[Matheson]

 [ [ F L A S H B A C K ] ]

Simone: Both men are struggling to get the upper hand here, and both men are getting tired.

Adams: They've got their pride on the line and neither one wants to lose this one.

Andrew breaks free but Drexel is right there with a clothesline. Andrew falls down to the mat hard. Drexel climbs the turnbuckle and tries for a Diving Elbow, but Andrew Watts jumps off of the mat, surprising everyone, especially Drexel, by getting up at the last second. He surprises everyone even more when he hits the Highlight in mid air! The crowd cheers as Andrew leans down for the cover.

1!
2!
2.5!
3!

Justin Decent: Your winner via pinfall... ANNNNNNNNNDREWWWW WAAAAAATTTTTTTTSSS!!!

Adams: A victory like this has to get you noticed in the back office when it comes to title considerations.

Simone: And it was a well-earned victory. Such a close contest.

"Love the Way You Hate Me" begins playing as Andrew raises his arms up in victory. He nudges Drexel with his foot a few times, finding him out cold. He smiles as he exits the ring.

[ [ A F T E R M A T H ] ]

Matheson slowly comes too as the arena lights dim, showing on the screen by the entranceway the masked face of Lord Raab, Jasmine St. John is knelt down next to Matheson with her hand on his chest. Matheson’s eyes try to focus on the referee but are slightly dazed. He is sure Jasmine is talking to him but Matheson cannot make it out as the words from Raab, Jasmine and the crowd are all mixed together. He slowly rolls to the ring apron and falls onto the padded floor on the outside, Jasmine walks over to the side of the ring, fans at ringside show their appreciation towards the inhuman monstrum as he gingerly gets to his feet. Matheson staggers over to the steel barricade and falls over it, some of the fans try to touch him, but he struggles to his feet and pushes his way through the crowd to the exit and falls through the door. SCW security stand in front of the door preventing some younger fans following him. Matheson drags himself towards the wall and sits himself next to it, head resting back as he breaths uncontrollably, Matheson bangs the back of his head on the wall several times.

<align=right>How could you let yourself be caught out like that</align>

Matheson closes his eyes.

Matheson:
It was in the balance, it could of gone either way, Watts managed to get the victory tonight.

<align=right>Go find him and the Rejects</align>

Matheson:
I could go in there and swing some steel chairs

<align=right>Watts defeated you, he needs to be punished, they all need to pay for what they have done here tonight</align>

Matheson contemplates that before puffing his cheeks out.

Matheson:
I’m annoyed at myself for leaving myself exposed

Shaking his head disapprovingly.

Matheson:
I knew he had that in his arsenal and I allowed myself to be susceptible to it!

He bangs his head on the wall with force.

Matheson:
Stupid, stupid…STUPID!

Matheson pushes his back against the wall and steps backwards until he’s back up to a vertical standpoint, feeling the back of his head with his right hand, he looks at his fingers to see that he’d cut himself open from the force of banging his head on the wall.

Matheson:
At least tonight they can see I’m not a one trick pony!

Glancing over at the trash can, it is filled with rubbish from the fans, but the immediate thought is to use the can as a weapon.

Matheson:
I may live for the roulette style matches but I took one of its new assets, Andrew Watts, to his limits tonight and it was his viper instinct that snapped and highlighted me!

<align=right>You lost, Drexel! YOU LOST</align>

Matheson:
And I’ll come back from this! Be it next week or the week after!

<align=right>Go find him and the Rejects! Take your frustration out on them!</align>

Matheson:
Not tonight. Our paths will cross again, we stole the show, SCW will want to see that again!

<align=right>He pinned you! He made you look weak! You’re Matheson the hardcore specialist, not Matheson the all-rounder, Watts exposed you and look at you! A LOSER! THEY ALL THINK IT!</align>

Matheson shuts his eyes, shaking his head, mumbling to himself.

<align=right>THOSE FANS ARE SAYING IT RIGHT NOW! DREXEL THE LOSER! DREXEL THE SPINELESS! YOU’RE A COWARD!</align>

Matheson:
Shut up!

Matheson grabs the trash can and lobs it against the wall, he rushes over and picks it back up, hitting it against the wall and floor before throwing the flattened Can across the hall. Matheson tries to get his composure back as he stands there heavily breathing, kicking some of the empty drink cartons on the floor, but the frustration and anger are still there within his body and mind. He needs to get out of here.

