[Matheson]

 [[ Several Years Ago ]]

Be happy for this moment. This moment is your life..

Woman’s Voice
Come on Drexel, we’re going to be late!

Drexel
Okay mom

A young boy grabs his jacket off his desk chair and school bag from the floor, rushing down the small hallway and clumping down the stairs to his parents annoyance, he jumps over the threshold of the door and stomps down the pathway as his impatient father shuts the door behind him. Drexel rushes to catch up to his mother, who is pushing his little brother in the three wheeled pushchair, the father wearing a suit and eating a piece of toast as he gets to the car.

Father
I’m looking forward to your big game, champ

Drexel turns and smiles at his Dad with great pride filling his young body. His father hasn’t been able to see any of his games until today, it will be the greatest feeling getting up in front of everyone but only one person matters, his father. Drexel catches up to his mother and holds onto the pushchair as they head down the street, the Dad jumps into the car, pulls out and honks the horn to say his goodbyes.

Mother
Now you’ve got everything you need for today?

Drexel
Yes mom

Mother
Got your homework?

Drexel
Yes mom

Mother
Got your books?

Drexel
Yes mom

Mother
You got your sneakers?

Drexel
Yes mom! I’ve got everything!

Mother
I’ve got to check, Drex, I don’t want to look like a bad mother!

Drexel looks up to his mother.

Drexel
You’re the best mother a boy can have!

His mom smiles

Mother
I like to think so, after all I am ‘cool’, right? That’s what the kids say these days, right?

Drexel
You’ll never be cool mom.

Drexel and his mother share a laugh together. They are soon reaching the school gates with other parents walking their children, Drexel smiles towards his friends Ben and Paul, he grips hold of his mother’s hand and they kiss.

Mother
You have a brilliant day, Drex, and I’ll see you later on for your game!

Drexel begins to walk away when he’s felt embarrassed by his mother shouting out ‘I love you’ Drexel’s cheeks turn a rosy red as he turns and returns the favour.

Drexel
I love you too, Mom.

Ben and Paul walk up to him, laughing, Drexel shakes his head.

Drexel
Shut up guys

Paul
Mommy’s boy!

Ben
I’m surprised you’re not wearing a diaper, pacifier and holding a rattle, Drex.

Paul
I’m pretty sure his little brother was walking and Drex was sitting in the pushchair. Honestly, you cannot be that much of a baby!

Drexel
Fuck off!

Ben and Paul have been Drexel’s friend for many years now. Even if the abuse they give him makes him want to punch them.  

Ben
Fancy a quick kickabout?

Ben takes his rucksack of his back and pulls out a football, dropping it on the ground as he kicks the ball to Paul, Paul tries to keep the ball up in the air before passing it to Drexel who attempts the same, but cannot do it like his friend. Ben gets his rucksack on and the three share a kick about before the sound of the morning bell. Drexel tries to control the ball but accidently kicks it away.

Ben
You better get that, nutsack!

Drexel
Alright, alright.

Drexel chases the ball towards the road, many of the students could of stopped it for him but chose not to, Ben and Paul try to wait for him but the teacher ushers them into the building. Drexel finally gets towards the ball when a foot stands on it. Drexel looks up towards the man.

Drexel
Can I have my ball back?

The man kneels down and picks the ball up, throwing it a couple times in the air and catching it, he is about to pass the ball back to the young boy but stops.

Man holding the ball
What’s your name?

Drexel
It’s Drex.

Man holding the ball
That’s an unusual name

Drexel
Well it was going to be ‘McDonald’s Vouchers’ as my parents wanted free food if I was born in one of their restaurants, but the manager said no so they named me Drex

The man smirks.

Man holding the ball
True story, I’m sure.

A van grinds to a halt just behind the man.

Man holding the ball
Guess what?

Drexel glances towards the van

Drexel
What?

Man holding the ball
Today is going to be your lucky day!

The van doors slide open and two men step out and grab a hold of Drexel, covering his mouth and grasping hold of the wiggling child, the man drops the ball on the grass as they carry him into the back of the van.

Man who had been holding the ball
Today is the day you get Enlightened!

The man steps in after them as the door slides shut and the van squeals away, leaving a dust cloud in its wake. One of the teachers, who is completely obvious to what had just happened, walks over to the ball and picks it up. He whistles as he walks towards the school with the van driving off in the distance.

