(( 9 Months Ago ))

Male Elder Council Member
The leader is dead

He looks around the small hut at the other council members, all looking concerned and frightened, they’ve only known of one person in charge. The Leader. Now he has gone from this world leaving one man calling the shots.

Female Elder Council Member
What of this Drexel?

Male Elder Council Member
He’s this brash kid who believes he is now the leader.

Some of the other council members mumbles to themselves whilst other whisper to one another, the male and female council members glance between themselves, the male elder stands up and rams his fists into the wooden table.

Male Elder Council Member
ENOUGH!
He looks between the council members.

Male Elder Council Member
We all knew this day may come.

He begins to walk around the room slowly.

Male Elder Council Member
That the leader won’t be here to guide us, that is why we were chosen to become the council, to make sure his vision isn’t blinded by his departure from this world. That his vision is seen through our eyes now! We continue and move on!

The male elder stops and looks at the female council member.

Male Elder Council Member
We all know Drexel is trying to summon a gathering but we’re the elected officials here and we’re not going to allow this long haired boy to undermined us!

Female Elder Council Member
But he’s..

The male elder slaps the female elder with the back of his hand, the other council members gasp in shock, the female holds her sore cheek as a tear rolls down her face. The male elder councilmen stands tall with a broad smile on his face.

Male Elder Council Member
Summon everyone, NOW!

(( 20 minutes later ))

All the followers had gathered within the meeting grounds, the elder council members standing before them with their hoods raised over their heads, many of the followers are talking amongst themselves. This upsets the elder council member who took charge in the council chambers earlier, stepping forward to the leader’s podium, pulling his hood back and begins to talk through gritted teeth.

Male Elder Council Member
Do you forget your place, my brethren?

The murmurs turn to silence, their attention fully on the male council member, who looks away from them with a smirk. Feeling the power and absorbing the electricity in the air. Composing himself he faces the covenant.

Male Elder Council Member
If you’re not aware of what has happened, our beloved leader has sadly moved on to the next world, taking his final breaths and going on this adventure without us.

Before the murmurs and whispers begin again the male elder council member continues to talk over some until silence.

Male Elder Council Member
IT HAS been said that once our leader passes on, the council will step up and lead you, my brothers and sisters, into a new dawn of a new era! We will make sure the visions and beliefs of our fallen leader will continue on through us! WE SHALL LIVE ON!

The Male Elder is about to continue but his concentration is broken. Standing at the back is Drexel. His hood down as he glares at the elder council member, Drexel slowly walks towards him, the other council members begin to glance between each other in fear. The male elder member points and yells.

Male Elder Council Member
SEIZE HIM! SEIZE DREXEL!

No one in the community moves as Drexel steps up onto the small elevated stage that the council members are standing, looking them all up and down before being nose to nose with the lead male council member, Drexel glares into his eyes with a wry smirk on his face.

Drexel
They are not your brethren anymore!

Drexel raises his right arm up and clicks his fingers, a couple of hooded people in tunics rush down to the stage, they are both dominant in stature as they stand either side of Drexel.

Drexel
I have planned this for so, so long. And that is my greatest weapon, time, time to grab the seeds and sow them into each and every one of these people. The leader died before me and it was a bittersweet feeling! But it doesn’t hinder this process!

The whole community pulls their hoods back. The two men either side of Drexel keep theirs on, the council members look on in shock and horror as the community rebel, charging towards the stage and attack the council members with the exception of the one standing before Drexel and the two hooded men.

Male Elder Council Member
What are you going to do? Hurt me?

Drexel
That is exactly what is going to happen!

Drexel doesn’t stop the two men charging from behind him, they begin to throw rights and lefts wildly, he watches it all unfold as he goes up to the former leaders podium. With one swift kick it goes flying away as the covenant is no more.

(( Several hours later ))

The entire covenant camp is almost deserted, having risen up again the authority figures thanks to Drexel, overthrowing them and making their way out of the camp. Drexel remains in the gathering area with his tunic covered in blood, he looks around at the splattered blood pools and torn clothes laying on the ground, Drexel stops as he sees three hooded figures walking towards him. Drexel notices two of them being the guys that stood beside him earlier, the slenderer figure he doesn’t recognise, it did not matter though as he places a reassuring hand on each of their shoulders.

Drexel
Thank you all for what you’ve done.

