I Hate That I Like You – Enzo/Zack
Matt sat quietly at home, down in Long Island on a warm summer night, like he spent must of his days off when not travelling, trying to get as much rest he could get it, the road always did a number on the body, sat lounged on his sofa, boxer shorts and tank top on, he idea of channel surfing wasn't a successful one on this particular night, reaching over to the coffee table, he grabbed for his iPad, maybe endless hours of various video games would help him mellow out.
Thing was he never got to those pointless video games, he went straight to his guilty pleasure, Twitter, admiring all his fandom love, he scroll through the time line, scanning each tweet, some bland and some ever so funny, until he stumbled upon an up and coming co-worker of his “Hm..Enzo Amore” he stated with a rather curious tone, he was well aware of the spectacular talent down at NXT, but this particular wrasser was just sending off wrong signals to the Broski, just for simple tweets. '@WWEAaLLday21: Jersey's finest SWAFFFTTTTTT! #RealestGuyInTheRoom #WhatsABroskiAgain' Matt was livid, was this rookie dissing the Long Islander, someone who made something like NXT even possible for these punk rookies.
“What the hell is SWAFT anyways?” he said to himself, he wasn't about to let some Jersey airhead ruin what was left of his precious career, he might be portraying someone in a Bunny Suit, but the Broski inside him will forever live on, '@ZackRyder: @WWEAaLLday21: Come At Me Bro, I’m the original BROSKI! Don't forget it. #Respect #WhatsSWAFT' he figured the kid wouldn't bother to reply once he was schooled by a true professional, he didn't know was possessed him to, but he decided to stalk this kid, he managed to find his Instagram page on the WWE account, “Wow his kinda Hot... What the Fuck? Why am I saying that he just practically insulted me.” he had to admit the kid was a looker, and Jersey Boys was the Long Island natives weakness, it would explain why he spend plenty of summers at the Shore.