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[[ A couple of years later ]]

He’d been dreaming of that fateful day again, waking up in a cold sweat and tears rolling down his face, all he craved was to return to that day and control the ball better. Then he’d be in school and someone else would of gone through the ordeal he’d been through. But history has the tendencies of not changing. Drexel sits on the edge of his bunk, the sight of the trees can be seen through his cabin window, he sighs as he places his dark robes on and heads out of his private quarters and into the wooded camp. Many of the disciples had been up for hours cutting wood, hunting for food and studying the ways of the leader.

Fellow disciple
Good morning my brother.

Drexel presses his hands together and bows his head.

Drexel
Good morning.

He smiles and the disciple carries on with his chores. Drexel had battled in the early days with the teachings and trying to escape the camp on multiple times. But the leader and disciples with higher powers beat him to an inch of his life, throwing him into the box for days, torching him in ways he’d never even imagined. Drexel doesn’t truly believe what the teachings are about and deep down inside knows he is stronger than most around him. He is still young. That is one of the things that keeps him grounded more than anything else.

Voice
Drexel!

The young man turns around to see one of the higher powered disciples walking up to him, Drexel bows his head, putting his hands into a prey position as he awaits the elder.

Higher Powered Disciple
The leader requests your presence.

Drexel lifts his head up with a curious look upon his face.

Higher Powered Disciple
It’s time.

He holds his arm up to signify to follow him. Drexel had heard whispers that his initiation wasn’t too far away, asking questions to that fact lead to him being shut out in silence, unsure what was involved he walked side by side with the higher powered man through the camp and up to the main building. Overshadowed by the tall trees that keeps their camp sheltered, Drexel pushes the door open and steps in to see that the main hall was in pitch black, he could hear the sound of heavy breathing as the door clicks shut.

Voice
WELCOME DREX!

Several disciples light matches and light their torches, lighting the room to show all the higher powered disciples standing in a circle, the leader sitting on his throne like chair with Drexel standing in front of a frightened little boy. His hands and feet bound as a flashback hits him of the same scenario of his arrival. Drex opens his eyes and looks between the boy and the leader.

Leader
Many of our brothers do not think this is your time. Many of them disagree with me saying you’re not truly one of us!

The leader bursts out laughing before shooting a dirty look to one of the elder disciples to his right.

Leader
We need enlightenment, not just individually but collectively, to save this community. We need to awaken ourselves. We need to practice mindfulness if we want to have a future, if we want to save ourselves and our way of life!

The leader turns and points to Drexel.

Leader
Enlightenment is always there. Small enlightenment will bring great enlightenment. If you breathe in and are aware that you are alive - that you can touch the miracle of being alive - then that is a kind of enlightenment. Drexel, I think it’s time for you to have that small embrace of enlightenment.

He steps off his throne and steps into the circle.

Leader
Our brothers have found us a new disciple! The new breed for a better tomorrow! My Brothers welcomes you, Alexander. The Enlightenment you are about to learn will change the ways of how you see this corrupt world! See it for what it truly is! YOU WILL BE SAVED!

The leader steps over towards Drexel and wraps his arm around his shoulders, gazing down at the frightened boy.

Leader
This is your first step, Alexander, I hope you do not fight as young Drexel did

He points to Drexel’s torso.

Leader
Broken ribs…

The leader brushes Drexel’s long hair out of his face to show the marks on his forehead.

Leader
Concussions and scars…

The leader points down to Drex’s legs.

Leader
To breaking and tearing muscles.

The leader lets out a laugh as his hold around Drexel’s shoulders tightens and he whispers into his ear

Leader
Do not let me down..

The leader steps out of the circle and back up to his chair as the disciples pull their hoods on with some throwing in weapons. Drexel looks into the crying eyes of the young boy, knowing all too well the feeling of being scared of this unknown cult, but for him to rise up against the leader and the elders he’d have to show willing. The sacrifices he makes along the way will be ones that linger in his memory. Drexel kneels down and picks up one of the nearby weapons, as he does so he whispers to the young kid.

Drexel
Your sacrifice will be legendary…

[[ Several Hours Later ]]

Blood spatter covers Drexel’s face as he grabs a hold of his sponge, dunking it into the pearl white basin filled with water, he then begins to wipe his face with the sponge. The water becoming diluted with blood as he cleans the sponge off A tear rolls down his cheek as he stares at himself in the small circular mirror on the cabin shelf.

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Drexel
It was the only way for them to believe that I am one of them.

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Drexel
He will be ‘Enlightened’ into their teachings but maybe he’ll see things my way.

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Drexel
It may have been a baby step but everything will come into place, you’ll see.

Drexel smiles as he wipes more of the blood from his face.

