Chuck Matthews
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Posts : 1020
Join date : 2011-03-01
Age : 33
Location : Chicago, Illinois
Wrestler Stats
IWF Record: 12-16-2
Alignment: Heel
 |  Subject: Fear of the Unknown  Sat Jul 02, 2011 9:44 pm | |
| Chuck Matthews: “I find it interesting that Shadow Demon compares Se7en to Salvation. In some ways, he might be right. Two groups established for sake of power and fighting for their “greater good.” Two groups, one led by a man claiming to be God, the other embracing the title of “Original Sin.” But perhaps the greatest similarity is that means by which these factions found their power.
Respect.
More specifically, Respect through Fear.
I’m sure those words ring a few bells, don’t they? The countless hours old Brenton and Nick spent, preaching about their “respect through fear” theories, telling the world why people respected them, etcetera etcetera. Then there was Chuck…respected, but feared? Nah. Chuck believed his respect was hard earned. Respect through achievement. Respect through endeavor. Chuck Matthews was the man to count on to get the job done. There was no beating around the bush. Chuck wanted something, come hell or high water, he would get it.
It’s only now I realize…I was far too similar to the rest of the original Salvation. More than I’d like to admit. When I step back, think about why I’m respected, why people hear my words, why people take what I say to heart…Why Chuck Matthews is, as Corey was kind enough to put it, ’one of the most feared names in professional wrestling today…’ I came to that realization. Much like Brenton and Nick, my power came exactly the same way.
Respect through Fear.
And that’s as close as it gets…because when you look at where that fear comes from, you see exactly where the differences lie…see exactly where Se7en and Salvation’s similarities stop…and see why Chuck was far more dangerous than Nick, or Brenton, or Shadow, or Samurai, or any other member of Salvation could ever hope to be.
You see…Salvation drew it’s power through a fear of what they could do. Fact of the matter is, Brenton Cyrus held all the cards. He decided who got re-signed and who would get fired. He was the authority on who was getting matches. There was a constant fear, knowing how fucking miserable he could make you. Fear of him destroying your career. Nick was a similar boat. He got shit done in the ring. People feared that. Feared his connection to Cyrus. Feared the physical punishment he could unleash on an unwary opponent.
But then there was Chuck. Equally respected…yet lacked the corporate power of Brenton Cyrus. Wasn’t nearly as physically intimidating as Nick Ridicule…yet this was the man that was, at times, the most feared and respected name in the company. And the reason for that? Because I embody that thing that people fear the very most.
Fear of the Unknown.
The reason Chuck Matthews strikes fear into the souls of millions is because you never know what he’s going to do next. It’s as if every page is completely blank, and he’s writing it as he goes. Seemingly no method to his madness. He simply does what he feels like doing, with no end in sight, and no way for people to predict what he’ll do, or what will come out of his mouth next. Surely, he’s improvising. Surely, he can only be so unpredictable because even he doesn’t know his next move until he’s actually carrying it out…right?
Wrong. The Smartest Man in Wrestling. A title I’ve granted myself…and that nobody has been able to argue. Shit, the closest anyone got was Nick’s stunt to wrest control of the company out of Bad Company command….and that resulted in the biggest failure of a company since Ryan Apollos’s Agency. That’s right. Sabotage your own career. The only way to outsmart Chuck Matthews.
No…wait, he didn’t outsmart me, he pulled one stunt in an attempt to beat me at my own game….and, predictably, he failed.
And THAT is exactly why I’m so dangerous. That uncanny ability to take on any role I damn well please. In Bad Company, I stole the spot as the greatest hero the company had ever seen. I led that company into a golden age. But, of course, things aren’t that simple. For every white, there must be some black. For every winner, there must be a loser. For every hero…there must be a villain. Nick was thrust into that villain role that I’d been labeled with more most of my career.
The difference? I was a shining hero. I pulled it off with flying colors.
He buckled under the weight of having everyone in the world hate you.
But me? I’m not so blind. I’m not so mindlessly simple, that I have to sort the world into black and white. That’s what it is with you people. Good versus evil. Black and white. No shades of gray.
