. And that’s gonna cause him some black eyes. He thinks he is better than me. Hell, he probably is. He has got that shiny belt after all. But Warrens won’t sit on top of the mountain for very long if he doesn’t take his opponents seriously.
I mean if Warrens truly thought he was better than the Sitch then the championship would be up for grabs. Either Warrens or management are scared I'm the underdog with a real bite. And that’s because I am. I bite hard bro. I’m not bitter tho, I don't care if this is a championship match or not. I’m way at the back of the queue and I got to earn my way up front. See i’m a chill guy, and play this life right. I don’t cut corners or spit in the bosses face. I’m not about that life. But you are Warrens aren’t you? You’ll do whatever it takes because you're untouchable, high and mighty. You think the world owes you a favour because you’re better than the rest of us. Well the world asked me a favour, to kick your teeth in boy! And the big man loves to do his friends a favour. Get yo dentist on speed dial bitch!”
‘Yo! Big man seriously get out here!”
The Sitch jumps off the production box and heads out of the parking lot.
“Warrens, I wake up everyday, most of them hungover, but no matter what I get to work. I train, I fricken piss sweat. I train harder than you. I learn. I ask for help from those around me. Turns out most of the roster around here are freaks. So I'm turning to something else.”
In the parking lot several work men are off loading heavy bags and speed bags on to the concrete. The Sitch’s crew are loading them into a pickup truck. As big man steps out three of his boys throw a heavy bag. Situation catches it and spine busters the heavy bag to the floor like it weighed nothing.
“Yeeaa, boys. Welcome to the big leagues! Alpha pays well. Two matches done and we gettin a gym built at home. Warrens, i’ve worked every day to get to this spot. Now i’m on top of the card waaay sooner than anyone, even momma, thought i’d be. I’m not going to waste a second of this push. I’m not crashing this damn rocket they’ve put up my arse. Warrens you might be the best there is. But you haven’t met me yet! I’m the hungry underdog, I bite hard boi!”
“With a equipment like this who needs those idiots in there.”
“He’s right. I’m something different Warrens. 300 pounds of something different. I’m turning up, I'm bringing the smoke. Boy, get to your ass to a gym and work your shit out, every day! There's seven of them until we meet face to face. Make’em count. Otherwise, I'll walk in the underdog and walk out your nitemare. And your situation? Will be embarrassment.”