Drexel
Today is the day that Matheson was born!

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[[ Present Day ]]

Cracking his neck from side to side, walking down a small alleyway, knocking over empty bottles with his feet as he steps inside one of the nearby buildings. Jumping a few steps of the stairwell at a time Finally reaching the landing he steps through the door into a narrow corridor before pulling out a set of keys, grabbing the key he wants and opening the door of a small flat. He slumps down onto the bed and places the item in his hands on the nearby table, pressing the red button of what appears to be a camcorder, the man brushes his hair out of his face to reveal the man who debuted on iShow screens a few Sundays ago. The man known simply as Matheson

Mahatma Gandhi once said that 'he objected to violence because when it appears to do good, the good is only temporary; the evil it does is permanent' and being a man of great visionary knew what he was talking about. A man seeking to gain the Sin City Wrestling Roulette Championship, although the premise would be good and temporary, the evil that would be inflicted upon that path would be evil and permanent. Matheson smiles Let me try to speak in your native tongue, Lord Raab, ‘Wissen ist Macht.’ Knowledge is power. Knowing who you’re facing is learning is the eye of the mind. Not much is known about me but being Stefan Raab, having the media coverage from APW to 4CW has it’s great advantages. APW famous for its survive and conquer battle royals, APW home of such names like Terry Marvin, Chris Hart, CJ Gates, Level One, Jason Kash to name a few. You did well in 2013 there, Stefan, being a Suicidal Champion and involved in the most talked about matches in their former history against Asylum. He sarcastically claps A man who has the addiction to violence, someone after my own heart. In German it’s Auf einen großen Klotz gehört ein großer Keil. For those who didn’t understand that, it means ‘You must meet roughness with roughness’ From APW, 4CW and even IW. Stefan Raab, or, Lord Raab is creating a legacy within this industry as one of the Monsters to beat. Well I intend to beat Lord Raab upon his return to Sin City Wrestling and show what the Roulette division what it is missing.

Matheson pulls up a trash can filled with weapons and places it next to him.

’Anfangen ist leicht, beharren eine Kunst’ .. To begin is easy, to persist is art. The canvas is there to create moments of history, create moments that will live in the eyes of the beholder. On a show filled with debuting wrestlers looking to forge their names into the history books, the one match that will be remembered over most will be the first encounter of Lord Raab and Matheson! I know three men hold the Roulette Championship, Equinox wants to win the championship back, but when you’ve got a giant German monster and a sick, twisted son of a bitch like myself going to rip the bricks of the walls just to make them bleed.. The Roulette Championship is going to go to the extreme and that starts with us, Stefan. I don’t care what the match type is as long as I can show SCW and yourself just who the hell I am! Matheson reaches into the can and pulls out a staple gun and presses off a few rounds into his head, causing trickles of blood to go down his face. Spin the wheel let it land on Tables, let it land on boxes on a poll, let it spin and land on a cage I don’t care, Stefan doesn’t care. All he wants to do is wrestle and make people regret doing so. Trouble is with that is I’m not going to be regretting it, I’ll be thriving upon it, especially when the referee proclaims me the winner leaving a bitter sweet taste in your mouth. For this, in my eyes, isn’t a one off match, I think this is the start of chain reaction that no one can stop! As the old term goes in Wrestling, Blut ist dicker als Wasser… Blood is thicker than water! I will look forward to making you bleed through your mask, Stefan.

Matheson pulls out four light tubes that have been taped together, with barbed wire wrapped around it, he looks at his handiwork and smiles.

Gleiche Gemüter suchen sich. For Great minds agree! You call yourself a monster and I’ve been called one myself. You want to show the SCW why, as do I. I think it is fair to say that most people will be looking forward to the Uncensored people emigrating into Nevada, but will they be saying that after our encounter? Will the talk of the town be of Matheson and Raab literally beating the holy hell out of each other, leaving broken bones and pools of blood in its wake? I really hope the three champions are watching this match as one of us will be challenging for that title sometime in the future. I don’t intend on making you look good, Stefan, I intend on making you feel pain like I have felt throughout my teenage years! I will cause you great suffering Stefan Raab! You will be known as the German Monster whilst I will be known as being the Inhuman Monstrum! I’ll see you in the six sided ring when our fate is decided by a simple spin of the wheel!

Matheson pushes the can off the bed, causing it to land with an almighty thud, he leans over and presses the stop button on the camcorder. He smiles knowing his match will be one too remember going into the SCW 100th show. He leans back onto the bed and closes his eyes.