Two days left…

I hope everyone has had a very productive and enjoyable Saturday, I certainly have. It’s definitely a change of pace from my WWE days now that I have to stay on top of so many things. As you all know, I have bookings across the world over the course of the next six months. It’s a job in itself to deal with promoters on terms and schedules, while trying to map your long-term calendar out. It seems like I spend 75% of my day returning business phone calls and e-mails. Today I actually had all my calls and e-mails caught up by 1 p.m., allowing me a little free time to have sushi with some of my boys. I also made a stop by PetSmart and bought a ton of treats for my son Lucas. I had an intense training session this evening, including a hard hour of cardio (while watching some of the ROH product). I took the time this evening to personally respond to over 600 e-mails at my fan address, [email protected] You won’t find alot of professional wrestlers that are willing to go to that length for their fans, but Matt Hardy is all about the MFers. I then proceeded to fulfill my obligation of counting everyone down to July 11th, THE MATT HARDY INDEPENDENCE DAY–I personally can’t wait for the fireworks! I can say and do what I like, with no repercussions, no losing out on money, and with no chance of being in contractual breach. I got my last WWE paycheck today, so I don’t have anything to lose. As much as I enjoyed my WWE tenure, and appreciated the company providing me with a nice living, I was so utterly disappointed with the WWE’s handling of my “situation”. I wish the WWE the best of luck in their future endeavors (that’s the standard company line on when they release someone–sorry, my sarcasm is at an all-time high these days). The business just hasn’t been the same since the WWE bought WCW and absorbed ECW, and it’s a crying shame. The business, and especially the wrestlers, need competition–so there are more places to work and more security for the boys.

Question of the day–How many times do you think my FCF, Feces, will be married before he is forty? My guess is 11. At the pace he’s going, he’s right on track. Be careful if you run into him with your girl present, because he falls in the most incredible love of all time every 10 minutes or so. And then he falls out of the most incredible love of all time every two to three months. Don’t believe me me–just ask one of his former ex-wives or my FGF. You would think that with all the money he’s made, that he could afford to get some psychological help with his constant falling in love problem. Oh wait, he doesn’t have any money because he’s had to fork it over to all his ex-wives, I forgot. Be very wary of what that liar “claims”, whether it’s he’s sorry or that he speaks to me–because he has no remorse for what he’s done to me. Actions speak louder than words, and that says it all. I remember calling him every week when he was out with his broken neck, asking him if there was ANYTHING I could do for him. I remember going to the North Pole and meeting Santa with him and sharing an incredible experience. I remember drinking my first beer with him, Jeff, and Jay. I remember taking him out in South Africa to cheer him up because he was so depressed that he had to have major neck surgery. I remember Amy and I celebrating his 30th birthday with him and his first wife at Busch Gardens in Tampa. I remember Amy and I attending his second marriage with Lisa. But more than anything else, I remember that he is scum and destroyed my relationship with Amy and cost me the job I’d worked my entire life for. What goes around comes around, I truly believe that with all my heart. And if the WWE talent relations department has a problem with me slandering one of their “top” stars, I guess you can just fire me or stop paying me or tell me that creative doesn’t have anything for me. Oh yeah, you already did–oh well, they love me in Orlando.

Some people seem to think I’ve lost my mind. Well, for the record, I haven’t. I have actually found my mind and have taken all limitations and boundaries off of it. Freedom of speech and thought is legal, you know. They can’t control me in Stamford any longer. I won’t let anyone control me in Orlando either. And somebody had better e-mail Gabe, and tell him I’ll also be in control when I walk into ROH Saturday in Woodbridge. The only people that can control me are my friends and fans that have been there through the thick and thin–I believe in them because I know they believe in me. Everyone have a nice Saturday evening, I’m on my way out to eat and drink with Aaron D. And I’m very thirsty tonight…you feel me? Until tomorrow…

Matt Hardy
The Angelic Diablo