The all nod in their own unique ways.

Drexel
I had envisioned this uprising for so long and for it to come into existence, plus for everyone to see MY vision, we stood up and took back what they had taken from us! Our freedom!

Drexel looks at some of the scars on his body, flashbacks of the whip cracking against his skin, blood oozing from every part of his body as countless and endless hours of torture. Drexel clenches his fist and looks at the hooded individuals.

Drexel
You are all free! Go try to rescue whatever remains of your lives.

The hooded individuals don’t move. One by one they drop down on their knees before Drexel and lower their heads, Drexel looks at them concerned that they’re not listening, but perhaps they need the guidance of someone and that person is him.

They’re foolish in thinking you have all the answers!

Drexel closes his eyes and shakes his head.

You have nothing to offer them! You are just as broken as them!

Drexel
You don’t have to do that anymore!

Three disciples of your own! Think of what you can do!

He shakes his head, trying to ignore the voice in his head, the voice seems to be getting louder as it’s very prominent in his mind.

You destroyed a cult! Utilise them!

Drexel opens his eyes and looks at them closely, two large guys and a slender women, he won’t be kidnapping young children or people. But Drexel’s pain and suffering needs to be unleashed in some sort of way, through either boxing or professional wrestling, Drexel will look into getting into something like pro wrestling once back into the world of the living. Seeing these guys and maybe aiding him somehow in the future, if they’re prepared to follow, their need for leadership and belief and Drexel needing to unleash holy hell. Perhaps this unholy reunion will prove benefitial to Drexel Matheson.

Drexel
If you choose to follow me then you do so of your own accord. I cannot guarantee you the guidance you seek, however I will openly give you the guidance you may need, ultimately leading you on the path to enlightenment!

The three people nod their heads and stand back up, Drexel gazes at them and smiles, brushing his long hair out of his face as he looks at the remains of the covenant.

Drexel
Oh how I longed to leave this forest!

He picks up a large stone and throws it off into the wooded area behind him.

Drexel
But you need me and beyond this realm we’ve got nothing. Let’s make this into something habitable!




The feeling had not really sunk in for Matheson. Having pinned the heavyweight champion and ending the undefeated streak of Sinful Obsession, with the man he will be facing at Climax Control this coming week in Stockholm, The Mental Rapist Sean Jackson. Not too long ago he was defeated in the Roulette Title tournament, by the eventual winner and member of The Rejects, also losing in the crowing of a new championship for SCW. The Internet Title. Now Drexel Matheson has been propelled into the limelight but this time he’s done something about it, defeating Reject member Gavin Stephens in a brutal Belfast brawl match, then ending the successful reign of former multi-time Tag Team, Despayre and the current Heavyweight Champion, Gabriel. Now he had to face Sean Jackson in one on one competition, something that doesn’t faze Matheson as he sits at the airport terminal, waiting on his luggage to arrive on the conveyer belt, he may not be elevate himself into the Heavyweight Championship match at Blaze of Glory but it won’t hurt his chances for a shot afterwards.

Matheson wearing his normal attire of torn jeans, black boots, torn black leather jacket with the mental rapist t-shirt on underneath, Matheson’s hair is loose and covering his face as he stares at the belt. Other peoples luggage had been and gone. Matheson waits until something large comes through the hatch and down onto the belt below, a large metal container with an SCW logo stuck upon it, Matheson goes over and picks it up and heads towards the departure lobby. Guards, flight attendances, passengers watch the shady looking man walk out of the doors and walks away from the airport. Matheson stands at the side of the road and unclasps the case, opening the lid up to then pull out an assortment of weapons, ranging from steel baseball bats to kendo sticks. Matheson notices an airport trolley and carries his weapons over to it, dropping them carelessly on it, he then begins to push the trolley away from the airport and into Stockholm.

Matheson arrives outside of The Court, better known to the Swedish as ‘Hovet’ or its former name Johanneshovs Isstadion, the steep steps for the audience isn’t viable for Matheson to use his trolley, Matheson used the players entrance to walk out onto the ice and stops. Putting the brake on the trolley and leaning on hand on the handle, his breathing has condensation smoke coming from his mouth and nose from where he breaths, Matheson looks up at the scoreboard to see ‘Climax Control’ in bright letters as he turns his attention back to the camera on the far side of the arena, it slowly zooming in on the violence man as he begins to talk.