[ [ M E A N W H I L E ] ]

Ms Rocky Mountains walks through the hallways in the backstage area, after her interview with Andrew Watts and the revelation of the new super group, The Rejects, she wanted to catch an interview with Drexel Matheson. With a cameraman close behind her, she pushes the door that lead into where she believed Matheson would be. She stops and turns towards the cameraman.

Ms Rocky Mountains:
Hold on a second.

Ms Rocky Mountains presses her fingers against her lips to signify being quiet as he opens the door carefully and peaks in to see Drexel Matheson slumped up against the wall. Talking to himself as she watches with intrigue. The cameraman leans forward and whispers in the interviewers’ ear.

Cameraman:
Should I be recording this?

Ms Rocky Mountains contemplates it for a few moments.

Ms Rocky Mountains:
He looks a bit distraught, we’ll give him his space, we’ll catch him next week.

Cameraman:
Are you sure? This could be a big exclusive.

Ms Rocky Mountains:
I got that earlier with Andrew Watts, Alex Kaelin, Mikah and Gavin Stephens.

Ms Rocky Mountains steps back and holds her hand on the door so the door doesn’t make a noice when it closes.

Ms Rocky Mountains:
Let’s give him his space and we’ll question it next week.

Cameraman:
If you’re sure.

Ms Rocky Mountains:
I’m sure.

The cameraman walks back down the corridor they had originally walked up. Ms Rocky Mountains glances over her shoulder to the door wondering if it was the right decision, upon hearing the clattering of items, Ms Rocky Mountains sighs and follows her cameraman, content in her decision.

[ [ M E A N W H I L E ] ]

Matheson walks towards the door leading into the backstage area, pushing it open to see the sight of shadows in the distance, he doesn’t focus on that as he heads around to near the entranceway. One of the ringside technicians had brought his leather jacket backstage, leaving it on a nearby table, Matheson grabs his jacket and heads towards the exit. He may not have been victorious tonight but deep down he had hoped he has made some sort of impact.

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[ [ A R I Z O N A  S T A T E  W R E S T L I N G ] ]

The debut of the newest part of the SCW family, ASW, happened this past Thursday with former two time SCW Heavyweight opening the iShow. Hot Stuff Mark Ward, Dustin Holt amongst other graced the show in some sort of way. The main event was in full swing, two women remained as they battle for the ASW Women’s Championship, Kimberley Evans and Kaysie Sherell. Fans are left booing as the promotor, JJ Dixon, announces that due to both women touching the floor at the same time, the match to decide the inaugural champion will happen next week.

Matheson had managed to get a ticket for the show, sitting near the back and out of any light, he wasn’t there to watch the talent. He came just to see Kimberley Evans. After leaving Climax Control a few days ago, he got told that despite the Loss, Matheson would be entered into the Roulette Championship tournament and would be facing the debutant Blasted Monk and Kimberley’s Husband, Blaque Hart Bruce Evans.

Alexis: Ladies and gentlemen, due to both Kaysie Sherell’s and Kimberly Evans’ feet hitting the ringside floor at the same time…JJ Dixon has declared this match a draw!

Matheson smiles as he looks at the disheartened Kimberley. He saw Bruce earlier on the stage screen with his wife, he could enter the backstage and look for him, but he stays in his seat watching with great curiosity as the fans slowly make their way down ringside or to towards the exits.

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His eyes are getting heavier and heavier, his body getting cold with a light tingling sensation in his arms and legs, his mind focused but having the tendency to wonder every so often. Matheson lays on his hotel bed, wearing his trademark jean shorts and black t-shirt, he has been trying to get to sleep but he keeps thinking about his up-and-coming match. Matheson walks over to the window and peers through the curtains, complete darkness with the sky cloudy and little to no traffic, the only sight he can see is his own reflection. Matheson turns around and looks at the television, several dvd’s lay nearby with the marking ‘BHBE’ on, he perches himself on the bed and switches the television on. A match from Bruce Evans past plays as Matheson lets out a cough, looking at the assortment of weapons laying by his bare feet, from Kendo sticks to baseball bats, a pouch of tacs to several tins of lighter fluid. Matheson lifts his laptop screen up from the nearby table, pressing on the webcam record button, the light from the television illuminates half of his face as he begins to speak.

