NWL Combat: The Watcher vs. Karl "The Dragon" Brown
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[FADE...erm, CUE UP a radio interview. That's all. A radio interview]
DJ: OK, you crazy cats out there in the big wide world, I've got a real special guest with me here tonight on "Tonight With Mr Entertainment". I speak of none other than one of the most entertaining men on this PLANET, though not as entertaining as myself. A man who went toe to toe with the MIGHTY Maelstrom and lived to tell the tale. A man who's gonna burn right the way through the competition, Karl "THE DRAGON" Brown. Karl, let me start straight off by welcoming you to the show.
Karl: A pleasure to be here.
DJ: The pleasure is all yours, I'm sure. Now, let's talk MAELSTROM. How in the HELL did you manage to keep up with him?
Karl: By training hard, keeping myself in shape, and giving him the respect he deserves. Maelstrom's done a lot, so I knew he'd be able to handle himself in the ring. I watched some of his old matches, to get a feel for him, but in the ring you can't rely solely on research. I guess in the end it came down to me knowing that it was the biggest match of my career, so I was psyched.
DJ: Yeah, but surviving Mortal Sin?
Karl: That's what I'm talking about. I know I'd said in the promotional tapes that if he locked it in, he'd win, but I couldn't let myself be beaten that easily. I was too determined not to lose. I wanted to prove myself. A mans pride and ego, as you know, are massive influences. My pride wouldn't let me lose so easily, so I found a way to get the ref to order the break. I couldn't escape when he locked it in because I was to busy trying to stop him locking it in. So, I knew that I had to do something else. Lucky for me, the ropes were close at hand.
DJ: Yeah. I thought you were TOAST after the jackknife, and Mortal Sin looked to have sealed the deal. Speaking of which, you've got to deal with someone else now, haven't ya? Watcher, right?
Karl: Yeah.
DJ: What're your thoughts on what happened to him at Combat?
Karl: I disagree with attacking someone in the back. Especially if you're not involved in the match. But, it's happened, and can't be changed. All I'm looking at now is the fact that I have to face him at the next Combat.
DJ: Yeah, but he DID beat Maelstrom. That's gotta play a factor, seeing as how you only drew.
Karl: And we've both lost to Dakota Smith, who lost to Maelstrom. Previous wins and losses mean nothing when we set foot in the ring. What his past is, I don't know, nor do I really care. He's my opponent this time around, and that's all I care about.
DJ: So, how're you gonna prepare?
Karl: Same way as always. I'm sure the fans are tired of hearing me spout that off time and time again, so let's just say it worked for my match with Maelstrom, so maybe it'll work with The Watcher.
DJ: Maybe?
Karl: Every match is different. And I can't say I'm certain to win until I've actually won. I mean, look at my match with Maelstrom. I thought I'd won, when I'd drawn. You never know the result until you're in the back after the match and the announcer has called the verdict out.
DJ: Well, ok then. Different to ME, but that's cool, that's cool. We've gotta take a break and play a funky hit, but we'll be right back. Pleasure having you on the show, Karl. You gonna stick around?
Karl: Yeah, why not.
DJ: OK. Cool. This is Mr Entertainment telling you all to listen out, because this next track
Karl: [interrupting] here on livewire1350 AM, medium wave, and on the net as well, is "Machine Men" by Bruce Dickinson. Take it away, Bruce.
DJ: That's my line...
[CUE UP: "Machine Men" by Bruce Dickinson, as we FADE, erm...CUT the sound]
DJ: OK, you crazy cats out there in the big wide world, I've got a real special guest with me here tonight on "Tonight With Mr Entertainment". I speak of none other than one of the most entertaining men on this PLANET, though not as entertaining as myself. A man who went toe to toe with the MIGHTY Maelstrom and lived to tell the tale. A man who's gonna burn right the way through the competition, Karl "THE DRAGON" Brown. Karl, let me start straight off by welcoming you to the show.