If there was anyone on the Sin City Wrestling roster who has achieved infamy, fruition and a legacy like no other. Then there is only one person’s name you’d say, Sean Jackson. If it wasn’t for you distracting Despayre then we may not have got the victory, if he interfered then the outcome may have been different, we utilised and worked well to achieve what no one else has done in such a long time. Defeated the duo of Gabriel Stevens and Despayre! Congratulations on achieving that with me. However the pleasantries stop their as we’re going to be wrestling each other at Climax Control, no weapons or stipulations, well there is one stipulations but neither one of us have control of that factor. The special guest referee, SCW Heavyweight Champion, Gabriel. You could say it’s irony, right? Matheson smirks I pin the man wearing the striped top, the man who is gunning at the rematch and also involved in that victory is my opponent, no loyalty or legion on either side but distain lingers like a bad smell. Gabriel could prove to be the decisive factor on who wins or loses, I don’t want to give him a reason to pull his magic tricks out from his suitcase, I want to defeat the the mental rapist whilst causing him a lot of anguish in the process!

Drexel pulls out some of the weapons like the kendo stick, metal rods, a sledge hammer, looking at each weapon with glee but he chucks them back into the trolley and unfastens the break. Matheson pushes the trolley away as it glides across the ice.

I’d love to use weapons and hurt Sean Jackson but I’m sure Gabriel wouldn’t want him to use any excuses, likewise if I was Jackson and he was me, I wouldn’t want to use it as an excuse for losing in the championship match. Doesn’t mean I won’t hurt him through my wrestling arsenal, showing that I’m not just a one trick pony and I can wrestle with the best, showing SCW that defeating Gabriel and Despayre wasn’t done by chance. Sean Jackson is as deadly as it comes, he wouldn’t of conquered the mountain so many times if he didn’t have the ability he does, Countless World Championships and apart of formidable alliances in all promotions.
Dynasty
Hot Stuff International
The Syndicate.
For any aspiring wrestler like the ones that where in ASW needed an inspiration, Sean Jackson would be the example used in any scenario, a man who battles the best and conquers the best on the big occasions and the little ones too. Do you think I’m intimidated by the NWA World’s title scandle, the UTA, BACW or WWA heavyweight championship reigns, the recent SCW and ACW title victories and defences? No. You may be the model wrestler for those to aspire too, you may be considered the best in some people’s eyes, but to me you’re just flesh and bone ready to be pounded and tenderised.

I want to succeed in SCW and despite my two main event victories in 2015, defeated you Sean Jackson will only cement the thought that maybe, just maybe Drexel Matheson could be the next contender for the Heavyweight Championship. Maybe I’ll push you out to the side and I’ll main event Blaze of Glory wrestling Gabriel for the title. Two scenarios that you do not want, nor need Sean Jackson, are you going to prevent it coming to reality or will I show you why I am violence incarnated! You may believe you’re the mental rapist but the only thing that’s being raped is your dignity and stature within SCW upon being defeated by me! We may have worked well in our tag victory but at Climax Control, that doesn’t even matter, what matters is who leaves victorious and I intend on doing that! Gabriel may have his own agenda, as do you, but mine is laid out on the table. Defeat Sean Jackson. Hurt Sean Jackson. MAKE SEAN JACKSON BLEED! Matheson kneels down and places his bare forehead onto the ice, leaving it there for a while, he then yanks his head back and lets out a slight whimper as some of his skin is ripped from his forehead. Blood pouring from the open wound as the camera is fully zoomed in onto his face. Ikea is build the flat pack yourself, at Climax Control, Sean Jackson’s already built stature within SCW comes crashing down at my hands. The Inhuman Monstrum…MATHESON!  

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Drexel awakes from a deep sleep with his eyes flickering open, letting out a long yawn as he sits up in his bed, rubbing his eyes before getting out of his bed and walking over to the window. The forest that surrounds the compound always looked beautiful, if he wasn’t forced to live here then he’d appreciate them more, however the life he could of lived is long gone and this is his world now. Drexel puts on his tunic robes and heads out of his hut, nodding his head to fellow followers as he heads towards the leaders cabin, placing his hood over his long frizzy hair as he heads up the bark trail towards the front door. A couple of the disciples stands in his way, Drexel lets out a laugh, taking a step back and looks out from underneath the hood.

