Post by Dean Matthews on May 11, 2018 23:12:09 GMT -5
The scene opened to a beautiful image of the New York skyline. The sky was filled with aura’s of red, purple orange and yellow as the setting sun reflected off a thousand separate glass windows. There were truly few sights in the world more powerful or beautiful than a sunset in New York.
The camera filming the beautiful backdrop shook slightly in the hands of someone who seemed to be getting adjusted. After a few moments it finally settled down again and turned from the shot of the city around as the holder settled it on a balcony. What came into frame then would be something far more gorgeous according to some.
The frame of The Fanged One himself, Dean Matthews.
Dean wore a simple black tank top with a pair of black jeans. His dirty blonde hair pulled back into a messy “mun” at the top of the back of his head. From the corner of his mouth stuck out the stub of a cigar, its trail of smoke filtering upwards as he kicked his feet up on the balcony and crossed his arms behind his head.
He had the appearance of a man without a care in the world.
For a time the camera watched as Dean just looked out over the horizon and the beautiful picturesque scene spreading out before him. After a moment his cold icy blue eyes shifted and leveled on the camera filming him and he took the stub of the cigar from between his lips.
“Some of you know me.”
He began in a clear, powerful voice.
“Some of you don’t.”
He offered this simple possibility with the faintest little shrug. As if this thought didn’t bother him in the slightest.
“For those of you who are not familiar with who i am allow me a brief moment to break it all down for you. For you to meet the Monster, as it were. My name is Dean Brandon Matthews. I am the only son of Marie Hemlen and wrestling Legend, multiple time hall of famer and countless time World Champion, David Matthews. Known by many simply as Snake.
I lived my teenage years and early adulthood in a hospital. When i rejoined the world i was offered a job based solely on my father's name and bloodline. I was green and knew next to nothing about the business.
That changed relatively quickly. I learned as I grew with loss after loss after loss but with each of those initial losses came understanding. Of the ways of the business. Of the tempo and mental psychology of a match and eventually of myself.
When i finally got that understanding i did the unthinkable. I broke free of a madman who genuinely believed he was the devil. I left the Children of Nephilim and forged out on my own. Even beat my dad to a World Title at a younger age.”
This was a fact he was very proud of, obvious by the smirk on his full lips as he said the words. When he finished he ran his hand over the beard across his chin, jaw and cheeks, a thoughtful look crossing his face.
“And now we come to the present and i hear it again and again. Dean, why have you come to NGW? Why did you sign the contract you were offered when you have so many other things happening in your life? The answer to that is both simple and yet profound. Two simple words brought me to NGW.
Not, World Title.
Not, Friendly Competition.
Not, For Fun.
Not even, A paycheck.
The two words were….”
Dean lifted his gaze again to look directly into the camera and lifted a hand allowing everyone watching to see him lift a finger with each word.
“Destroy. Shields.”
Slowly his index finger came down until he was flipping the camera, and by extension Matthew Shields himself, the bird and a smirk spread across his mouth.
“See, it’s like this. When Jessica Sears and I met she was just starting to get to get close with that complete tool Victor Mason…..”
As soon as the words left his mouth a sandal flew from the left side of the shot and struck the Monster in the side of the head and a familiar voice called out from the void.
“Behave mister!”
Dean only flashed that lopsided grin to his left and a girlish giggle was heard and a wealth of blonde hair came into frame kissing him gently before snatching the sandal and retreating back out of camera view. Dean sighed happily and looked back at the camera.
“....As i was saying, when we met that day in the gym when i offered to train her, she owned me. With a single look Jessica Sears stole any part of me that could have belonged to another. I tried to fight it, to push it down into the deepest recesses of my soul but even when i gave myself to another i still felt….this strange pull. I simply didn’t realize what it was until the first time I held her.
Now, i am sure all of you watching are wondering what this has to do with NGW or my match. Well, imagine feeling like that and watching what that psychotic Jason Voorhees looking fuck was doing to her? The constant threats. The constant innuendo. The constant vulgar half baked attempts at flirting for psychopaths. Walking into her locker room while she was in the shower and throwing her into the hallway….the Hellhounds Bite onto those crates.
I say back and i watched and i watched and i watched. I watched helpless to do anything about it because i was still badly injured myself.”
After he said the words he paused briefly and sucked in a deep breath. Blowing the breath through his nose he leveled those cold blue eyes on the camera and his lips curled into a snarl.
“So when the doctors finally gave the all clear on my ribs and hand? And i stood backstage and watched as Matthew Shields screwed the woman i love out of her title shot?”