Karl: A pleasure to be here.
DJ: The pleasure is all yours, I'm sure. Now, let's talk MAELSTROM. How in the HELL did you manage to keep up with him?
Karl: By training hard, keeping myself in shape, and giving him the respect he deserves. Maelstrom's done a lot, so I knew he'd be able to handle himself in the ring. I watched some of his old matches, to get a feel for him, but in the ring you can't rely solely on research. I guess in the end it came down to me knowing that it was the biggest match of my career, so I was psyched.
DJ: Yeah, but surviving Mortal Sin?
Karl: That's what I'm talking about. I know I'd said in the promotional tapes that if he locked it in, he'd win, but I couldn't let myself be beaten that easily. I was too determined not to lose. I wanted to prove myself. A mans pride and ego, as you know, are massive influences. My pride wouldn't let me lose so easily, so I found a way to get the ref to order the break. I couldn't escape when he locked it in because I was to busy trying to stop him locking it in. So, I knew that I had to do something else. Lucky for me, the ropes were close at hand.
DJ: Yeah. I thought you were TOAST after the jackknife, and Mortal Sin looked to have sealed the deal. Speaking of which, you've got to deal with someone else now, haven't ya? Watcher, right?
Karl: Yeah.
DJ: What're your thoughts on what happened to him at Combat?
Karl: I disagree with attacking someone in the back. Especially if you're not involved in the match. But, it's happened, and can't be changed. All I'm looking at now is the fact that I have to face him at the next Combat.
DJ: Yeah, but he DID beat Maelstrom. That's gotta play a factor, seeing as how you only drew.
Karl: And we've both lost to Dakota Smith, who lost to Maelstrom. Previous wins and losses mean nothing when we set foot in the ring. What his past is, I don't know, nor do I really care. He's my opponent this time around, and that's all I care about.
DJ: So, how're you gonna prepare?
Karl: Same way as always. I'm sure the fans are tired of hearing me spout that off time and time again, so let's just say it worked for my match with Maelstrom, so maybe it'll work with The Watcher.
DJ: Maybe?
Karl: Every match is different. And I can't say I'm certain to win until I've actually won. I mean, look at my match with Maelstrom. I thought I'd won, when I'd drawn. You never know the result until you're in the back after the match and the announcer has called the verdict out.
DJ: Well, ok then. Different to ME, but that's cool, that's cool. We've gotta take a break and play a funky hit, but we'll be right back. Pleasure having you on the show, Karl. You gonna stick around?
Karl: Yeah, why not.
DJ: OK. Cool. This is Mr Entertainment telling you all to listen out, because this next track
Karl: [interrupting] here on livewire1350 AM, medium wave, and on the net as well, is "Machine Men" by Bruce Dickinson. Take it away, Bruce.
DJ: That's my line...
[CUE UP: "Machine Men" by Bruce Dickinson, as we FADE, erm...CUT the sound]
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Fade in: on a beat up sign reading, "Welcome to Central Park." The shot zooms out to show darkness and dim lighting at the entrance to the park. The cameraman takes a few cautious steps forward, panning around. Nobody is present on the scene, and after panning the steps of the cameraman pick up a bit. The camera suddenly angles downward. The cameraman seems to be holding it in one hand, his other ruffling through a pocket, perhaps. Then the camera pans back up slightly, and we see what the cameraman was digging around for....a small handheld device, difficult to make out in the darkness. It soon becomes clear though....after a latch is fingered up, and the business end of a switchblade shoots out. The cameraman stops walking and can be heard laughing -- a nasal-filled, quiet laugh.
CM: This is it. Nowhere left to go for that b*stard....but six feet under.
The cameraman, clearly not the typical of his field, conceals the blade again and continues walking. The scene cuts out.
