Post by Jayson Matthews on Jan 16, 2017 4:06:18 GMT
The following is uploaded fan footage from Sacrifice 12-5-2016 from just outside the PNC Arena in Raleigh, North Carolina. Two fan's had managed to sneak out to the back of the arena where they felt that nobody would spot them. The kid in front of the cell phone glanced around what seemed like the loading docks in the distance and them in a part where there is a lot more trees. He shakes his head and give's a worrying sigh.
Guy: I don't know man, I don't know if were safe out here. We could get caught!
You hear the kid holding the cell phone scoff into the microphone.
Off-Camera: Pfft, were basically in the woods man, even if they were looking for us they wouldn't come out this far. Now stop being such a little bitch and spark that shit up!
His friend just shakes his head and starts digging into his pocket for his lighter.
guy: So why are you even filming this anyway? It's not like anything is going to hap-
Then, almost on cue, they here a strange sound coming from the distance. With only a glance to help decide, they were on it's trail. As the IWF fans got closer toward the noise they started to notice that it was beginning to sound like crying. The sound took them down to the loading docks where all the IWF trucks are located. There pace slows down a bit once they remember they aren't supposed to be here. The cautious one in front of the camera is quick to point that out.
Guy: Dude, we will get in ALOT of trouble if we get caught back here.....
Off-Camera: Shut up. Look.
His free hand extends from behind the camera to point out what looks to be Jayson Matthews just sitting down on the ground against a stack of crates. He looked like he was crying, the type of cry that happens when things stay bottled up for too long and you can't contain it anymore.
Jayson Matthews: Two matches.
Jayson muttered to himself through the tears.
Jayson Matthews: Two matches and I couldn't win either one.
His eyes tear up and he runs his hands through his hair.
Jayson Matthews: Why do I have to be so pathetic! WHY!
He shouts it out loud and pounds a fist into the wooden crates he laid against. The strike echoes through the inside of the dock.
Guy: Please tell me your getting this.
Off-Camera: Shhhhhh!
Suddenly a knock is heard from behind one of the crates to the left and it startles Jayson. Once he looked over toward the noise he strangely became calm, an odd euphoria that just didn't belong seemed to take over him. Whatever he was looking at was hidden behind another stack of crates.
Jayson Matthews: Who are you?
Jayson listens to something but the cell phone can't seem to pick up the audio. Jayson seems a bit apprehensive towards whoever he is listening too.
Jayson Matthews: I don't know if I can do that....
He listens for a few more seconds, wide eyed and full of awe. Soon, he just nodded his head.
Jayson Matthews: Well, if you promise.....
And with that Jayson walks off beyond the crates.
The two fans take a few moments to process exactly what they just saw. There hair stood on its ends.
guy: What was that? What did we smoke Jerry!?
The guy rubs his eyes and tries to make sense of what just happened, It just didn't feel right.
Off-Camera: You, we, we didn't have a lighter.....
The fan holding the camera seemed just as freaked out. Just then a security guard walks up!
Guard: HEY! What are you guys doing!?
The two fans bail in opposite directions and the video cuts.
We open up on Jayson Matthews sitting in a hotel room. He has a big smile on his face and a Chris Farley t-shirt.
“Let me tell you why I suck as a wrestler.”
He grabs a roll from the bread basket he got with dinner.
“Lets say I even get booked to even have a match, because sometimes I can't even make it on TV. Let's say I get a match against somebody out there and I get a chance to live another moment in this crazy old mixed up dream of mine. Well then I get all excited and become like JoJo the idiot circus boy with a new pet.”
He glances at the roll in his hand.
“This roll is my pet or my match! I want to do good in the match and kick some ass and be cool. I stroke my pet and I wuv my wittle pet.....”
He nuzzles his nose into the roll and kisses it gently.
“Your a naughty pet, your naughty!”
He playfully scolds the roll.
“And then I just go....”
He makes a bunch of strange noises and just lets his fingers crumble and brake apart the roll and he lets it just fall to the floor at his feet.
“AWHHHHHH I KILLED IT!”
“..and that's when I just completely blow it and get my butt kicked in less then five minutes.”
He face palms.
“I just want to be taken seriously as a competitor you know?”
He stairs into the camera with a yearning desire but he has a piece of the roll stuck to his face.
