A good Defense beats a good offense any day Chuck

..:: Frank Hart ::..
Cain Alexander….

Excuse me who is this? And why should I care what he thinks?

Listen Chuck, you can keep digging for whatever piece of hope you can find. Go un-dig some more JWF has beens, go ask for feedback of people who don’t matter. They can’t help you inside the ring. There not going to wrestle the match for you. There not going to send you to the shrink because of your manic episodes. What is that any ways? Trying out for the Asylum? You wanna talk about unoriginality and reparative, ask your self how many dark personalities do we have in NLWF, then look at the sway of your gimmick.

The need to display yourself as a sinner, as a mindless soul being taken over by a greater darkness listing to voices.

You call that a gimmick, I call it a mental disorder Chuck.

People like you, and to some extent US, can’t simply walk around saying exactly what we think, we’d be lynched or at least thrown in a cell. Your appearance, both in style and substance, means so much for you.

This superficial life depends on you being a success otherwise nobody would give a shit whether you were a sinner or a saint. Yet again this reality is so easy to break. All I have to do is pin you for a three count on Saturday and you will lose the No Limit Title, you will lose the one sign of your greatness and you will be nothing anymore.

What about this new angle of your attack, your clams of me being reparative. I guess I am starting to sound a little bit reparative. But If that’s how you interrupt me, then what does that say about you Chuck? In all my work this week, I‘ve done nothing but play a good defense. I‘ve done nothing but counter attack everything you‘ve said to me. So if I‘m reparative then I believe the same can be said about you.

Remember how I called you a walking contradiction earlier in the week? Let me explain, shall I? You come out with your little video and tell the world that you’ve heard the same thing from me this week and that I‘m starting to repeat myself. You tell everyone that I’m boring and mundane and that I say the same shit over and over again. Tell me, Chuck, how many times have you said that? Tell me, how many times you’ve proven me wrong?

You are a fucking contradiction.

Your also running out of things to say. I believe it’s a little of both. I mean it’s had to happen. You could only say so much about a fella you hate. I know I’ve spent a good part of the week banging my head against a wall.

But I never recycled. Never Had to. Unlike you Chuck

Besides repeating yourself, you contradicted yourself. You can sit there and say I attack people’s self esteemed and Ill admit I do, you wanna know why? Because it works. Look at what it has done to you Chuck, your soul searching, Your trying to find that edge, looking at Cyrus for some sort of kick in the balls.

I broke you Chuck, I’ve broken your spirit, You’re down and out my friend. The Hall of Fame match hasn’t even begun and your already defeated.

You‘ve been gasping for air since round one. You’ve been hyping Cyrus when you should have planned a better attack.

All week…The same points…The same name…

Johnny Styles against Brenton Cyrus. Johnny was the JWF legend. Brenton was new to wrestling. Everyone thought Styles had Brenton beat hands down. But that wasn't the case, was it? Brenton Cyrus won the match, despite all the odds stacked against him. And you know something else? Every single time Cyrus fights Styles, Brenton wins. You're the Johnny Styles here, Frank. Don't take it as a compliment. Because I'm the Brenton Cyrus of this fight. It doesn't matter how badly you want to beat me. It doesn't matter if you get a rematch later, or even two rematches. I'm better than you. I always will be better than you. And I will always beat you. End of story.

He made Brenton Cyrus defend both his titles in one night.

Let's talk about that. Brenton Cyrus and I are the current Universal Tag Team champions. Thanks to us, the World Tag Team titles are now defunct. We have held the titles for thirty-seven days. We have defended the titles twice. Not only are we the second longest reigning team in history, we've also taken away the favorite excuse of everyone that can't measure up: 'You just win the title and hold it.' I believe in active champions, Frank. I don't just win a title and sit. I defend it wherever and whenever Carmine tells me to. I don't complain. I don't back out. I fight. And I win. You made a bold claim when you said Brenton Cyrus carried me to a tag victory. Kind of like how Tails won you your tag title reign, right? Then the dumb cunt went and got himself injured, leaving you with a reign of a whopping...24 hours? Impressive. One man doesn't make a team, Frank, no matter how much you want to think it.