When it cuts back in, the shot shows a deeper part of Central Park. On either side of the path, there are some homeless people sitting on the grass. A few lounge around, not yet asleep, and the lucky ones are resting on a bench. Flames from a lighter or two flicker up in the hands of a couple people, but we can't distinguish any features from the poor source of light. None of them lie in the dull beam of lamps. The cameraman takes his time, looking at each person closely before moving onto the next. They look back with a variety of stares or leers, but none advance. The cameraman finally comes upon one person in particular, sitting against a tree with some food wrappers and a paper bag open next to him. He's the only one with decent clothes on; a grey, hooded sweatshirt, navy blue sweatpants, and black combat boots peeking out from the pants. The black ski mask conceals his face once more, with icy blue eyes glaring up, and the faint sight of air coming from the man. The Watcher. The cameraman speaks in a nasally, half-whisper.
CM: Watcher! I'm glad I managed to find you. It's been weeks since anyone has heard from you. It's not like you to just show up to the arena without saying a word. Medina...well, he's been wondering where one of his guys went off to.
Watcher looks at the cameraman, unmoving. Then he blinks and crosses his legs in front of him, sitting up straight against the tree.
Watcher: I've been around. I don't see why anyone should be worried about my location....I've never heard a complaint out of Medina before. He should know I will show up to the arena and take part when I am supposed to.
CM: Yeah well...he's got to keep a tight ship and all. You know how it is. Anyway, I've been sent to get your thoughts on your match for this week against Karl....uh...Brown....
The cameraman stammers a bit, due to Watcher standing up and approaching him. Watcher pushes the camera aside with a hand and begins walking off. The cameraman begins to follow him.
CM: Watcher? Hey, wait a minute...you need to speak about Brown and the match...
The cameraman raises his voice.
CM: Watcher! What do you think you're doing? You owe the public a word on your--
All at once, Watcher turns around and shoves the camera aside, but it's easy to tell he's in the face of the cameraman. His voice is like gravel.
Watcher: I don't need to answer to the public about anyone or anything! Is that clear to you?! I don't have to think about it; I..just..know it. There's nothing I have to speak on, and nobody I need to address! I do what I want.
The cameraman lands on his tailbone with a gasp after being shoved down onto grass by Watcher, who turns away and begins walking. He stops some feet away, though, unmoving. The cameraman takes out the hilt of the switchblade and holds it in hand, getting up with the camera, but Watcher starts to turn back around so the weapon is quickly concealed. Watcher turns around and comes back towards the cameraman, who stands and doesn't move but keeps filming. The other people there look with a degree of interest at what is happening.
Watcher: Fine...I'll speak my mind. But not here. Come...
Watcher leads the cameraman down the path and through some cherubs to another clearing. Watcher sits down on a bench and sighs. The cameraman stands a few steps behind the bench, as if trying to decide something. Watcher cranks his head around after a few seconds, looking at the cameraman and waving him around. The cameraman hesitates for another few moments before complying. He films Watcher sitting on the bench, front and center of the shot, looking at the ground with his arms at his knees, hands clasped.
Watcher: There have been a series of events coming to a head in the NWL as of late. I haven't lost sight of those happenings, but there have been certain circumstances brewing around my own presence....and they have taken precedence for myself. That's not to say that I've neglected to see what Karl Brown has said recently. I have a radio, after all. It's also not to say I haven't been thinking about this coming match, because I have. In fact, that is part of the reason for my recent, prolonged silence.
Watcher turns his head from side to side. A cracking sound is heard each time he reaches the pinnacle of each turn. Watcher then looks up.