Dean let out a shrill amazed whistle and shook his head with an angry dark chuckle.
“They put that contract in front of me and i signed it! As soon as i did i hit the curtain and i made sure i put that bitch on notice that the shit wasn’t gonna fly anymore. That the time for his bullshit had passed. He wanted Jessica Sears in bed with a Destroyer? Well he got it and it’s about to bite him square in the jugular.
You. Were. Warned.”
Each word counted off on a finger, but this time he didn’t close them into the bird. He chose instead to simply lower his hand back into his lap and draw in another deep calming breath. As before once he blew it out he looked back at the camera again.
“That brings us finally to my first official match in New Generation Wrestling. Dean Matthews One on One with Josh Goldstein. One of Jessica’s friends and if memory serves, one of the Guardians.”
“Guardians of the Galaxy!”
“....I am never calling them that.”
He muttered under his breath and though he may sound annoyed a tiny smiled played across his lips when he said the words. For truth be told, he loved the woman and that included all of her idiosyncrecies.
“So, while i walk into his match wanting to make a statement to not only the rest of the NGW roster, but to the Destroyers and Matthew Shields especially i find myself in a difficult position. I cannot set out to do the kind of damage i know the Reptile can do to someone my Jess cares so deeply about.
I cannot send the kind of message that needs to be sent. So instead i will do the next best thing. If i cannot show the world, the NGW roster and that walking bowl of bitch flakes Matthew Shields the kind of violence i am capable of unleashing than i just have to show them the type of wrestling, resilience and heart that won me the match of year, 2017.”
For the briefest of instants Dean flashed the cockiest grin and offered the camera and all the fans watching a sly wink.
“So Mr. Goldstein. Let me finish this by simply saying that it is a pleasure to be facing you as my first opponent and that i will do everything in my power to make sure that we have a competitive, honest and fair match as a personal favor to Jessica who loves you as dear family. And if you are her dear family, than i suppose you are mine now as well.
So, with all of that said i wish you the best of luck when we face one another on Sunday. May the best man win and all of that but in the end i have a message to send and while it is unfortunate that i must send that message through you….it is what it is. The message needs to be sent one way or another.
Do not fuck with The Fanged One.
You. Were. Warned.”
As so many times in the past Dean leaned forward and the handheld camera rattled as he picked it up. He grabbed the lines connecting the network adapter to the camera and pulled them in one single fluid motion causing the screen to suddenly go black.
The camera filming the beautiful backdrop shook slightly in the hands of someone who seemed to be getting adjusted. After a few moments it finally settled down again and turned from the shot of the city around as the holder settled it on a balcony. What came into frame then would be something far more gorgeous according to some.
The frame of The Fanged One himself, Dean Matthews.
Dean wore a simple black tank top with a pair of black jeans. His dirty blonde hair pulled back into a messy “mun” at the top of the back of his head. From the corner of his mouth stuck out the stub of a cigar, its trail of smoke filtering upwards as he kicked his feet up on the balcony and crossed his arms behind his head.
He had the appearance of a man without a care in the world.
For a time the camera watched as Dean just looked out over the horizon and the beautiful picturesque scene spreading out before him. After a moment his cold icy blue eyes shifted and leveled on the camera filming him and he took the stub of the cigar from between his lips.
“Some of you know me.”
He began in a clear, powerful voice.
“Some of you don’t.”
He offered this simple possibility with the faintest little shrug. As if this thought didn’t bother him in the slightest.
“For those of you who are not familiar with who i am allow me a brief moment to break it all down for you. For you to meet the Monster, as it were. My name is Dean Brandon Matthews. I am the only son of Marie Hemlen and wrestling Legend, multiple time hall of famer and countless time World Champion, David Matthews. Known by many simply as Snake.
I lived my teenage years and early adulthood in a hospital. When i rejoined the world i was offered a job based solely on my father's name and bloodline. I was green and knew next to nothing about the business.
That changed relatively quickly. I learned as I grew with loss after loss after loss but with each of those initial losses came understanding. Of the ways of the business. Of the tempo and mental psychology of a match and eventually of myself.
When i finally got that understanding i did the unthinkable. I broke free of a madman who genuinely believed he was the devil. I left the Children of Nephilim and forged out on my own. Even beat my dad to a World Title at a younger age.”
This was a fact he was very proud of, obvious by the smirk on his full lips as he said the words. When he finished he ran his hand over the beard across his chin, jaw and cheeks, a thoughtful look crossing his face.