Drexel
I wish to make an audience with the leader.

Elder Disciple
He doesn’t wish to be disturbed.

Drexel takes a step forward so he isn’t overheard by passing followers.

Drexel
It’s about the boy. He’ll understand.

The two guards glance between each other before one walks into the cabin, Drexel places his hands into the tunics sleeves, waiting patiently as the other guard re-emerges and whispers something to the other guard.

Elder Disciple
Very well.

They step aside letting Drexel to walk into the dimly lit cabin, Drexel pulls the door too and glances around the cabin, the leader of the cult sits at his desk at the far side of the room with a glass of whisky before him. Drexel lowers the hood as he walks up to his desk.

Leader
Ah Drexel, you have news?

Drexel
Indeed I do..

Drexel places the palms of his hands on the desk and leans in closer to the leader.

Drexel
I’ve got news that will interest you.
Drexel closes his eyes and takes a deep breath in.

Drexel
I have had to live with the thought of you kidnapping me as a child, torturing, belittling and maiming me until I succumb to your bidding. I complied and did was asked of me but I never fully converted to your ways.

Drexel slowly walks around the desk.

Drexel
I have been planning for this very moment for far too long! Dreaming, tasting, imagining every possible scenario and today just seemed right to exorcise my demons.

Drexel stands next to the leader, bending down so his mouth is close to his ear, he takes a deep intake of breath with his eyes closed before opening them with a deadly look towards the leader.

Drexel
This is your end and my beginning!

The two disciples outside doesn’t hear the screams, watching the rest of the convent walk by with their daily tasks, the door creaks open behind them as Drexel steps out with a sadistic smile on his face.

Drexel
Round everyone up

The two disciples pivot around and look at Drexel

Drexel
Things are about to change.



[ [ p r e s e n t  d a y  |  b e l f a s t , n o r t h e r n  I r e l a n d ] ]

Sitting up against the Titanic Belfast building near the River lagan, wearing his normal attire of cut-off jeans shorts, a black leather jacket with a very worn Lucifer Uncaged t-shirt, his normally frizzy hair is tied up in a ponytail and black sunglasses is Matheson. An Asda shopping trolley is next to him filled with different items from two by fours, steel pipes, nail gun with a pouch filled with nails, barbed wire, a windshield amongst other items.

Matheson
It started with a battle of wills with Andrew Watts, Alex Kaelin faced someone that wasn’t truly myself, it ends with the visionary Gavin Stephens.  I heard you recently Gavin and it made me laugh as you have forgotten I had battled Mr Kaelin, I wish I could forget but it is what it is, you are the third of the male trio to face me in the six sided ring. I hate to have to correct you but I’m sure you’d rather get your facts right before entering the arena this Sunday night.

It something I don’t think anyone in SCW would of possibly imagined would happen when they’d visit this fair city, the main event of Climax Control could be the most bloodiest, most cruellest and unforgiving known in recent Sin City Wrestling history, I’m sure they’d expect Mark Ward to exit the plane and head into the nearest brewery and get several barrels attached to his veins! But Northern Ireland will have to get use to the fact that a Belfast Brawl is going to ensue and what I do will not be held accountable to SCW.

Matheson pushes himself up and pulls out a cricket bat, covered in glass shards, nails, thumb tact’s and barbed wire. He grips hold of the handle and swings it underarm and then fiercely overarm.  

Matheson
I thought of doing this to a baseball bat, but they call it rounder’s and the bat’s aren’t as impressive as this, a crick-et bat which swings so well underarm or overarm. I’ve modified it to get its full potential out of it! Can you just imagine this coming towards your face, Gavin, the sharp nails, razor sharp barb wire with glass shard and if they don’t get you then the thumb tact’s and this fine piece of wood too.

Matheson gets the bat and rubs it against his own forehead, he breaths in and out more frequently as he does this, pulling the bat away to reveal his forehead beginning to trickle with blood.

Matheson
This match will suit you, Gavin, because you like to get down and physical with your brawler mentality. But when you’re facing someone who lives, breaths and dreams of matches like this, you’re going to be in a whole world of pain. Imagine the ring completely transformed to having no ropes, three sides with barbed wire, the others having nothing there at all, the floor having wood with barbed wire on and off course whatever you and I bring to the ring too. And trust me I’ve got a lot more toys to play with when the bell rings!