Watcher: This is a pivotal week in the WLS. This match is one of two that will be watched very closely by all. But it might not be why you believe, or why Karl Brown believes. It is not because I'm coming off of my first loss, no longer undefeated. Nor is it because Karl Brown is coming off of a draw against Maelstrom. Nor, even, is it because we are both the supposed "rookie sensations" of the NWL....or the wrestling world, so far this year. No....none of those things has to do with why I see this week as being pivotal in the WLS. Rather, it has to do with the end. The finale of this series. If you take a look at the records of each person in the series right now, you'll know what I mean. For myself....this week is more important than any other. It dwarfs any of my matches thus far. If I lose this match....then I am out of the running. My goal of becoming NWL Champion will be cut short. Unless, that is....unless Dakota Smith loses his match with Lars Magellan. That will not be an easy task for Magellan, but he is not in the WLS because he got lucky. He earned his spot just as the rest of us did. So if Magellan finds victory against Dakota Smith...then I will still be in the running either way.
Watcher pauses and looks down at the park path pavement again...and lets out a momentary laugh.
Watcher: Rarely have I ever rested my fate in the hands of another. Yet, if I lose to Karl Brown, I will be doing just that. I will be banking my hopes on Lars Magellan defeating Dakota Smith, to preserve my own chances. And that's not something I'm comfortable with doing. I've come too far...survived too long to let myself be put in that position. So....
CM: ....so..?
Watcher looks back up, voice rough but calm.
Watcher: Karl Brown. That leads me to think about the challenge you present me. There is no doubt that you have accomplished something already in your career. Lately, being able to make it to the WLS, and then go to a stalemate with Maelstrom has certainly proven how dangerous you can be. You are not dangerous in the same way as Maelstrom...you are not as aggressive. People have noted the subtle threat you pose. I know its presence. Dakota Smith knows it. Maelstrom knows it. But few have been able to do much about it. Through it all, however....you refuse to fully acknowledge what you are capable of. This is shown by your claim that the Mortal Sin, if locked onto you, would probably defeat you...and the fact that it didn't. You can talk about what's on paper and how you don't "plan" on losing....but what I see in you, that I don't see in Maelstrom...or Dakota Smith...or even Lars Magellan...is that you lack definitive answers to the questions in front of you. Questions about who you are facing...how much you believe what you say...and how much you are influenced by others. I won't answer these questions for you...it's pointless for me to give you anything. I have my own questions to answer. But when it comes to the match at hand, I make sure to have my answers. For instance, I don't find myself questioning whether I truly am confident in myself...capable or not of beating an opponent. Some might say I'm arrogant in that sense...claim I'm looking too far into my previous matches. I'm not. I don't feel I'm the best in the world. Among other things, my mentor has taught me discipline. But if your last match showed one thing about Karl Brown, it's that he is not so aware of his limits...as you say you are.
Watcher lifts his legs up and crosses them while sitting on the bench.
Watcher: Still....there is a short list of people I would be more wary of to face, and more quick to prepare for. You can be sure that I'll be ready for this match, Karl. I have everything to lose, and nothing to gain this week. The only thing I am granted, in victory, is the survival of my chance to win the NWL Heavyweight Championship. But in the end, there is nothing gained in that...it is only breaking even. If that is all I can achieve this week, though, then that is what my sights are set on. That is all I can do.
Watcher pauses again, looking away, seemingly in thought. After a brief silence, he speaks, still looking adrift.
Watcher: The past is a powerful element, Karl. It does indeed play a role in the present, in the ring and out. You may not think that previous wins and losses affect the current situation, but that is not the case. Our previous wins and losses hold all the meaning of this series, and leave us on a delicate balance...some in more delicate positions than others. One-by-one, people will fall out of this balance, out of contention. And if you don't watch out, Karl...this match may seal your chance at winning this series. For all your studying and ability to deal with losing, all your planning...can you truly accept that fate, Karl -- elimination from the WLS -- and sit satisfied with what you accomplished? I only wish I could...it's a luxury to be able to. But Karl...I can't stop now. I can't let this chance to win the NWL Heavyweight Title pass me by. I don't feel as you do, that I can seek out another chance to win this title. I can only persue this one, and succeed in my mission. I don't have the luxury of hoping I can accomplish that goal, as you do, Karl. I can only accomplish it. I have no choice to make...I can only win the Wrestling League Series. I can only be the first NWL World Champion. It's the only path I have left to walk.