..:: Frank Hart ::..
I told you your defeating yourself, Your contradicting yourself too many times. All these quotes are excerpts from you work this week. Every thing you did thus far, your mention him. So really Chuck who’s being the reparative one here. I’ve done nothing but counter and expose you for a damn fool. All I’ve been doing this whole entire week has been taking everything you’ve managed to twist and throw it back in your face.

I've stood by and listened to the talk Chuck; I've heard the gossip, Salvation and Chuck Matthews are unstoppable. Now, I'm done listening. But, I have learned a few things. I've learned that though the spirit may be willing, the body may not be so eager to live on. Humor me, Chuck; do you honestly believe by naming dropping your stablemate in every single promo really going to help you when that bell rings? Do you think you're going to amount to anything when we enter that ring? Right now, you're merely the Marty Janetty to his Shawn Michaels, if that. But again we’ve already establish that. You’ve already proven that yourself.

Truth is, nobody gives a damn about you now, Chuck. Soon enough, you'll become complacent.

..:: Tails ::..
"Boom! Head-shot!"

The blood gushes out of the neck like an erupting volcano, devouring all in its path. Eric Mark aka Tails celebrates his ninety-second head shot, having blown off the cranium of a Hunter, in Valve's hit X-Box 360 first-person-shooter/ zombie survival, "Left 4 Dead."

..:: Frank Hart ::..
"Nice shot, bro!"

I congratulate my partner, as we scurry through the woods, attempting to locate the safe house before being incapacitated by the many zombies, Hunters, Smokers, Boomers, and Tanks scattered throughout the level.

..:: Tails ::..
"Dude, you forgot to mention the witch"

Tails interrupts. What the hell? I wasn't even talking! I was just thinking about all that stuff. How does he know? I just wish he would take his career as serious as he does this video game

..:: Frank Hart ::..
"I just know, man."

I look over at my partner; he simply shrugs, still focusing on achieving headshot number ninety-five, and working towards his ultimate goal of one-hundred. We work our way through another horde of zombies, as we reach the train yard.

..:: Frank Hart ::..
"Dude, that one looks like Chuck Matthews!"

I point out a familiar zombie on the screen, complete with long hair and an annoying drone of a voice.

..:: Tails ::..
"He's a young one, that's for sure!"

Tails presses down on the right trigger, leveling the skull of another zombie.

..:: Tails ::..
"Head-shot number ninety-seven!"

..:: Frank Hart ::..
"You know, man"

I interrupt

..:: Frank Hart ::..
"I'm sorry our reunion didn't go as planned. But come one kid, you can‘t say you were serious about the Heart Attacks?"

..:: Tails ::..
"Nah bro, it's all gravy"

He reassures me.

..:: Tails ::..
"I havent felt like fighting any more, I don’t have the fire nor pardon the pun…Heart."

..:: Frank Hart ::..
"That's not it, though"

I continue, disregarding my friend's uncharacteristically-optimistic approach to the situation.

..:: Frank Hart ::..
"I feel you, maybe its time for you to take the high road."

..:: Tails ::..
"Just need time, I wasn‘t ready to return."

He responds uninterestingly, as his attention is focused on the television.

..:: Tails ::..
"You know the story, yada yada."

..:: Frank Hart ::..
"Maybe you just need to find some one who drives you…Some one you want to beat no matter what, Like I want to-.."

I get cut off, as a Hunter pounces on my character.

..:: Frank Hart ::..
"Fuck my life!"

I yell aloud, as Tails follows up from behind with a shot to the head, releasing me from the Hunter's grip.

..:: Tails ::..
"One-hundred!"

He exclaims in excitement, as a car alarm goes off, and the zombies come from all corners; simultaneously, our heads drop, as we are devoured by the zombies. A small achievement pops up on the bottom of the screen, and Tails head shoots up.

