Fresh Start
Fade in: on a dimly lit room. Nothing is visible; everything is blanketed by the void of darkness. The only indication that the camera is on are the sounds of footsteps. Slow...methodical...heavy footsteps. After a few tense seconds, with only the footsteps heard, a light bulb flickers on. It's a short distance away, but the cameraman moves towards it, as a messenger to a beacon. Upon reaching the light, we find a small room. The scratched, gray cement walls, a grill covered window, and the bare, stone floor don't give a very comforting feeling. The one person, wire framed bed doesn't make things look any more accommodating. When the camera pans over to it, we see a man sitting there. His face is not as covered in facial hair as when he was last seen. He's still got a full beard, but it's been nicely groomed. Along with that is the stringy black hair on his head. The sides are cut short, but on top there is a crop of hair, also well kept and slick looking. His dark eyes, light blue button down shirt, and black slacks are the finishing touches to the polished look he presents, this man behind the mask. It's Johnny "Slash" Capelli-- until recently, only known to the NWL as The Watcher. Speaking of which, the mask of the Watcher -- with its three bright red slash marks on the front -- lays on the bed, at Capelli's side. He donates a flash of a smile to the camera before speaking.
"Slash" Capelli: So...the truth IS out there.
His voice is different than in all previous occasions. He has an Italian accent.
"Slash" Capelli: The truth came out about The Watcher. Finally, I present myself to you all. However, there is still the matter of the truth. Despite what my former associates have said...they are not aware of the truth. It is not their fault...they were not meant to know. Of the people in their organization, only I was meant to know. Because none of my TRUE associates were among that organization. At Combat...the TRUTH about my existence in Don Maruvicci's ring of bandits and extortionists, my purpose for being in the NWL, will all be revealed. For now, all that needs to be known is that I have a NEW purpose for being among the ranks of the National Wrestling League. My "associates" are meeting my associates, even as I speak to you now. This is so, in the future, there will be none of these...distractions running around me. I am severing my ties of the past, so that in the future I may concentrate solely on what I am doing here. I will be on my own, and nobody...NOBODY...will push me around.
Slash brings one leg up, resting it over his opposite thigh and again flashing a grin. He looks down and exhales, simultaneously letting out what sounds like a muffled laugh. When Slash looks up, he has a curious look on his face.
"Slash" Capelli: You know, when I first chose the moniker "Slash," I had taken it from a wrestler. A legend of a league that was forgotten...maybe too quickly, for all the work that was put out for it. A wrestler named KRoW....also known as Tristan Slash. He was a legend there, a true symbol for the place he worked. Merciless...unrelenting...a legend. When I came here to the NWL, I wasn't sure how long I'd be staying. But while I sat next to President Medina -- another matter to be discussed at Combat -- I made a decision. I decided that MY name would be remembered in the NWL, for those very same reasons as Tristan Slash. I am going to be just as ruthless, merciless...and I will be a legend, someday.
Slash uncrosses his leg. He looks down at the mask, tracing the slash marks with a finger. He then grabs the mask while looking back to the camera.
"Slash" Capelli: But legends aren't pushed around, and I WILL NOT BE pushed around here! So El Je...(chuckles)...MAELSTROM...you had better set yourself back into the right frame of mind. It seems I judged you wrong, the first time around. I thought you were going to face up to me, not make excuses for yourself. What made you change, I do not know. Nor do I care. If you will not believe that I am capable of holding my own, Maelstrom...if you think you can throw your weight around me...well, then....
Slash cracks a grin, his eyebrows furrowing slightly.
"Slash" Capelli: ...I'll just have to show you again, what I am CAPABLE of. And it won't be any easier to keep me at bay, Maelstrom. I don't care if you're the NWL World Champion now...what matters is that you're a changed man. So am I. But only one of us has changed for the better.
Slash releases his grasp on the mask, and raises his hands up, clasping them just beneath his chin.
"Slash" Capelli: And the same goes for you, Dakota Smith. You too have changed. When I first was scheduled to face you, the buzz was that Dakota Smith was tearing through the competition. He was a force that wreaked...UNIMAGINABLE havoc! I never did get a real chance to put you down, myself, Dakota. But this time won't be like the last. As I said, my ties are being severed. I am getting the freedom, and with it a purpose of my choosing. This time, you will NOT be so lucky as to have a bleeding, half conscious opponent named The Watcher to compete against. You will not have an easy win of me. Now, Dakota...you deal with Slash. You so anxiously awaited facing the man behind the mask, Dakota...NOW YOU WILL GET IT!
Slash laughs, clapping his hands together.
"Slash" Capelli: Are you EXCITED Dakota? Is this all you were WISHING for? Or did you enjoy the sight of my corpse dragging itself out to the ring, stumbling and staggering. Did you enjoy the COMFORT of knowing you were at a clear advantage? I already know, Dakota, that you FEARED the mask. You did not want to face the enigmatic Watcher. But tell me this, Smith...what has changed for you? Other than losing your aura of indomitability, and dropping off from contention in the Wrestling League Series. What has changed with you? Nothing has, Dakota. SURE you run around with your little clique now. Should I expect a visit from them, Dakota? I think I should, because you still fear it. You still fear me! I don't need you to cower in fear, show it physically, Dakota. That is a game of chicken, nothing else. Emotion is most expressive through action. It is not what you SAY that gives you away, but what you DO. And last time we faced, Dakota, I know what you did. You didn't waste any time. You hit the Devil's Drop and pinned me immediately. And while people might applaud your efficiency, I call it something else. Because when a man is supposedly as cocky as you, Dakota, they don't just go in and finish someone off. They toy with their opposition, as if there was nothing that could hurt them. They think their invincible. But we all know, Dakota, that you are not invincible. You're more like Maelstrom than you might know, or want to know. And you'll go down to me just like he did, Dakota. The first time, I wasn't looking at you. This time...(points to his eyes)...I'm WATCHING you, Dakota.
Slowly, Slash's lips curve into a wide grin, and his body shakes from a laugh held in.
"Slash" Capelli: Yes, you're SO TOUGH, Dakota. So tough that you need two retired brutes and a has-been mouthpiece that your father got tired of leasing to make you feel better. Well I hope you DO feel better, Dakota. I hope you keep up the arrogance, and that your clique keeps feeding you false hope. Because then it will leave even more for me to take away, at Combat. It will be all the more satisfying to put you down. And believe me, I'll be taking from you, Dakota. In fact, I'm planning a little role reversal for Combat. This time, Smith, I'm going to leave YOU in the position that I was in last time. YOU will be the one needing aid in the ring, just to stand. I'll make you CLING to the ropes, because I will not help you to your feet. And when I feel you're ready...I'll send you reeling into the impact zone. But Dakota...that is not where I will end it. I'm going to show you how a truly skilled wrestler will operate. I'll show you why you were RIGHT to fear. And if you forgot, then I'm going to put the fear BACK INTO YOU! So that when it's all said and done, Dakota Smith....
Capelli looks deadpan at the camera, no smile or movement.
"Slash" Capelli: ...you will HAVE no emotion left to give. You will be just a corpse, like I was. And you will be another slash mark in my tally.
Reaching down, Capelli lifts the mask of The Watcher up, unfolding it to its full size, and placing it in front of the camera.
"Slash" Capelli: Do not forget, Dakota.
The camera closes in on the mask. Fade out.