Watcher begins to get up from the bench, when someone emerges from the shadows behind him and grabs him. Watcher must have heard the guy coming up from behind, because he managed to slip his hands between the guy's arms and Watcher's own neck. Even so, the person has Watcher in a predicament. The cameraman is taken off guard, gasping. It's one of the homeless people. He sounds muffled as he struggles with Watcher. The guy must have teeth missing that affect the sound of his voice.
Homeless: You're the one with luxury...son of a (BLEEP)! I've been here for how long? (BLEEP)! I don't remember!
Watcher stops struggling as much, but his hands remain blocking the homeless man from completely choking the life out of him. More of the homeless strangers come near the bench, and Watcher's eyes peer around at them as the one who struggles with him continues.
Homeless: But you come here, sleep for a night or two and now LOOK! You've got a guy looking for you. LOOKING for you! In all my time here, I've NEVER had anyone come LOOKING for me!
The man starts breaking down and crying, but his grips remains firm as he tries to tighten it around Watcher's neck. Watcher resists and the man becomes more agitated.
Homeless: WHY DO THEY COME LOOKING FOR YOU!!
Watcher makes a gasping sound, trying to get air, but manages to respond.
Watcher: I'm sorry.
Homeless: Sorry...SORRY! Who are you to come here and bring someone LOOKING FOR YOU! And now YOU'RE SORRY! SORRY!
Watcher: Yes...I'm sss...sorry. I didn't mean to draw any...any...attention to my--
Homeless: SHUTUP! SHUTUP YOU SON OF A (BLEEP)! YOU'RE NOTHING! NOBODY! I'm gonna (BLEEP)ING KILL YOU FOR IT!
Watcher: I...can't...let...you...
As if he was holding back, Watcher instantly breaks the grip of his assailant. He snaps up onto the bench and reaches back, grabbing the head of the man, and brings him flying over the bench. The guy hits the bench on his back and then slides off, wincing in pain but looking otherwise unharmed. The rest of the people back away while Watcher looks at them, standing on the bench. The cameraman, who didn't do a thing to help Watcher while he was being attacked, also steps back. Watcher steps off the bench and looks around at the people again.
Watcher: I'm sorry.
Watcher then begins walking past them, onto the park path. The man who was flung down by Watcher gets back up, looking dazed but livid. He takes up a beer bottle that some litterer had left on the grass. Watcher doesn't see the man come behind him, but turns as the man steps onto the pavement and approaches.
SFX: CRACK!!
The shattered glass of the bottle lands on the pavement. Moments later, Watcher follows, falling to all fours. His bottle wielding assailant is ranting. The cameraman doesn't move, nor do the other homeless people. The only one who does is the now crazed homeless man. He drops the bottle and begins beating on Watcher. Nobody follows his lead. Watcher is soon kissing the pavement as his body lies on it. The homeless man beats him with his flailing limbs, thin as they are. The flick of a blade being released is heard. Those gathered look at the cameraman, some yelling out.
CM: You beggars get the hell out of here.
They all look stunned, except the one beating on Watcher. He continues his assault.
CM: I said GET OUT OF HERE IF YOU VALUE YOUR PATHETIC LIVES!!
Most of the people move back. The one next to Watcher drops down to his knees and clenches his hands around Watcher's throat, squeezing. The cameraman sets the camera down, facing the scene, and walks up to the man and Watcher.
CM: You too!
The "cameraman" lunges downward, plunging the knife into the homeless man. After a second or two more, the man stops choking Watcher. The "cameraman" is seen twisting his hand that holds the knife.
CM: You did real good for me. Now I have less work ahead of me. But you're a nuisance now. Go away.