You might be a visionary so I’d like to see how this vision ends? Does it end with a hat trick of wins for the Rejects or will it be too much to see when you step into Matheson’s playhouse of nightmares!

Matheson places the cricket bat back into the shopping trolley, he grabs the handle and pushes it along past the camera, leaving the reflection of the cameraman and Matheson walk off into the distance as the scene fades away..

 [[ Several years ago ]]

The bright light piercing through the tree branches and shines directly onto Drexel’s face. His eyes flicker open slowly, lifting his hand up to cover the bright light before turning his head away. Drexel had been dreaming of being with his parents again, the thought of freedom and the warm comfort of family love is getting young Drexel through the days. He had lost count of how long he had been gone, the elders have tortured him with beatings, reading scriptures of passages written by this leader, others who had been in the same room as the torture have converted into their way of life. Drexel refuses to accept this way of life. The creaking sound of the wooden door opens as Drexel sits up in his bed, focusing his blurry eyes on the robed man before him, he adjusts himself so the sun isn’t shining on his face to get a better look at the man. His heart sinks.

An Elder
Good Morning Drexel.

It was the man who kidnaped him not to long ago. Stepping on his football and coercing him into the van. Drexel had thought about that day over and over in his mind, thinking what he should of done instead, playing out scenarios of walking away or doing something else. Those scenarios couldn’t change the reality of the situation.

An Elder
I hope you are well rested.

Every morning was the same routine of getting up, going to the leader, seeing if we’d like to follow his ways of life and learn more of his teachings. Drexel showed too much willing to not cooperate. Drexel’s body is covered with lacerations and bruises from the torture the elders put him through, coming back to the cabin each night to wash the dry and fresh blood from his body. Drexel gets out of the bed, his limbs aching through the trauma, he stands before the elder with his head lowered.

An Elder
Maybe you will comply with the way of our leader, Drexel.

The elder smiles as he places his hands on the young Drexel’s shoulders.

An Elder
Our way of life isn’t so bad, once you’ve been enlightened then you can broaden your horizon, see the world in a whole new way. You can help overs through this process and in time you could be like me. A person of great power.

Drexel nods his head reluctantly, the elder smiles believing the torture is finally working on the young boy, but Drexel’s will is far from being broken. He follows the leader through the camp, the followers look on as other elders lead other young boys and girls from cabins situated around the camp. Drexel looks around at them in the hope there was someone as strong as him. But they all look downtrodden and broken. Drexel looks at the camp itself. It seemed so big to be unnoticed by the world, hundreds of wooden cabins surrounded by big trees, yet according to some of the followers they’ve been here for many years. The elders lead the young children into a large wooden building, used as the main hall, other elders stand before the chair of the Leader. Drexel stands near the back as the elders shut the door behind them and shuffle themselves through the children to join the others. The leader walks through a door behind his chair and sits down, his chair like a throne as the older elders hold torches that are lit, the elder that brought Drexel stands near the side of the older elders but his eyes transfixed on Drexel.

Leader:
Welcome my brothers and sisters!

Some of the children comply by kneeling down before the leader, who smiles and lets out an over the top laugh, stepping off his throne and walks over to the young children in glee.

Leader:
We’ve finally made it Brother Owen, Brother Kaiden and Sister Eloise. Please join your fellow brothers and sisters as you’ve been enlightened!

The three gets back up to their feet and leave the main hall. Leaving the other children staring with fear in their eyes towards the leader, Drexel just stares towards the elder who brought him in, if he could rush over to grab the older elders lit torch and ram it into his face.

Leader:
Today is a new day on our road to the enlightenment. Today is the day that some of you, like Brother Owen, Brother Kaiden and Sister Eloise will see that our way of life is one to be cherished. We’re not monsters.

He chuckles to himself, about to continue but his eye is caught by his glance towards Drexel, he isn’t focused on him but staring blankly to the side. The Leader looks curious.

Leader:
Brother Drexel?

Drexel averts his eyes from the elder and looks towards the leader.

Leader:
Do I bore you?

Drexel lowers his eyes to the floor. If he lowered himself onto the floor, like the other three, maybe he could be excused. Drexel drops down onto his knees.

Drexel
I pledge myself to you and your teachings.