“And now we come to the present and i hear it again and again. Dean, why have you come to NGW? Why did you sign the contract you were offered when you have so many other things happening in your life? The answer to that is both simple and yet profound. Two simple words brought me to NGW.
Not, World Title.
Not, Friendly Competition.
Not, For Fun.
Not even, A paycheck.
The two words were….”
Dean lifted his gaze again to look directly into the camera and lifted a hand allowing everyone watching to see him lift a finger with each word.
“Destroy. Shields.”
Slowly his index finger came down until he was flipping the camera, and by extension Matthew Shields himself, the bird and a smirk spread across his mouth.
“See, it’s like this. When Jessica Sears and I met she was just starting to get to get close with that complete tool Victor Mason…..”
As soon as the words left his mouth a sandal flew from the left side of the shot and struck the Monster in the side of the head and a familiar voice called out from the void.
“Behave mister!”
Dean only flashed that lopsided grin to his left and a girlish giggle was heard and a wealth of blonde hair came into frame kissing him gently before snatching the sandal and retreating back out of camera view. Dean sighed happily and looked back at the camera.
“....As i was saying, when we met that day in the gym when i offered to train her, she owned me. With a single look Jessica Sears stole any part of me that could have belonged to another. I tried to fight it, to push it down into the deepest recesses of my soul but even when i gave myself to another i still felt….this strange pull. I simply didn’t realize what it was until the first time I held her.
Now, i am sure all of you watching are wondering what this has to do with NGW or my match. Well, imagine feeling like that and watching what that psychotic Jason Voorhees looking fuck was doing to her? The constant threats. The constant innuendo. The constant vulgar half baked attempts at flirting for psychopaths. Walking into her locker room while she was in the shower and throwing her into the hallway….the Hellhounds Bite onto those crates.
I say back and i watched and i watched and i watched. I watched helpless to do anything about it because i was still badly injured myself.”
After he said the words he paused briefly and sucked in a deep breath. Blowing the breath through his nose he leveled those cold blue eyes on the camera and his lips curled into a snarl.
“So when the doctors finally gave the all clear on my ribs and hand? And i stood backstage and watched as Matthew Shields screwed the woman i love out of her title shot?”
Dean let out a shrill amazed whistle and shook his head with an angry dark chuckle.
“They put that contract in front of me and i signed it! As soon as i did i hit the curtain and i made sure i put that bitch on notice that the shit wasn’t gonna fly anymore. That the time for his bullshit had passed. He wanted Jessica Sears in bed with a Destroyer? Well he got it and it’s about to bite him square in the jugular.
You. Were. Warned.”
Each word counted off on a finger, but this time he didn’t close them into the bird. He chose instead to simply lower his hand back into his lap and draw in another deep calming breath. As before once he blew it out he looked back at the camera again.
“That brings us finally to my first official match in New Generation Wrestling. Dean Matthews One on One with Josh Goldstein. One of Jessica’s friends and if memory serves, one of the Guardians.”
“Guardians of the Galaxy!”
“....I am never calling them that.”
He muttered under his breath and though he may sound annoyed a tiny smiled played across his lips when he said the words. For truth be told, he loved the woman and that included all of her idiosyncrecies.
“So, while i walk into his match wanting to make a statement to not only the rest of the NGW roster, but to the Destroyers and Matthew Shields especially i find myself in a difficult position. I cannot set out to do the kind of damage i know the Reptile can do to someone my Jess cares so deeply about.
I cannot send the kind of message that needs to be sent. So instead i will do the next best thing. If i cannot show the world, the NGW roster and that walking bowl of bitch flakes Matthew Shields the kind of violence i am capable of unleashing than i just have to show them the type of wrestling, resilience and heart that won me the match of year, 2017.”
For the briefest of instants Dean flashed the cockiest grin and offered the camera and all the fans watching a sly wink.
“So Mr. Goldstein. Let me finish this by simply saying that it is a pleasure to be facing you as my first opponent and that i will do everything in my power to make sure that we have a competitive, honest and fair match as a personal favor to Jessica who loves you as dear family. And if you are her dear family, than i suppose you are mine now as well.
So, with all of that said i wish you the best of luck when we face one another on Sunday. May the best man win and all of that but in the end i have a message to send and while it is unfortunate that i must send that message through you….it is what it is. The message needs to be sent one way or another.
Do not fuck with The Fanged One.
You. Were. Warned.”
As so many times in the past Dean leaned forward and the handheld camera rattled as he picked it up. He grabbed the lines connecting the network adapter to the camera and pulled them in one single fluid motion causing the screen to suddenly go black.