The homeless man tries to speak, but chokes up. He falls back, and the "cameraman" removes the knife. A man can be seen walking towards the scene. The "cameraman" sees him as he bends down to take Watcher's pulse, but curses as he sees this other person approaching quickly. The "cameraman" only has enough time to wipe the knife handle off on the shirt of the homeless man and leave it there before grabbing the camera and moving into the nearby brush. The camera stops moving once its owner is in sufficient cover of darkness, and the shot focuses on this other person who walks onto the scene. His features are indistinguishable. He has a blue hat on his head, and a black leather coat and gloves concealing any other clothing. The homeless people have also scattered, taking the injured assailant of Watcher. This man looks over Watcher, spotting the knife, and looks around and in the direction of the "cameraman," but doesn't seem to see anyone. Once the man looks back at Watcher, the "cameraman" backs off and the shot cuts out. Fade out.
Fade in: on a beat up sign reading, "Welcome to Central Park." The shot zooms out to show darkness and dim lighting at the entrance to the park. The cameraman takes a few cautious steps forward, panning around. Nobody is present on the scene, and after panning the steps of the cameraman pick up a bit. The camera suddenly angles downward. The cameraman seems to be holding it in one hand, his other ruffling through a pocket, perhaps. Then the camera pans back up slightly, and we see what the cameraman was digging around for....a small handheld device, difficult to make out in the darkness. It soon becomes clear though....after a latch is fingered up, and the business end of a switchblade shoots out. The cameraman stops walking and can be heard laughing -- a nasal-filled, quiet laugh.
CM: This is it. Nowhere left to go for that b*stard....but six feet under.
The cameraman, clearly not the typical of his field, conceals the blade again and continues walking. The scene cuts out.
When it cuts back in, the shot shows a deeper part of Central Park. On either side of the path, there are some homeless people sitting on the grass. A few lounge around, not yet asleep, and the lucky ones are resting on a bench. Flames from a lighter or two flicker up in the hands of a couple people, but we can't distinguish any features from the poor source of light. None of them lie in the dull beam of lamps. The cameraman takes his time, looking at each person closely before moving onto the next. They look back with a variety of stares or leers, but none advance. The cameraman finally comes upon one person in particular, sitting against a tree with some food wrappers and a paper bag open next to him. He's the only one with decent clothes on; a grey, hooded sweatshirt, navy blue sweatpants, and black combat boots peeking out from the pants. The black ski mask conceals his face once more, with icy blue eyes glaring up, and the faint sight of air coming from the man. The Watcher. The cameraman speaks in a nasally, half-whisper.
CM: Watcher! I'm glad I managed to find you. It's been weeks since anyone has heard from you. It's not like you to just show up to the arena without saying a word. Medina...well, he's been wondering where one of his guys went off to.
Watcher looks at the cameraman, unmoving. Then he blinks and crosses his legs in front of him, sitting up straight against the tree.
Watcher: I've been around. I don't see why anyone should be worried about my location....I've never heard a complaint out of Medina before. He should know I will show up to the arena and take part when I am supposed to.
CM: Yeah well...he's got to keep a tight ship and all. You know how it is. Anyway, I've been sent to get your thoughts on your match for this week against Karl....uh...Brown....
The cameraman stammers a bit, due to Watcher standing up and approaching him. Watcher pushes the camera aside with a hand and begins walking off. The cameraman begins to follow him.
CM: Watcher? Hey, wait a minute...you need to speak about Brown and the match...
The cameraman raises his voice.
CM: Watcher! What do you think you're doing? You owe the public a word on your--
All at once, Watcher turns around and shoves the camera aside, but it's easy to tell he's in the face of the cameraman. His voice is like gravel.
Watcher: I don't need to answer to the public about anyone or anything! Is that clear to you?! I don't have to think about it; I..just..know it. There's nothing I have to speak on, and nobody I need to address! I do what I want.