He lies.

Leader:
This is most wonderful, brother Drexel!

The leader walks over and places his hands on Drexel’s shoulder. Instinct kicks in as without even thinking about it, Drexel thrusts his forehead forward and headbutts the leader in the crotch. Jumping up and hitting him as hard as he can with his right fist, he pushes the other children away as he heads towards the door, some of the elders give chase as Drexel flies through the door and he runs through the camp. The followers of the leader try to apprehend him to little success, running towards the trees and darts through the trunks, he could hear the voices of the elders chasing him but he would not look back. Drexel was running with all his might as he rushes through a small cutting to find that his path is blocked by a high chained fence, Drexel goes to leap onto it but notices the ‘electrified fence’ sign. He looks to see if there is any where he could run too, but the elders have made it into the cutting, Drexel has nowhere to run too. The elder who kidnaped him rushes towards him and zaps him with a Taser gun.

An Elder
You shouldn’t of done that..

The elder grabs him by his feet, another walks over and grabs the other, the two of them with the rest of the elders head back towards the camp as Drexel is powerless to do anything. A tear rolls down the side of his forehead as he closes his eyes with the feeling of pure terror running through his mind.

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[[ A Year Ago ]]

When we meet real tragedy in life, we can react in two ways - either by losing hope and falling into self-destructive habits, or by using the challenge to find our inner strength…

After several years of captivity, torture and the endless droning from the scriptures of the leader. Matheson finally has broken the chains that bounded him and is back into society, breathing the air a free man. Although he didn’t have the money to buy food or travel, Matheson hitch-hiked his way back to his hometown, starving and lonely as he walks down the high street he once walked with his parents. It had changed from what he remembered. He walks through the local streets until he reaches the street of his home; it hadn’t changed at all, from the cracked paint work to the apple tree on the corner. Matheson walks up to the front door and stands there with his hand poised to knock. His heart racing a thousand beats a second. His mind all over the place as to what to say or do when the door opens, Matheson steps back and walks towards the window and looks in, the house had changed on the inside and the pictures on the wall wasn’t of him nor his parents. They had moved. Matheson’ heart sinks as he steps away from the porch and heads back towards the town.

Maybe the house had too many memories of you

Matheson:
That was my parents legacy

Matheson looks around to see if anyone had noticed him talking to himself

After all these years, they probably presumed you were dead, they’ve moved and got on with their lives.

Matheson shakes his head

Matheson
No, you’re wrong.

Matheson walks to the library and walks in, heading to the directory to look for his parents, scanning through the pages to see they aren’t listed. Slightly bemused he walks over to the old lady sitting behind the desk.

librarian :
How can I help you, dear?

Matheson
I’m trying to find a couple who used to live in the town.

librarian :
Have you tried the town hall?

Why don’t you punch her in the face

Matheson
NO!

Matheson lets out a cough as the librarian looks taken back by his snap response.

Matheson
No I haven’t, maybe you remember them, the Mathesons?

The librarian looks slightly in shock.

Matheson
You know of them?

The librarian nods her head.

librarian :
Indeed I do, poor souls.

Matheson
What happened?

librarian :
They were the most wonderful of families, well known and respected in the community, until their son disappeared from the school one day. No one ever expected the father of killing him.

Matheson’s whole body goes numb hearing this.

librarian :
I don’t believe he did it but you know how it is with things like that, awfully sensitive and all, the mother couldn’t take the abuse given to her so she killed the husband before taking her own life.

Matheson places his hand on the table in shock

librarian :
They never did recover the boy’s body, Drexel Matheson was his name, such a tragic story. If you like you can see the newspaper cuttings with the machine over there, dear.

Matheson nods his head as he is unable to speak, walking over to the machine and slumping down into it, the librarian wonders over and places the right documents into it.

librarian :
There you go, just turn that nozzle to switch pages and that lever to zoom in and out, okay.

Matheson
Thank you.

The librarian smiles courteously and wonders back to her desk, Matheson looks at the screen that reads “DREXEL MATHESON MISSING” Matheson begins to read the fabricated story of how eye witnesses saw his father in the area, how the school failed to keep him safe from the predator, how his friends Ben and Paul lied through their teeth about that morning. Matheson turns the nozzle a few times to see the follow up headlines until he sees “MATHESON SUICIDE MURDER”. How his mother couldn’t live knowing her husband killed their son, police releasing him on bail that very night for his mother to shoot his father with a shotgun purchased at Randy’s Pawn Brokers before topping herself with pills and alcohol. Matheson gets up from the machine and heads out of the library with tears rolling down his face.

