Matt Young Productions

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I'm escalating, my heart is racing. My life has been torn apart,
By one man called satan, who pentritates me.
He makes me want to be the best, fuck the rest.
He taunts me everyday, hes in my mind in the evernight.
His demons are approaching, but I'ma just try avoid them.
I'ma avoid them by fighting, avoid them by winning.
I'ma prove that I'm best, I'ma prove that I can handle him.
Its my time to shine! My time for glory!
All my haters are just my motivaters, for success.
So to all the people, that put me down in my life.
I'm back, bigger, better and a true fighter.
Who want back down from any nigga,
I'm alive again yall, and i can show you proof,
and i hope you're inspired by my lyrical truth!
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The cameras pave around the parking lots outside the arena of where this weeks Battle ground was to be held. the camera moves around very quickly, trying to find the mysterious man who was lurking around the parking lots earlier. All of the sudden you could see smoke, puffing up into the air. But then quickly vanishing, the cameras follow the smoke, which was coming from the back of the lot. The camera man reached his destanation, there was a mysterious middle age man. Sitting on top of one of the cars, a bottle of whisky in one hand, and a cigarette clenched in the other. The man looked over at the cameras, he was wearing a hoodie, chino jeans, and some amazing brand new vans. The man smirked at the cameraman as he approached him, the man sniffed. and the puffed out some smoke of his cigarette, the smoke vanishing in the air. he then gulped down some whisky, the colt liquid going down his throat. his licked his moistrized lips as he finishes. he smirked, and looked over at the camera lens. the cameraman, moved towards him a bit more. Seeing as it was hard for the viewers to figure out who this mysterious figure was. The mysterious man, then lifted up his hoodie, it was now clear that the man happened to be IWF Superstar, Matt Young. Young turned around, and grabbed a golden championship which was behind him resting. He drapped it on his shoulder, the cameras zoomed into the champion. It was a exact replica of the IWF World Heavyweight Championship. Young smirked at the cameras, and then jumped off the car. Young took one final puff of his cigarette, and then dropped it to the floor. And then extinghuising it with his soles of his vans. Young then gulped down the last remains of the whisky, he smirked as he finishied. He sighrs, and then smashesd the bottle to the floor.


''Ladies and Gentlemen, that was my last ever smoke of a cigarette. My last ever drink of wine for now, because now I am in training to becoming the best wrestler in this company you see.''

Young smirked, and then breathed in the air. He looked over at his shoulder, the replica of the IWF title resting on his shoulder. He smirked, and looked back up at the cameras.

''You see, all my life I have been smoking, drinking, and partying. All of this, is un fit for me. If I want to become the IWF World Heavyweight Champion, I must act like a world champion. So from now on, no more drinking only occasionally. No more smoking, and thats for good, I have been wasting my life, drinking, eating, partying and fucking girls. Well no more, from now on I'm a good man. I'm not the phyco maniac, Matt Young. Now, I am going to be known. As god's gift to wrestling, Matt Young! I have been reading the bible recently, which has inspired me to become the drug, and alchahol free. I don't need any of this to ease the pain when I lose, all I need is a nice cup of coffee. This is my first step, to immortallity. My second step, will be revealed later on today.''

Young pauses, and then looks at his championship, ditracted by its golden texture and his name imprinted on it, he shakes his head and looks back up.

''Cause tonight, i team up with a long time friend of mine, Matthew Rydell. Together, we will face Jett Black and Vagabond. Two of the most idiotic wrestlers I know. I and Matt will defeat them, thats the first step ladies and gentlemen, the first step on my road to the IWF World Heaveyweight Champion. After I go onto defeat both of these men, I will finally capture the eye of board of directors of this federation! And I'm telling you ladies and gentlemen, they'll be so impressed that they will book me in a match. Against the world heavyweight champion himself, Corey Casey!''

Suddenly out of the darkness, emerged one of Young's opponents tonight, Jett Black. Black was wearing a superdry jumper, and some normal jogging bottoms. Black tilted his head, and walked over towards Young. He chuckled at Young, and then looked at the camera, a massive grin on his face. He turned his head, back on the cocky Matt Young, who had the replica of the world title draped on his shoulder. Black walked around Young, and then stopped and looked at the replica of the IWF World Heavyweight Champion. He laughed, Young's right eyebrow came up as Jett Black was laughing his head off.

''Yeeeee dawgie! Looky what we got here, ain't you Matt Young?! The guy who never wins any matches? Oh shucks! I can't believe it! The men backstage were right, you do go around pretending your the world heavyweight champion!

''Erm, excuse me for asking, but who the fuck are you?''

''Well I'm Jett Black of course, you mentioned me early of in the interview! Saying that I was idiotic?! Thats just idiotic of you, not remembering who I am Young!?

''Erm, listen I don't give a fuck who you are! You interrupted me in my interview! MY INTERVIEW!''

''Yo, calm down, I just came out here to wish you good luck and all that shit, well here it goes. Good luck man!''

''Good luck? GOOD LUCK?! Lucks for losers Black, like you! Now can you just fuck off seriously, you interruped me in my interview, and i hate interruptions!?''

''You want me to fuck off? That isn't nice man, you can't just tell me to fuck off, you didn't even say the magic word man!''

''Oh I'm sorry, I didn't say the magic word, me and my manners. Can you please fuck off?!''

''Matt, you need to take a chill pill man. Its just a interview, i just came here to say helly, and good luck for your match, but you know what. I was actually going to go easy on you and Rydell, but not its on! Matt, you made the wrong decision telling me to fuck off and shit, because now i'm going to show what Jett Black is all about baby! So see you tonight!''

Matt smirks, as Black disappears as he walks into the gloomy skies. Matt then looks at his replica of the world title, and kisses it. His lips, getting all over the main base of the title. The scene finishes, with Matt Young smirking at the camera.

RP does not count as the Jett Black character was used without permission from Jett Black himself

An RP that does not count is an RP that simply.... does not count.