“I don't think that is too much to ask. Two thousand sixteen was a whirlwind of a ride for me. I started off pretty strong. I became a two invictus champion with a total reign of four weeks! I won joker in the pack and I wrestled in the main event of a pay per view for the Imperial Championship. I used to be on the right track man, I used to have it down.
The bread falls off his face as he continues to speak.
“I thought I could take some time off and recharge. Come back focused. But I started two thousand seventeen off with Malicious Intent and out on my back like always. For the life of me, no matter what I do, no matter what I try, I can't seem to figure out where I'm messing up. But now I think I have an answer.”
He reaches into his pocket and he pulls out the small business card that Nighthawk gave to him. Along with this card came a verbal invitation to come to his school and check it out. Here he was in Chicago, one day away from heading into the Wrestle Factory.
“Nighthawk said he may know some things that could help me. And right now I'll take all the help I can get. But I hope he can work miracles because also this week I have to go into a fatal four way against three other guys. Sounds pretty crazy and the competition is no joke!
He pulls out his cell phone and starts reading off some of the names.
“First off we have Devlin Raine. This guy is pretty cool. He cracks me up. Alot of people, including himself seem to think that he and I share some similarities. They say we are both light hearted individuals, we have a unique style all our own and we both bring the fire when it comes to entertaining the fans. That sounds like me, except who ever decided how to spell his name must have been a little drunk that day. I'm not even sure if I'm saying it right.
Oh and also another difference....
Devlin also managed to go out there and win the cruiserweight invitational and totally back up his unique and quirky style. Meanwhile, I may be making everybody laugh but I just end becoming the butt of all the jokes in the end. Devlin Raine is laughing his way around town with a badass trophy and one of the swankiest cruiserweight championships I've ever had the pleasure to lay my eyes on. Well that's all well and great Devlin, but I bet you don't even know how many lights are attached to the ceilings of every sports arena in the mid west. Yeah you don't.....get on my level....
Jayson brushes him off with his fingers.
“Then we have Dorian Hawhurst. First of all I'm pretty sure that's some sort of sausage. Am I facing a sausage man this week on Sacrifice? Can somebody find that out for me please? I won't be mad...I'll face anybody at this point, I need the practice. No, I know your not a sausage man, Dorian, but I do know that you sort of smell like them. Seriously, I saw you once while you were preparing for a match on a Sacrifice I wasn't booked at, and all I could smell was Jimmy Dean and shame. It was like Tom Arnold's breakfast, and I had to shove two ice breakers mints up my nostrils to mask the smell. And don't tell me you take showers because I don't care that smell is ingrained on you buddy. It's that whole, looking like you just rolled through a swamp thing, that's doing it to you.
Jayson smiles and shrugs his shoulders.
“But what do I know about this guy really? I do know that he struggles with addiction and that is no joke. I know that everyday he fights battles inside his mind that I will never know about. While I'm sitting in the back playing shoots and ladders with Jimmy Turner the janitor, Dorian is not only out in the ring battling legends like Alex Jones and coming out on top, but he's also battling his demons everyday and I may never know what that is actually like. But of course.....Dorian will never know what it feels like to ruin your life and career without any intoxicants to blame it on.
Jayson crosses his chest with an X
“Straight Edge Failure!”
Jayson chuckles a bit and finds the last name on the list.
“Then there is.....Jimmy Zane......wait wait....Jimmy Zane? Like the Jimmy Zane? The “brown eye” guy? Holy crap it is a pleasure dude. I remember when you were stomping around in the old NCW. You may not remember me, I was even less important back then somehow, but I remember you. The thing I always liked about Jimmy Zane was that no matter what he did, or what person's body part he displayed proudly for everyone to see on camera and single-handedly warping an entire generation of children's fragile little minds in the process, he always did it with the utmost passion and enthusiasm. It's almost like he never really needed NCW and he could just go be successful at pretty much anything else he tried to do in life. Like as a radio DJ or a lead singer of a band or something. Instead I heard he just sat around at home and watched netflix while he was inactive.
He shakes his head.
“But I'm getting myself side tracked here. Jimmy Zane is not to be take lightly. This guy is a second generation wrestler. He's got wrestling in his blood. He's also one hell of an athlete. So that makes him ten times better then me. Or something. I was never great at math. But I bet Jimmy Zane doesn't have the record for failing math the most times.
Jayson fights back a smile.
“Who am I?”
He shrugs.
“I honestly think I'm still trying to find that out.”
