Road to Immortallity
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It was announced last week that I was going to be involved in a match consisting a championship shot, at the high impact champion. I am to be facing, VVR, for his number one contendership. Its funny, How I finally get recognition from management. Its token so long, Lets be honest. I am the media attraction. They should of gaven me a chance at the high-impact championship months ago. I have worked so hard in this federation. I have kicked ass ever since I have been here insurgency wrestling federation. I am literally insulted to get a championship shot this late.
But let me get straight to then point yeah. That idiotic physco path Tyson Rowle. Is now saying that I didn't even earn a shot at VVR. And he thinks that he should have a match with him. That makes me laugh, He has only beaten me twice as I recall. Last sunday, at Hero's Also Die. And some other time. He was luck to win at Hero's also die. That was one match Tyson. People didn't even bother to perform there best!
But thats the past now. And now its the present. And now its my time to shine, and take the glory. This week I step in the ring with VVR. And I leave the ring, with his number one contendership for the high-impact championship. Thats the truth my youths.
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My head was placed on the comfortable pillow. My eyes wide open, All I could hear was the whistling of the wind, the wind blowing into my room. I immediately got up, when it started annoying me. I walked over to the window, and looked outside, at the beautiful clear skies. I smiled, and then shut the window straight after. I quickly got changed, into my skinny jeans, and ralph lauren top. Also, I was wearing some blue vans, and a new era hat to match the vans. I walked out of my room, went over to the bath room. I yawned loudly, I sniffed and then grabbed my toothbrush off of the shelf above me. I reached over for the clogate beside me. I quickly brushed my teeth, and washed my face. As I finished washing my face, I could hear echoes of a ringing. I stood silent, trying to figure out where the ringing was coming from. My eyes shut wide open, I rushed down stares and quickly grabbed the home phone. I looked at the number ringing me, It was the number of TMZ, the magazine company. That writes stuff about famous people, and love to write gossip. I smirked, and then answered the phone.
Matt Young: Erm.. TMZ? What do you want.
Austen Blaze: Matt. Its your boy Austen speaking! You know from high school! I work here now.. But yeah forget about the past! Matt, You have been in the news recently and we need a new young celebrity for TMZ to sponser! How about that Matt!
Matt Young: Really! FUCKING REALLY! First of all why you working at that shit hole of a company? And secondly, Mate you must be joking. Last time I was sponsered by this company, they treated my like shit. I wasn't to populor back then, But now I am they want to sponser me again. Well fuck them. I don't want them. Austen, I never liked you. And I by far don't like TMZ.
Austin Blaze: Matt, Are you sure about this descision. Cause this might be the worst mistake you have ver made in your life Matt! Are you sure about this..?
I smirked arrogantly, and then hung up the phone. I quickly went outside, to get some fresh air. I brought the fagg closer to my dry lips, I reached over the table to get a lighter. I puffed, the smoke vanishing in the air.
The Next Day
The same normal routine for me, waking up. Changing my clothesline, quickly have a shower, brush my teeth, have some breakfast and then get a phone call from a magazine company that are wanting to interview me, or sponser me. The casual day, in the life of Matt Young. I sat down in the sofa, my eyes beeming at the television screen. The remote control in my hand. I flicked threw the boring channels, that were basically not about me. I finally got to MTV Channel. I smirked at then licked my dry tender lips. I looked at the television screen. MTV had just came back from its commercial, As always in the background there was a lady talking. Saying ''Now you can get some news on some celebrities, because MTV News is now on''. I grinned, and sat back and relaxed.
MTV News Presenter: Hello people of the United States of America! I am Liam McCartney! And this is what we have instored for you people watching! ... Kim Kardashian apparently pregnant! Tinie Tempah release new singles in america! Beyonce has had a butt in plant?! And some interesting news about IWF Wrestling, Matt Young! But ladies and gentlemen, Were going to start with the last story we just mentioned. News of Matt Young. This morning, TMZ stated in there newest magazine's a whole lot of gossip about the media attraction Matt Young. But are the rumors true! Lets go over to our gossip reporter, who is at the main building of where TMZ published every single magazine!
My eyes lit open, as I heard the word gossip. Which was echoing in my head. I raised my eyebrows, shocked and wondering what kinda shizz TMZ said about me.
Gossip Reporter: Okay, I am here live at the TMZ headquaters. Liam, It was said on the TMZ magazine. That Matt Young had taken steroids to win numberous of matches in his past federations. Matt Young is a very huge star to say the least, These accusations may not be true. They will be taking this into investigation, and will be finding out the truth in the next couple of days.
I switched off the television. My mouth wide open, my heart burning with anger. I immediately got up, and went over to the coat peg. I grabbed my coat, and then smashed the door behind me as I walked out the house. I reached into my pocket, and pulled out the car key's. It beeped, and immediately I entered the car. All I could think about when I was riding, was the TMZ gossip.
I got out the car, And looked at the huge building in front of me. The hude building happened to be the headquaters of TMZ Studio's. I smirked arrogantly, And slowly pushed the doors wich were infront of him. As I entered, there was a moment of silence. All the workers glared at me and stood still. I clenched my fist, and walked over to the middle of the room. I stood there, the room was silent. My head was down.
Matt Young: Whos the guy that made all this fucking gossip up about me? HAH! WHO THE FUCK IS IT?
The workers stood there silently. I smirked, and walked around glaring at each and everyone of the workers.
Matt Young: If no one tells me, someone is going to get smashed through that glass table over there. Now someone fucking tell me!?
Once again, The workers stood there silently. I grinned as most of them gulped. I stuck my tounge, and carried on.
Matt Young: No one is going to speak. You guys are a committed group of people aren't ya? Seems nice how you guys all don't grass up on each other..
I grabbed one of the men, who stood next to me. And smashed him against the wall, the rest of the workers stood there praying to the lord that I would stop my mayhem.
Matt Young: You see like a nice chap! A man who doesn't lie! Whats your name?
Peter Craddock: Peter! Please, Let go of my neck.. PLEASE!
Matt Young: What is it hurting you? Are you going to cry. Aww poor you. Just tell me who the fuck wrote that article about me, Cause If you don't I'm afraid your going to get smashed through that table!
Peter Craddock: It was.. Austen.. Blaze.. Eh. Now let go.. Please!!
Matt Young: Where is he Peter?
Peter Craddock: In his office..
I smirked, and then smiled at Peter, I smashed him down to the ground. Literally throwing him halfway across the room. His work mates went over to him, seeing if he was okay. I quickly rushed up a couple of stairs, and went down a couple of corridors, looking if it said his name on the door. I finally reached the office of Austen. I smirked, and opened the door.
Matt Young: Blaze, Blaze, Blaze. Here we meet again! Tell me, why you wrote that article about me! And you better fucking say in your next published magazine that it was all bullshit!
Austen Blaze: Get out Young! Or I will phone the cops on you.
Matt Young: I'm not going to hurt you. I'm just going to kindly suggest that in your next article, all the things you said about me. Say it was all bullshit. Then you won't get hurt. Comprendo?..
I left the room..
Subject: The Media Attraction! 
Sat Aug 06, 2011 6:00 pm
