Hidden Cameras

“The Show Stealer” Matthew Bowden made his IWC debut at the End of the Year Special in a triple threat match against Alistair Taylor and Aaron Harrison.  To the surprise of many, Bowden picked up the victory.  It came as to no surprise to Bowden.  No, Bowden didn’t expect to win or anything like that, but truthfully Bowden never really cared about winning in the first place.  Matthew Bowden’s number priority is, and always has been, to be the biggest star in professional wrestling by being the most entertaining athlete in whatever company he happens to wrestle for.  If Bowden happens to pick up a victory in the process, that’s just extra.  Entertainment is Bowden’s goal.

Bowden’s next challenge will be against none other than Lexy Chapel of Wicked Intent fame.  Many would be concerned with the thread this potential challenge would pose, but Matthew looks at this from an entirely different perspective.  He looks at this as yet another opportunity to have fun and to entertain the fans, showing that he is the real Show Stealer in IWC, regardless of winning, losing, or drawing.

“Are we ready?”

That’s the voice of Matthew Bowden, standing outside of his bedroom door, wearing just a pair of red boxer shorts.  He is snickering with a knowing grin on his face. He turns to a camera, hidden from view in the hallway.

“My lady, Helen Martin,”

Bowden uses the thumb on his right hand to point towards the bedroom door as he speaks in a hushed whisper.

“is inside the bedroom.  What she doesn’t realize is that there is also a hidden camera inside the bedroom.  I told everyone that my next promo would be shot from the bedroom and damnit I meant it.”

“Yeah, I’m ready babe.”

Helen’s voice is heard from within the bedroom.  Bowden motions with his head towards the door.

“Ok, the time is now.  Let’s see if I can pull this off.”

Matthew Bowden turns the doorknob and opens the door.  He steps inside the bedroom.  He walks up to the king-sized bed where he finds his girlfriend, Helen Martin, lying there in skimpy black lace lingerie that leaves little to the imagination; just how Bowden likes it.  Bowden holds his arms out open, ready to accept her embrace.

“Helen!”

“Matthew!”

Helen hops up off of the bed.  She makes her way over to her boyfriend and the two embrace in a tight hug before sharing in a warm, passionate kiss.  After breaking the kiss Helen motions to the bed and grins knowingly.

“Shall we?”

“I don’t see why not.”

Bowden remarks.  Helen takes him by the hand and leads him towards the bed.  Matthew quickly shoots the hidden camera a quick glance and a wink before following Helen.  Helen jumps back into bed first, followed by Matthew Bowden.  The two get underneath the thick comforter and then engage in some passionate kissing for several long moments before, eventually, Bowden breaks the kissing.  Helen looks at him curiously, not sure why he would stop kissing, still unaware of what Bowden is doing with a hidden camera.

“What’s wrong, babe?”

“I’m sorry, Helen.  I guess I’m kind of distracted.”

Helen frowns. “Distracted?  How so?”

“Well here I am, new to IWC, new to Riot, and I have only won one match.”

Bowden holds up one finger.

“One…damn…match.  And somehow I’m supposed to believe that I am worthy of facing the reigning Evolution Champion, even if it is non-title?”

“I wouldn’t complain, Matty.” Helen responds. “It’s Lexy Chapel.  It’s non-title.  Just go out there and do your thing.”

“Oh I will.”

Bowden chuckles lightly as he resumes kissing his girlfriend.

“I am The Show Stealer, after all, and Lexy Chapel has no idea what she’s in for.  As good as she is, as deceptive as she can be, I am better, I am more deceptive, and quite frankly anything she’s willing to do, I am willing to do all of that and then some to prove that I am The Show Stealer of IWC.  Bar none.”

The kissing resumes and goes on for longer and longer until Helen breaks the kissing.  She glares at Bowden, studying him intensely.

“What’s wrong?” Bowden asks.

“I think you know what’s wrong.” Helen states definitively. “For as long as I have known you, you have never once cared about winning any match.  The two times you received world title opportunities, you never gave a damn about them.”

“Yeah?”

“So, what makes this match against Lexy Chapel any different?” Helen pokes a finger onto Bowden’s chest. “You certainly sound like you care about this match and getting this win for some reason.”

Bowden smiles sheepishly as he begins to realize that Helen is catching onto him.

“Um, I dunno, because, Lexy is, um…hot?”

Helen shoves Bowden.

“Liar!”

“You don’t know I’m lying!” Bowden insists. “I could want to win because she’s hot.”

“You could but you don’t.” Helen counters. “I know you, Matthew, and I know that there is nothing on this earth that would make you give a damn about victories, winning, and losing.  That’s just not you.”

“Well I clearly said that I want to beat Lexy Chapel!” Bowden states. “So how do you explain that?”

“I…um…”

Helen looks around the room and then into the mischievous eyes of Matthew Bowden.  Just then a look of realization washes across her face as she slowly figures how what is going on.

“Oh my God!”

Helen covers her mouth with her right hand.

“You didn’t…”

“Didn’t do what?”

Matthew asks, still feigning innocence but trying to hold back his own laughter.

“You threatened to shoot your next promo live while you and I were in bed but I didn’t think you actually would!”

Helen covers herself completely by the comforter in an attempt to hide herself from the camera, wherever it may be.  Bowden just laughs as he gently and slowly gets up out of bed and turns to face the hidden camera.

“Lexy…Lexy…Lexy…”

Bowden shakes his head.

“…there are a few things you need to know about me, hot stuff.  First and foremost, my lady there, Helen Martin, she is absolutely right about me.  I could give a damn less about winning and losing.  That’s not why I’m in this business.  I am in it to entertain and to make money in the process.  And that leads into the second thing you really should know about me and that’s that because I don’t care about winning and losing, there is nothing I will not do inside that squared circle.”

Bowden chuckles lightly. “People talk of pushing the envelope, well hell girl, I won’t just push the envelope, I will throw the damn thing off the cliff!”

He holds up three fingers. “Now, the third and final thing you need to know about me is real simple.  I am Matthew Bowden and after this display of my ‘great’ promo shooting skills, it should be painfully obvious that I don’t give a damn about tradition or any of that bullshit.  What I do care about is being The Show Stealer of the Independent Wrestling Cartel and whether I win, lose, or draw on Riot is irrelevant, because at the end of the day everyone will still remember me and my name for the incredible athleticism and thrills and chills I give the fans than for any boring doldrums you throw their way.”

He winks at the camera. “See you around, toots.”