After all this time they’re dead!

Matheson
SHUT UP!

Your poor father, killed and wrongly accused, your poor mother, a murderer!

Matheson
STOP IT!

Matheson runs down the busy street towards the cemetery. For the next hour he walks down each row of graves until he finds ‘Matheson’. Slumping onto his knees to see that it has been horribly defaces with graffiti and broken bottle shards scattered over the headstone. Matheson pushes the glass off, cutting his hand in the process, tears streaming down his face as the one thing he had longed for was gone. His parents love. Matheson gets up and walks out of the graveyard and heads towards a building, on the side it looked like a bar, pushing the door open to see that it is far from it. Inside is a gymnasium filled with weights, training equipment and a ring. Matheson glares towards the ring.

You can’t wrestle or box, look at you, you’re weak!

Matheson
What have I got to lose?

So the humiliation of your parents deaths isn’t enough for you, you’d like to do it in front of a crowd

Matheson
For years I have wanted my old life back! I wanted to try to be normal but normality is something that I’ll never be or have.

Matheson glances towards the alleyway to his left and sees old broken bits of timber, rusty nails, a trash can filled with bottles and broken glass shards, a broken arm chair with springs popping through the padding.

Matheson
I can train to be a wrestler and I can inflict my pain untoward them. Specialising in the word of hardcore wrestling, taking those nails and hammering it into the timber, pulling the springs out to shove into people’s heads, scattering the glass over the canvas and smashing uncovered bodies onto the glass; Shredding the skin and scaring them like my life has been scared!

Make them bleed.. Make them SUFFER

Matheson
Like I have suffered!

One of the gym trainers walks up to Matheson with a concerned look on his face.

Trainer
Can I help you?

Matheson smiles.

Matheson
You sure can

Matheson steps into the gym with the trainer, the door slowly closing behind them.

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[[ Present Day ]]

Matheson looks bare as he stands in the middle of an abandoned warehouse, wearing his normal attire of his trademark black leather jacket, t-shirt, jean shorts with black boots and white socks. His brown hair with blonde streaks seems to be extra curly as he stands there with his hands in his jean pockets.

I don’t think anyone expected me to defeat the man known as Lord Raab. The imposing masked German monster who has graced the national audience with many promotions, the man who has held countless championships and held in high regard in man social circles, indeed Lord Stefan Raab would have been the odds on favourite to defeat the man known as Matheson. But that wasn’t the case. Matheson shakes his head looking disappointed. No, Lord Raab didn’t get the victory to make me his next victim. He didn’t walk out victorious as he said. I proved to be the stumbling block that he didn’t see coming. The man who delves into the heart of pain, grabbing anything he can to use as a weapon, to see and make his opponent hurt by any means necessary. I used Tac’s as you went face first into them. Lord Raab didn’t scratch my name into his list of victims, instead he was pulling tacs from his mask, left licking the blood from the puncture marks left on his body from my hand. Indeed the man who thrives upon pain was left feeling the pain of loss.

Matheson lets out a hacking cough, covering his mouth with the back of his hand, gathering his bearings before continuing.

George Bernard Shaw once said ‘Progress is impossible without change, and those who cannot change their minds cannot change anything.’ This week I’ll be going one on one with the man who has entered SCW from the defunct promotion known as Uncensored INC. What change will I have to make you might ask, putting George Bernard Shaw’s quote into perspective, well the change is that I won’t be able to bring weapons in to play with. I won’t be able to rely on the ‘Roulette’ rules like I had with Stefan Raab. Climax Control will see Matheson in a new light. Matheson smiles I love the fact that when I heard of my match up this coming week, people doubted my ability within the ring, saying I thrive upon the hardcore style of wrestling. How would I adapt facing someone of technical expertise? The key word is adapt. If a Lion was taken from the wild and shoved in a urban jungle, fright and panic will run riot, police and zoologists will try to capture him but a Lion wouldn’t stand still because it isn’t its normal environment. The lion would adapt and do what it must do to survive. That is what I will do this week on Climax Control, Andrew Watts possibly has the upper hand but I won’t stand there wondering what to do. Scratching my ass as I’m confused why I cannot use weapons. This profession is known for its wrestling, although it could be seen as something else if you go by social media, but mainly for wrestling and that is exactly what I’ll do with Andrew Watts.. Wrestle.

