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To Be Fatal Or Not; Vs Dawn, Nirvana and Park
Topic Started: Mar 15 2011, 04:29 AM (105 Views)
Tyler Mathews
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March 20h 2011
Goodfellas Casino Arena, Las Vegas, Nevada
Episode #075
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-INTRO-
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It’s been months since I’ve stepped into a wrestling ring, not since I retired last August. But don’t think that this break has harmed my ability to walk down to the ring any given night and kick the ass of anyone who stands in my way to what I want. Taking this time off was completely my decision, had I not changed phone numbers, I guarantee every promoter from here to east India would be calling for me to be the marquee at their event. And why wouldn’t they, I’m the greatest wrestler to ever walk the earth, no other man before me, currently, or that will ever step into a ring will ever be as good as me. I’m the greatest thing since the Garden of Eden, and the rest of these guys are as entertaining as a Kim Kardashian SexTape.

Every day the sun rises. The sun is high in the air for one reason. The shine light for the humans living on this wonderful place we call earth. But one place is shined on more than any other pitiful country in the world. The USA, the country for the great. The country where the greatest professional wrestlers are shined and given opportunity. The setting place for sVo. sVo the promotion which will make stars. The man who they could call 'G.O.A.T'. The man they could call simply the best. I am Tyler Mathews, the only one who matters. The man who will be walking down the ramp each and every night for one reason. To leave each and every night with the American fans smiling and entertained. And to become a future sVo Champion.


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-SCENE-
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The scene opens as I am laid across a long lavender couch. I am chillin at my girlfriends house as I receive my mail there and could receive a notice from sVo any day. I sit dressed in some black jeans and a black top I recently purchased at Abercrombie and Finch. I am flipping through various channels on the television as I come to Sportcenter. I begin to watch as they are highlighting the recent basketball games. Talking about the upcoming playoffs as I chuckle. Miami Heat struggle, and it's national news. NFL, Lockout looming, national news. TYLER MATHEWS returns? Nothing. I can't believe this.

'What a bunch of nobodies. Playing some B-ball for those damn ungratful fans. Do something that matters. Do some contact sports people. You actually believe that Basketball is the greatest sport? Ha, wrestling is the sport of the new millennium.'

'This is an example of our future here. We need stand up and learn more. So, we don't be arguing and racing for a leader. We do it in an organized civilization. We do not need to lock our damn doors at night. We do not need to go around shooting people on every damn block in our neighborhoods. Robbery, Violence, rape and breaking laws is the new culture way. Glad Sanctioned Violence Organization is based here in the great place I call my new home….'

She walks in the room. Dressed in a pair of tight blue jeans and a white top I bought her for her Christmas. She has her brown hair slicked back as she is holding a white envelope in her right hand. She comes up to me as I am laid spread across the couch. She sits between my legs and she smiles toward my way.

'Baby, you got a letter.'

My eyes begin to open much wider as you can see eager in my eyes. I have been waiting for this letter for ages.

'Really? Awesome, hand it over to me.'

She hands it to me, as I hesitate. I finally get to see who I will be competing against in my first match. I slowly open the letter as I pull out a yellow piece of thin paper. I begin to scan through the letter as I drop it. Jaw dropped and in awe.

'Holy Shit, I cannot believe it.'

She looks at me, worried.

'What is it baby, something wrong?'

I look at here, stunned at the moment.

'The event is in Las Vegas, Nevada. I have to travel down to Nevada of all places. I cannot believe this, it sucks. I am going on my way to become a champion and now I am forced to compete in front of dirty people in Las Vegas. I have to step foot on that states soil.'

She smiles towards me and puts her right hand on my shoulder.

'It will be alright, this will be actually better.'

I look at her confused.

''Better, how the hell is this better?'

She laughs for a moment.

'You know if you win this you could than go on and say you won with the deck stacked against you. You won on their home turf. You won when you had the fan heat against you.'

I smile, knowing where she is coming from.

'You know that is true, and did you read what match I have?'

She shakes her head no, I smile. I lifts up the piece of paper and point on the top of the piece of paper.

'I am in the match of my lifel.'

I chuckle

'I got a Fatal Four Way!'

She interrupts me, as she puts up her hand.

'You mean Three opponents.'

I look at her with a smile.

'You are damn lucky you are my girl.'

We laugh together for a few moments.

'Honey, I will go call the Travel agent.'

She gets up as she exit’s the scene. I smile as I begin to flip through channels again with me muttering a few final words.