I don't have a single thing I could say to you guys right now that could make you possibly believe that I could beat you this week. I'm sure people are hearing me talk about my dreams and then failing. I'm sure people are sick of hearing me talk trash and not back it up. But I want you guys to know that even though I should, I'm not going to quit.
I'm not going to give up because I don't think I can.
So what I am going to do is set this alarm clock for 7 am, and I'm going to go to Nighthawks school. And I'm going to do my absolute best to get this lousy career back on track. And when Sacrifice comes along, i'll do my absolute best....to go bananas all over your faces.”
Jayson Matthews: “Damn, Damn, Damn!”
We open up to Jayson Matthews rushing across the parking lot to the Wrestle Factory around mid-day.
Jayson Matthews: I can't believe I overslept on my first day! Man, I'm an idiot!
Jayson runs in through the front door and meets the sweet old lady who ran the front desk. Her name was Elizabeth.
Jayson Matthews: Name is Jayson, I was supposed to come down and check out Nighthawk's class today.”
She smiles and points down a hall through some double doors and Jayson heads right for them. The secretary tries to stop him but he doesn't listen.
Jayson Matthews: I'll just slip in and stand at the back, nobody will even notice me.
He said to himself. As soon as he even gave the door the slightest amount of pressure it went-
CRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-AAAAAAKKKKKK
Jayson tried to open it slower, but with every inch he pushed the door wailed like fearful dog.
CREAK. CREAK. CREAK.
At this point Jayson stepped in and was immediately blown away by the size and amount of resources Nighthawk had here. There was a full gym, a place to watch wrestling tapes, even a kitchen where the students can learn to eat more healthy. There was even four separate wrestling rings for different classes. Jayson was so impressed by what he saw he inadvertently let's the door slam shut and the noise echos throughout the gym. If every student in the class and Nighthawk were already glaring at him, they were now. Jayson waves and smiles awkwardly and points to the door.
Jayson Matthews: Need some w-d forty on that thing.....
Nighthawk: Jayson Matthews....nice of you drop in.
Nighthawk makes his way through the students directly toward him. You could sense the sarcasm in his voice. The cherry haired man of a thousand holds looks Jayson up and down and the wrestling machine couldn't help feel a bit annoyed by the site of Jayson's poor attempt at an innocent smile.
Nighthawk: “And why do you think you can be late to my class, Jayson?”
Jayson goes to open his mouth but Nighthawk stops him before he can say anything else.
Nighthawk: I don't need to hear it. Just know that I don't tolerate my students being late to my class. One hundred push-ups, now!”
Jayson chuckles for a second but then is later surprised when he realizes Nighthawk was serious.
Jayson Matthews: Wait, your serious dude? But, you said to just come check things out, i'm not in your class.”
Nighthawk points to everything in the gym.
Nighthawk: This is my school. Your standing here, in my class. Would you like to leave?
Nighthawk asks him that question in such a way that it peaks his interest. Jayson almost felt this was his first test.
Jayson Matthews: No. No I wouldn't.
A faint glimmer of a smile passed through coach Nighthawk's stern demeanor as he pointed toward some mats on the side of the gym.
Nighthawk: One hundred push-ups.
Jayson nods his head and goes to where he was directed as Nighthawk turns to face the rest of the class. Jayson gets down and starts counting them off as he completes them.
Nighthawk: And please let this be a lesson to the rest of you. I will not tolerate tardiness in my class.
He starts walking back toward the front of the class through the group of students each on a knee. Listening intently to what Nighthawk has to say.
Nighthawk: Professional wrestling take's time. Practice. It takes dedication and sacrifice. It take's some people many years to perfect this craft, it takes a commitment. And if you aren't willing to make the smallest commitment to waking up on time for my class, well then I think you should find the door. The next time someone is late they are out of the class, let Jayson be the warning for you all-”
Nighthawk extends his hand back toward Jayson who is now sitting down on the ground scrolling through his cell phone, and counting the numbers out loud to imaginary pushups.
Jayson Matthews: Thirty-Seven, thirty-Eight, Thirt-”
Nighthawk clears his throat and Jayson realizes he's caught. Jayson sheepishly crawls back down to all fours.
Jayson Matthews: Ooh, okay I'm just gonna, I'll just go ahead and...one......two.....three....
Jayson returns to the pushups as Nighthawk just shakes his head with his arms crossed.
Nighthawk: I have a feeling you are going to be doing a lot of push up's this semester.
Fade.
Well howdy there pardner.