Vengeance is a monster of appetite, forever bloodthirsty and never filled. Matheson adjusts the laptop before continuing. Vengeance would have us assault an enemy's pride to beat him down. But vengeance hides a dangerous truth, for a humbled foe gains patience, courage, strength, and greater determination. I have had the urge to find Andrew Watts and seek vengeance for my own lapse of judgement, if it was the other way around I’m sure Watts would of done so, to prove his dominance and stake his territory like a dog does against a lamppost. He got the victory but I will get my vengeance, it may not be now, but I will be patient and when we meet again. Then you’ll not be taken to your limit but we’ll create a new limit that very night. Until that very time, Watts, Rejects, I will be watching you very closely. VERY closely.

‘Oh Canada’ can be heard subtly through the television, the red maple leaf reflects on the face of Matheson. He notices this and smiles at the camera.

I had a moment of wondering what Canadians are famous for, obviously Bruce you will say yourself, but funnily enough you didn’t grace any top 10, 50 or 1000. Canadians are well known for apologizing! After our encounter is that what you’re going to do, Blaque Hart, apologize for not being the great Canadian you proclaim to be? It is also known for having a great comic presence, Jim Carrey, John Candy, Dan Aykroyd, Seth Rogen and Mike Myers to name just a few, I can understand that Canadians can be perceived as being humorous. You believe to be something great yet most see you as a laughing stock! Another thing Canadians are well known for is giving the simpliest thing a different term, like ‘your glitch is showing’ means your belt is not tight enough. Is that what you mean when you’re going to be the one going through in this tournament, that it means something else, that you’re going to lose but giving it that adorable terminology to make it that bit more Canadian? Matheson places his hand on his chest. OH CAN-A-DA! It hold many record of longest streets, coastlines and holding records for Gold Medals at the winter Olympics. They are facts, Bruce, something you seem to confuse with bruce-logic. I heard you say that I do what I do for the fans…WRONG! That I put it all on the line because I want to “crave” for the attention…WRONG! That Hardcore wrestling is a “fad” and is done…WRONG! Let me correct you for a second Bruce. I couldn’t give a damn what the people in the audience wants. I don’t stand in the ring and listen to them, if they shout “TABLES” or stuff, I’m not a monkey who’ll leap out of the ring at there every command! Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart said it best.. I pay no attention whatever to anybody's praise or blame. I simply follow my own feelings

If I craved attention then I would care what the fans wanted, that I’d listen to social media and do it all for the fans, to push sales of SCW merchandise by wearing t-shirts and being a corporate mongrel. But I don’t want attention, I want to be in the ring doing what I do best, wrestle and hurt people! Which leads me onto the “hardcore wrestling” and it being a “fad” well I have a question for you, Mister Blaque Hart, what the hell are you doing in a division that involves anything? A spin of a wheel determines what sort of match it is. It could be an anything goes match, a table’s match, a Las Vegas Boulevard Street Fight.. anything can be picked by the spin of a wheel. And you want to be its champion. I think your guarantee is null and void, Bruce, you proclaim to be like me but saw the light. If that is true then you will know that I am one deadly son of a bitch when it comes to the roulette matches. Matheson reaches ahead of him, just behind the laptop and pulls out a pair of brass knuckle dusters, the knuckles covered in tacs, nails and glass shards, he places it onto his hand and clenches his fist. Blood dribbles down his white taped hands as he presses the knuckle duster into his forehead to make himself bleed. I don’t think you truly comprehend what you have got yourself into. This triple threat is Roulette Rules, whatever it lands on, it won’t matter as I’ll be looking to shred the skin of your face, Bruce, Kimberley did well in Arizona but will she have that same confidence knowing the man she loves had been bloodied, beaten and maimed at my hands. Going into her big Women’s Championship match, against Kaysie Sherell, will her heart and mind be on that contest or on the condition of her husband after the match this Sunday. Be a shame if she lived with that thought of ‘what if’ as Kaysie is crowned the new champion and Kimberley is within a heartbeat of being the inaugural champion. That niggling thought in her mind knowing that you, Bruce Evans, where the distraction that cost her the chance of immortality in ASW! You questioned me. Well perhaps you should question yourself! Your great desire to hold SCW gold, the promotion titles that has alluded you for all this time, is that great desire of yours really worth it compared to the women you love