..:: Tails ::..
"Oh, look- 'Brain Salad'"

He explains.

..:: Tails ::..
"I guess those hundred head-shots came in handy, after all!"

I slap my forehead in amazement, as Tails jumps up, celebrating his achievement

..:: Frank Hart ::..
Let’s get one thing straight Chuck. I don’t like you and you don’t like me. It’s ok. It’s fine. Don’t try and pull the whole “Hart is garbage, Salvation FTW~!” because I used to be in your exact position. I used to be that cocky dick head, looking to piss off the fat guy sitting in the 3rd row. Thinking that I was some sort of a new thing, something revolutionary. You’re just out to make your self look revolutionary but when the smoke clears from the loaded gun, you will realize that shotguns are sporadic and unreliable. Loaded guns always know what they’re doing.

You want to see me show a little offense, well here it is boss

Chuck, I want you to answer a simple question for me. Who am I? It seems to you that you have no idea who I am. You look up the JWF archives but you don’t know me. David Hudson doesn’t mean anything to me. Sure I lost. And I’m sure you lost in whatever C-list promotion you came from, the only difference is I don’t have to take the time out to help promote a hack that defeated you three years ago.

Let me inform you of who you are. You, Chuck Matthews, are exactly like a teenager just graduating from high school. You’ve been sheltered your entire career in the mid card and no one has showed you reality. You’ve beat people and had yourself a undefeated streak, lost by a technicality. You’ve graduated. Congratulations. You wake up the next day and realize that everything you had in ‘high school’ is gone. Your shelter, your protection, and your easy victories. You ‘win’ because you don’t face anyone of importance. Where I have been on a roller coaster, and I ll be the first to admit it. But everyone I defeated put some sort of a effort against me, you can honestly say that can you Chuck? Go ahead and find an excuse, prove me wrong Chuck. Can you honestly admit to being tested thus far here in NLWF? Because you‘ve never been tested. Your still that kid defeating the Brooklyn brawler. Your still that kid assaulting the naked cowboy. Your still a KID chuck. What I’ve been through is reality. I’ve seen reality and I’ve seen the real talent. I’ve observed the real world and I accept it. You don’t even have a grasp on reality. You’re still in ‘shelter shock’ because you’re used to beating nobodies. You’re used to beating little kids. You’re now in a man’s world.

You’re going to get a hard slap of reality. I’m on the edge of my seat waiting for the next nugget of wisdom you’re going to spew from your mouth. What is it going to be? I believe your out of ammo. There is nothing left. Nothing to say that hasn’t been said. Nothing that you’ve said has managed to break my game plan of Defense

You know what they say a good defense always beats a good offense.

You seem to think I am this rookie. You seem to think I am the new kid on the block and that I know nothing of this business. See, that is where you are wrong. I know everything about this business. I’ve been on top of the mountain more times than you can imagine.

Can you honestly say this Chuck?

You can claim that I am way over my head with this match. You make many claims, Chuck, but what have you done to back it up? What can you say makes you better than me? Your ferocious words? Your babbling? Your reunion special? Please, man, get over yourself. Come Saturday, you will be the one way over my head

At least when I was dealing with Alex Mark the fucker did something to get himself noticed. You’ve done nothing. But try to delay your faith.

Every good wrestler falls at least once, this is your fall Chuck. I have been here for years and I've seen the worst of the worst. I am not the people’s hero, I am not one to bring prestige to this company, that is not what I am trying to accomplish.

Its well known that you are one of the best here Chuck. I will even go as far as to say that there is probably no one on planet that can outperform you when its crunch time, until now. Chuck you'd best be ready because I sure as hell am, and you don't stand a chance at beating me Saturday. Bring your bitch Cyrus to ringside, bring your accomplishments, hell… bring your whole damn familia, so I can show the world that you are not better than me and that Chuck Matthews is just a thing of the past.

This is my world and I just let you all live in it.

..:: END ::..