This is why my plans succeed. This is why I can flit from hero to villian at the drop of a hat. I don’t pretend to be anyone’s knight in shining armor…but I ain’t the criminal mastermind intent on taking over, either. It’s a lesson I will always teach, and one that is constantly wasted on your simple minds.
There is no black and white. No good and evil. There are only shades of gray. Each has his own agenda.
It’s that knowledge of such a simple concept that makes me so predictably unpredictable. Guys like Corey? Guys like Nick? Guys like Brandon? They’re predictable. It doesn’t matter the situation. We know exactly how they’ll react to any given problem.
Corey will solve it using as much physical violence as he can.
Nick will try and fight his way out, under guise as a ‘greater good.’
Brandon will try and ‘do the right thing.’
But me? I do what’s best for myself. Unfortunately…only I know what that is…and it surprises you. It shocks people. People who think they know the best move for me, only for me to do something they never would have expected. Why? Because unlike them, I see all possibilities. I see those options nobody else ever thought of. Who besides me would have ever dreamed of leaving Salvation at all? Wasn’t this the team that held all the power? The team that made all the rules? Surely, the smart thing to do would be to stay.
Yet, I left…and my career skyrocketed.
Who besides me would try and start a stable to take over a company, to rid the world of those that would bring it down?
Sure to my word, Bad Company did take over. They won their war.
But, this is the way of the world. Maybe one day, people will realize my true genius. People will realize how intricate and perfectly executed my plans were. People will look back at what I’ve done, and be amazed.
For now, I’m trapped in a world where my greatest opponent is the simplistic minds of the masses. The people who simply want to be entertained. Who want violence. Who want blood. Who don’t appreciate the man sitting behind the scenes, moving his pawns around the board as he inches closer to the grand prize.
This is why people hate me…
But damn it, they respect me.
This week, we find ourselves ina TLC match….against the epitome of TLC failure, Shadow Demon.
Hey there, Shadow. I feel like I should say more to you, but I really can’t. I mean, it can all be summed up in one question.
How many times have you fought me in a TLC match….and lost?
Correct answer is ‘every time.’ You and Corey may have had some epic battles back in the day, but us? We have no history. I doubt we ever will. My suggesstion to you is to stay out of Se7en’s way. We may let you carry on your merry way.
And then there’s Dan. The high and mighty IWF Champion. The man that….did that thing, when he…..uh….
Wait…do you have ANY accomplishments to your name?
Oh, right. The IWF Champion…the belt you won from a fluke champion, who only held the belt because he beat the most awkward man on the planet to win a fucking briefcase.
In other words? I think you’re a laughable champion, to put it mildly. I think you’re a joke. I think you were lucky to fight me to a draw, and I think you need far more than some junkie that thinks he’s the son of God to save you from something as powerful as Se7en.
Se7en…one of my better ideas, I think. And, of course, there’s Shadow Demon, running his mouth off, pointing at it like it’s some bullshit that’s already played out before, and that it’s just like the old days, and blah blah blah.
‘Oh but look, he’s got Sinner written on his forehead in the logo!’
Congrats, dumbass. Why? Because I fucking can. You’re right Shadow. You might be the first person on the face of the earth to realize that Chuck now is exactly the same as Chuck from two years ago. But where you’re wrong is in thinking I’ve gone back to ‘my old ways.’ What old ways? I have been exactly the same for the past five years. There was never any period where I was ‘changed.’ I have always been, and always will be, Chuck Matthews. Original Sin.
So badass, I can stamp the fucking word on my forehead, and you fuckers are still surprised at what I’m doing.
But I’ve come to expect that. From Shadow, from Dan, from Corey…from my own brother, even. You can’t get inside my head. You can’t predict what I’ll do next. And this is exactly why this match will be such a breeze. Exactly why Corey and I will walk away with the easy win. I already have the plan in place…and, of course, nobody has a clue of what it is except me. Nobody has the slightest inkling as to how to foil my plans. And when the time comes to act, it will be what you least expected. The one possibility you never considered. That thing that keeps me….well…
Predictably Unpredictable.”
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