[Thatcher Rex]

 

There have been doubts….

People have questioned it….

Some have outright challenged the fact….

But Thatcher Rex is, in truth, everything that he ever claimed to be.

My first match in SCW was December 2, and not one soul could pin me up until April 14. I picked up the Roulette Title, liberating it from a spoiled brat that couldn’t be bothered to make appearances until I showed up. I picked up this belt despite the interference of three other individuals, one of which I just recently knocked the piss out of with a dog chain. Duke Ata Tupoi, the guy who’s been running roughshod all over ACW, the guy whose dominance has been raved about in many circles, finally hit an obstacle that just wouldn’t cave to his momentum. Sure, he was tough when he jumped people from behind, but when he came face to face with a true competitor, he fell flat on his ass. He looked around in shock, absolute shock, as the realization dawned on him that there is no one on this planet that can push Thatcher Rex and get away with it.  

James Huntington-Hawkes III tried it, and failed. Giani Di Luca tried it, and failed. Duke Ata Tupoi tried, and failed spectacularly.

So I’m putting the rest of you on notice. This is my ring. If you want to step up, that’s wonderful. Kudos to you for the courage. But all you’re going to get is knocked on your ass, because I won’t suffer some jackass with an attitude problem. I won’t put up with you just because you think you deserve something you don’t have.  I won’t tolerate you because you think I have something I don’t deserve. I’ve earned everything I have. I’ve shed blood and sweat in that ring and out of it. I haven’t been in SCW as long as Spike Staggs, or Jordan Williams. I haven’t established factions such as NXT or the Sins in this company… but you’d be a damn fool to think I haven’t been busy elsewhere. Sure, some of you think that only SCW matters, that nothing beyond it should count. Some of you think that the past is the past, and it should stay out of the present. What company is there, other than SCW? What else possibly matters? And it’s that mindset that has me shaking my head. The mere existence of NeWA proves such detractors to be short-sighted buffoons. The things that I have done, the things that I continue to do, are all part of who I am. The wars fought in EPW, the victories achieved in CWC, they’re who I am. I’ve proven that I still have what it takes to accomplish such things.

But there are some of you out there who choose not to acknowledge it. There are those who want to limit everything to SCW. They want to take away my accomplishments, to tell me that they don’t matter. You know who else had that mentality? Each and every person that I’ve bulldozed through. There is an oft-used saying, but it is ever relevant: those who fail to acknowledge history are doomed to repeat it. Past accomplishments are in the past, and that’s the truth… but you need to take a look at the man who has achieved so very much and ask yourself one. Simple. Question.

Is he still that man?

If not, then you have nothing to worry about.

If that man has proven otherwise, then you’d best start chowing down on some Wheaties, because you’ll need to be in your pique physical condition to even think about bringing him down.

And yes, Matthew Kennedy, I am talking to you.

I’m not facing you in this Mixed Tag match, true enough, but you’re the Number One Contender to my Roulette Title, so we’ll be facing off soon enough. This is your one warning, though: call it fair. Call it down the middle. Be the referee, not the lackey of Team Erik. Because I guarantee, if you screw Faith and I over, then you won’t just fail in your bid for the Roulette Championship… you’ll be hospitalized over it. You’ll wake up to the sound of an EKG machine months later, only to realize that Team Erik has dissipated, fallen apart, shattered. So before you decide you want to get your shots in when you have the prime opportunity, remember to ask yourself that one question: is Thatcher Rex the same man he was two years ago?

Yes.

Yes I am.

Just ask Casey Williams. You and I met in the ring before, Casey. I remember it well. I’d teamed with Sinful Obsession against James Huntington-Hawkes III and Giani Di Luca. They had a card up their sleeve from the beginning in the fact that they had a mystery partner, an individual whose identity was kept secret until the very end. Lo and behold, the surprise turned out to be the seven-foot monster known as Casey Williams, who… did absolutely jack-all. Despite his size, despite his power, the Freight Train of Fail proved just how impotent he truly was in the ring. You stepped up, tripped, and fell flat on your face, buddy.

Now, you were a member of PrYde, were you not? I remember PrYde; it was to a member of that place that I lost the CWC North American Championship. It was an individual that went by the name of Alexander StarZoe. That match took out of us everything we had, and then some. A great competitor, and a worthy successor to that belt. But I don’t see that greatness in you, Casey. You’re a brute, a bully, a big bastard that thinks his stature is all that he needs. Well, you don’t impress me, big man, and you certainly don’t intimidate me. You’re bigger than anyone in SCW, but you’re going up against the one man who can chop you down to size, then continue until you’re nothing but a stump. You once stated that I remind you of, well, you… power, strength, and so on. But there is so much more to Thatcher Rex than brute force… and I think you learned that the last time we faced one another. You’re no weakling, and anyone who makes that claim deserves what’s coming to them. But at the same time, I’m simply better. Back when you were revealed to be the mystery entrant, you said you wouldn’t allow me to stop you, that you weren’t going to fall short to Sinful Obsession once more.

But you did.

And for the second time, you’re going to fall short of Thatcher Rex.


And Necra Octavian Kane is going to fall short of my partner, Faith.

Faith, I’ll be honest… I don’t know much about you. I don’t know much about the woman whose ass your going to kick, either; there are a few Bombshells who have my attention, generally for negative reasons. Misty and Odette are at the forefront; the former for being a treacherous, selfish twat, and the latter for being a friend. I have interacted with neither of you, though… but I do know one thing. Faith, you can run with the best of them. You have the potential to step up and reign over the Bombshell Division. All you need is a little push, that extra incentive to whet that appetite. Defeating the current Bombshell Roulette Champion will do just that, and I know for a fact that you can do it. Necra’s a tough broad, no mistake. She’s not some pushover, not some cardboard champion. She has some fire, and she’s going to give you a run for your money. Focus on your goal, and keep with it. You’ve got it in you to be one of the greats, Faith, and I want to see you shine like a beacon on Sunday.

This is Roulette Rules, ladies and gentlemen. My territory. I’ve had more stipulation matches than normal ones since I signed the SCW contract, and one thing is certain: I’m good at them. Very good. There’s a reason it took six months for the Tyrant King to actually be pinned; I know how to play these games, and I play them with the skill of a veteran.

Those of you in the crowd will fill the building to capacity on Sunday night, eyes glued to the squared circle in the center. You’re going to knowingly nod when Thatcher Rex makes his entrance, and you’re going to elbow your friend to make sure he knows that I don’t fall. Stipulation or not, I will not be bested at my own game. I’ve played the games of others for far too long, and have been able to leave them helpless and sniveling, cursing my name while simultaneously wondering how they were beaten at something they thought they were so good at. So will it be with you, Casey Williams. So will it be with you, Necra Ovtavian Kane.

Casey, you held the Roulette Title for three months. The only person whose held it longer than you is James Huntington-Hawkes III, who held it for four months. I’ve only had it for two, but believe me when I say my reign is going to surpass yours. It’s going to surpass my predecessor’s. I’ve set records in every company I’ve been a part of, and I’ll be setting one more soon enough.

Longest reigning Roulette Champion.

Count on it.