I wrestled Lord Stefan Raab under roulette rules and I not only tamed the German monster, I slayed him, left him knowing that I was the better man when it came to destruction. Andrew Watts caught me out when I thought I could finally capitalise, the match was back and forth, we both wanted it as much as each other. He was the victor that night. That leaves me with that niggle in the back of my mind, if I hadn’t of gone to the ropes then I might have had that better opportunity of winning, that will bug me until I meet him in the ring again. Is that the sort of thing you can live with, Bruce? Knowing your wife’s concern and her caring nature as a mother will be solely on you. Bleeding and hurt in ways you haven’t felt in a long time. Plaguing on her mind, looking after your children, added with the training regime and trying to focus on her opponent, Kaysie. She will be lying in bed knowing the reason she doesn’t hold the womens title is because of you. Blaming you! That blame turning to hate and that hatred will not be pretty. Is your lust for SCW gold truly worth it when it comes to your wife’s happiness? I don’t think you care for her as long as you try and get what you want, but you will see why Canadians are famous for apologizing, as you’ll be doing it a lot when it comes to Kimberley’s defeat this Thursday. You’ll be doing it after Climax Control as doctors and plastic surgeons try to glue your skin back together. Matheson smiles as he flicks his hair out of his eyes, blood oozing from his forehead, the whites of his eyes staring ahead with intent. Blaque Hart Bruce Evans I think it’s time to realise something, your quest for gold isn’t going to happen anytime soon, winning this tournament isn’t on your agenda as far as I’m concerned. Two men have already progressed and Sunday night there will be another. You may consider yourself a legend but you lost out to Lucian Frost to be crowned the inaugural champion, his name is the one they remember for this division, not yours. You have had other bouts for that title and you haven’t been successful, obviously, Sunday night won’t be any different as I look to defeat you and Master Lily’s boy. Proving that you may consider me as a “fad” but that makes me unique as far as I’m concerned. I have got some custom weapons in mind, just for you, I’ll make it Canadian so you can feel at home before it’s destroying your mind, body and soul!

Matheson drops the knuckle duster onto the hard wooden surface, he picks up a picture of Master Lily, he rubs the picture against the blood and pulls it away. Master Lily’s face is a crimson mess as he shows it towards the camera.

Master Lily has brought us another person from her weird clan, Orchid and Jon Dough have now got another playmate in your son, another graduate of the Dojo and looking to sort-of replicate what Dough did. Capturing a title early on in his SCW Career Although he did capture a title, you of all people know what happened, with the departure of Aaron and the man I hung replacing him, only for him to stab you in the back. Now the Blasted Monk looks to advance in the roulette championship tournament. Truly this match couldn’t be more mismatche
Matheson chuckles to himself You’ve got myself, a man who thrives on hurting and using the roulette rules to my advantage, you have got the so-called Canadian Legend who will wrestle and then there is you, Blasted Monk, who has the ability to use martial arts and your quick feet than wrestle or use weapons. Andy Warhol once said ‘The most exciting attractions are between two opposites that never meet.’ In this case it’ll be three opposites that could prove to be the most attractive match on the show, last week I stole the show with my amazing match with Watts, this week we could do it again but only this time there will be a bleeding Canadian and a kick-crazy kung fu guy with this social outcast slap bang in the middle.

I don’t really have many issues with you, Blasted Monk, well only the one I suppose, the fact you want to win when I want to do the exact same thing. I think we could agree that you Bruce Evans needs to be taken down a level or two, you can show him why you’re one of the Dojo’s top students, I can show you why I’m SCW’s top weapons specialist! When it comes to us, I’m not going to idly let you win, I think the Roulette Championship needs someone like me. For too long it’s not been utilized the way it should. It needs people like me, people like Chris Shipman, to change the face of the Roulette Title. It isn’t just a title to hold, it’s what you do that counts, I’m looking to win this tournament and revolutionise the division once and for all! That starts this Sunday. Bruce and Monk, I hope you realise what you’ve got yourself in for, because Watts can tell you that I do not go down without a good fight. I will take you to your limits! I will show you why I am, and forever will be, the inhuman monstrum of the Roulette Division!

Matheson stops the recording, pressing on the upload button on his youtube channel, sending it as an attachment in an email to SCW’s iChannel. Matheson grabs a towel from his the chest of draws. Placing it on his bloody forehead as he goes back over to lie back down on his bed, a smile hasn’t left his face thinking of what he can do to his opponents, his eyes slowly close and the gentle sound of him breathing heavily is heard. Finally Drexel Matheson had fallen asleep.