'Sin City, Las Vegas… here I fuckin come.'

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SMACK TALK!
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On the subject of lack luster stars, brings me to my match this weekend. Looking at the line up, I love my first ever sVo match. Chevyo Parker, and The Mad Villains. As far as I know, Parker has been here since.. It don't matter how long he's been here. Nothing matters. What matters is, I am here, I am here to take over. See, it's not about me beating him, he has to beat ME! All he has to do is pin me. Which won't be easy, that has-been of a wrestler, has nothing for me. So, if he couldn’t beat anyone before, what makes him think that he has a chance against the man known as 'G.O.A.T?

When I was asked about the men and woman on the current roster, I responded. I don’t have a clue in the least who they are, in fact half of them aren’t even employed by sVo, they’re just some punk scrubs from some random promotions looking for a hot meal. Well, let me backtrack, I actually do know something about one of these jesters, Sara Pettis. We have a connection. Where she has been, I have been. Her past battles, are my new battles. But in sVo, it don't matter. I am here to start fresh, all the history means nothing.

Whom else is there here. Oh! look.. it's Nirvana. Apparently he debuted last week on UnSanctioned. I know this man, not all too well, but well enough to say, 'I am shocked he lost.' I know people get lucky, but Chevyo Parker, ' YOU GOT LUCKY!' What was funny was, The Scarlet Lady, the charismatic lady.. She pawned you. I have a tragic realization for you to discover. This is only the beginning. I know of these two. You will see a different side soon enough. I will say this about you though. 'You don’t see me bitching and whining at every guy who thinks that I’m some random emo punk who doesn’t belong. If they want to hate on me, that’s their problem, because I wont stress over those who oppose me.

But all in serius now, this week.. I have not one, not two but three people to face. The Scarlet Lady, Nirvana, Chevyo Parker. The Scarlet Lady, you are next on my list. Last week, you indeed made a impact. You showed Parker he wasn't the real winner, that you were. I like that. Standing for yourself and your friend made me think of the old days. When I had friends to watch my back. Here in sVo, I have to find them. Who? I don't know yet. But, the answers will appear.

Back in those days, it was all we cared about. Smokin weed and cuttin classes. Childish... straight childish. It wasn't until I found wrestling, that I really began to look at something other than drugs. Before long, I quit smoking altogether and focused mainly on wrestling. My friends stopped coming around, and before you knew it... 'The finest group od talent' were no longer a group. More like a thing of the past. Hell, I've lost countless girlfriends that couldn't deal with my strict training routine. Out of everything I've ever done in my life, wrestling's really the only thing that's remained constant. So what does that mean to me? Everything.

Why would I want to give up the only thing that makes sense to me? That would be like winning the lottery, only to turn around and not turn in the ticket because you were too lazy to go cash it in. You'd call that person stupid right? Me too. I can say it a million different ways. Why fix what isn't broken? Why try to change what's already been done? Why try to turn away that which is perfect? It all boils down to the same thing.

Wrestling is who I am, and what I do. There will be blood... yes... yes there will be. There is definitely an array of race and creed in this match, but the blood is all the same color. Every competitor will be spent, and every chance will have been taken. The winner will walk away victorious and the others will just walk away. And while we're here pointing out the obvious facts, here's another one for you to jot down. When everything is said and done, I will get the last laugh! I'll even give you one better. I'll even make it look E-Zay.

I could sit here all day and throw analytical slander at my opponents all day long, but unfortunately... I just don't have that much time. I can, however, let you know who I'm not worried about in the slightest.

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CONCLUSION
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[ Time to flip the script. That’s what the younger generation has been saying for about the past decade. But in a sense it reigns true in my heart. I’ve been all over the spectrum, emotionally speaking, and what do I have to show for it. Nothing. Zip. Zilch. Nada. What’s left for me to say? What’s left for me to go through? ]

[ But that’s all just in my fucked up subconscious. I stand on the beach, the beautiful beach of Florida. Watching as the shoreline goes from sand to water and then back again. Slowly eroding the sandy shoreline away. Eventually, the shoreline will move back a few inches but that’s in like a hundred years or something. I’m not one for geology. ]

[ For now, I continue to look out at the ocean. Watching as the waves come from whatever’s causing them to come this way. I hear them crash on the shore line. This is so relaxing…that’s why I come here when I get a few days off. But my time here is up. ]

[ I meet up with some people at the local pool hall and bar. ]

[ He laughs as I approach. ]

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THE END
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Fade to black...



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