This ones just awkward. For years, it was Matt that people thought might have the bigger, better career out of the Hardy Boyz. Always the better wrestler of the two, a ring general, consistent and a commanding storyteller in the ring, Matt didnt botch moves, get wasted and no-show events like his younger brother. There was only a slight snag. When Matt talked, the whole world changed the channel out of sheer embarrassment. Matt Hardys always had more than a little of the delusional to his emotional make-up: like the worlds most oblivious drama student, sure that he was a talent to be reckoned with who just needed his big break. Where Bret Hart would doggedly, woodenly chew his way through a promo just to get it done, Matt Hardy would, god help us all, try to act. Try to emote. Face screwed up into a pudgy ball, Hardy seemed to seriously believe that his weaselly, nasal voice, hick accent and stolid, flavourless content were imparting something to the crowd. That he was getting over. The truth was that the Hardy Boyz were over. Team Xtreme was over. Matt Hardy, on the other hand, couldnt get over if he had rockets attached to his rear end. After a long spell of out-of-control behaviour, posting far too many incoherent, addled videos online godawful promos masquerading as shoots, for the most part Matt Hardy finally seems to have gotten his act together (hes still an oblivious, self-involved jackass, but hes not inflicting it upon us in video form anymore). Which is a blessed relief for everyone, because theres a limit to how much terrible acting and painful delivery the general public can handle.
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