Matheson pulls his hands out of his pocket and cracks each of his knuckles.

The Players Club entered SCW and looked for dominance; they’d hoped for a clean sweep of victories on their first Climax Control, Hydro didn’t see Andrew Watts coming though. Watts and Hydro had an almighty battle which left the players club feeling defeat whilst the Outlaw prevailed. Matheson sniggers SCW’s Outlaw; A man who has broken the law, especially one who remains at large or is considered a fugitive. A man who previously went by the ever so catchy ‘Mr Legacy’, to being known as simply ‘The Renegade‘, ‘Outlaw’ being his new calling card for the world of Sin. Why outlaw, Andrew? What laws have you broken or what have you done to be considered a ‘fugitive’? I did watch one of your items from Uncensored INC where you humiliated Wesley Phoenix through visual aids, from him being nude with just a title belt to his trunks being pulled down on a ladder. Maybe that’s why you’re an outlaw. There is no boundaries with you as you’re shooting from the hips. Do you know what I’d been dubbed? The Inhuman Monstrum. Interesting concept when a fugitive faces a man knows lacking human qualities of compassion, mercy and is cruel and barbaric. If the match was going by nick-names.. The outlaw doesn’t match the inhuman monstrum. If we’re comparing things on paper, going for matches won over the years, you would definitely beat me mathematically as to highlight your win loss record. 81 – 18 prior to your victory over Hydro. 82 victories and 18 losses. A lot of people would love a record like that. Mine doesn’t quite match up to that. Luckily for us names and statistics mean little when the bell is rung.

I know you’re wanting to be the top dog of the SCW, aiming for the top prize of the SCW Heavyweight Championship, I’m pretty sure all the new people in the SCW, and the guys who’ve signed up to the ASW want to achieve that goal. I know I’d like to one day but I’m realistic. How many of the guys say they want to be top dog of the yard when they debut? Sure they impress in a few matches but not many step up to the big title in that time frame. The SCW belt is more prestigious than just giving a title shot to anyone. You have got to earn that respect and beating me may not be your calibre of wrestler you’d want but you’re lumbered with me. Beating me may not certify yourself as being a title contender, like if you defeated someone like Drake Green or Sean Jackson, but you’ve got to put on a show to make sure your name stands out amongst most. I may not be technically gifted like you and I may not give you the match of the year but what I’ll give you is a challenge. Matheson coughs again, hacking away, trying to clear his throat before continuing. You want to be that SCW Heavyweight Champion then you’re going to show Christian Underwood, Mark Ward and Erik Staggs what you can do within the six sided ring. A member of the Players Club, Hydro has been checked of your list, perhaps you can tick Drexel Matheson off on that list too. But by doing so you’re going to have to be at the best of your ability. I saw on Twitter that Drake Green sees you as someone that could give him a challenging match through your technical ability. Coming from the two time heavyweight champion, I should be honoured I get this chance before him. I’m not. I want to do the same as you, Andrew, I want to show the backbone of the SCW that I’m not a one trick pony, that weapons isn’t what I am always about. That when it comes down to it, I can put on a performance like everyone else in this promotion, that Matheson can compete with the best that the SCW has to offer. It is true I have my eye on the Roulette Championship but doesn’t mean I don’t want to beat the likes of you when a chance like this arises.

I won’t back down from you, Watts, you maybe the so-called Outlaw of SCW with a pedigree like no other, but I will not be a pushover and you may be surprised when we outshine everyone on this show as we have the match of the night! I look forward to staring at you across the ring this Sunday, I’ll have much more pleasure staring at you as you lay on the canvas, left in shock as my arm is raised in the air as the match winner. I’ll see you at Climax Control and don’t worry, I’ll leave my weapons in the back, doesn’t mean I’ll be removing the ones at ringside..

Matheson smiles as he turns and walks towards the exit, his footsteps echoing through the empty space, he reaches the door and heads out as the one light in the warehouse flickers off and darkness  engulfs the warehouse with the sound of the door slamming shut.