The cameraman lands on his tailbone with a gasp after being shoved down onto grass by Watcher, who turns away and begins walking. He stops some feet away, though, unmoving. The cameraman takes out the hilt of the switchblade and holds it in hand, getting up with the camera, but Watcher starts to turn back around so the weapon is quickly concealed. Watcher turns around and comes back towards the cameraman, who stands and doesn't move but keeps filming. The other people there look with a degree of interest at what is happening.
Watcher: Fine...I'll speak my mind. But not here. Come...
Watcher leads the cameraman down the path and through some cherubs to another clearing. Watcher sits down on a bench and sighs. The cameraman stands a few steps behind the bench, as if trying to decide something. Watcher cranks his head around after a few seconds, looking at the cameraman and waving him around. The cameraman hesitates for another few moments before complying. He films Watcher sitting on the bench, front and center of the shot, looking at the ground with his arms at his knees, hands clasped.
Watcher: There have been a series of events coming to a head in the NWL as of late. I haven't lost sight of those happenings, but there have been certain circumstances brewing around my own presence....and they have taken precedence for myself. That's not to say that I've neglected to see what Karl Brown has said recently. I have a radio, after all. It's also not to say I haven't been thinking about this coming match, because I have. In fact, that is part of the reason for my recent, prolonged silence.
Watcher turns his head from side to side. A cracking sound is heard each time he reaches the pinnacle of each turn. Watcher then looks up.
Watcher: This is a pivotal week in the WLS. This match is one of two that will be watched very closely by all. But it might not be why you believe, or why Karl Brown believes. It is not because I'm coming off of my first loss, no longer undefeated. Nor is it because Karl Brown is coming off of a draw against Maelstrom. Nor, even, is it because we are both the supposed "rookie sensations" of the NWL....or the wrestling world, so far this year. No....none of those things has to do with why I see this week as being pivotal in the WLS. Rather, it has to do with the end. The finale of this series. If you take a look at the records of each person in the series right now, you'll know what I mean. For myself....this week is more important than any other. It dwarfs any of my matches thus far. If I lose this match....then I am out of the running. My goal of becoming NWL Champion will be cut short. Unless, that is....unless Dakota Smith loses his match with Lars Magellan. That will not be an easy task for Magellan, but he is not in the WLS because he got lucky. He earned his spot just as the rest of us did. So if Magellan finds victory against Dakota Smith...then I will still be in the running either way.
Watcher pauses and looks down at the park path pavement again...and lets out a momentary laugh.
Watcher: Rarely have I ever rested my fate in the hands of another. Yet, if I lose to Karl Brown, I will be doing just that. I will be banking my hopes on Lars Magellan defeating Dakota Smith, to preserve my own chances. And that's not something I'm comfortable with doing. I've come too far...survived too long to let myself be put in that position. So....
CM: ....so..?
Watcher looks back up, voice rough but calm.
Watcher: Karl Brown. That leads me to think about the challenge you present me. There is no doubt that you have accomplished something already in your career. Lately, being able to make it to the WLS, and then go to a stalemate with Maelstrom has certainly proven how dangerous you can be. You are not dangerous in the same way as Maelstrom...you are not as aggressive. People have noted the subtle threat you pose. I know its presence. Dakota Smith knows it. Maelstrom knows it. But few have been able to do much about it. Through it all, however....you refuse to fully acknowledge what you are capable of. This is shown by your claim that the Mortal Sin, if locked onto you, would probably defeat you...and the fact that it didn't. You can talk about what's on paper and how you don't "plan" on losing....but what I see in you, that I don't see in Maelstrom...or Dakota Smith...or even Lars Magellan...is that you lack definitive answers to the questions in front of you. Questions about who you are facing...how much you believe what you say...and how much you are influenced by others. I won't answer these questions for you...it's pointless for me to give you anything. I have my own questions to answer. But when it comes to the match at hand, I make sure to have my answers. For instance, I don't find myself questioning whether I truly am confident in myself...capable or not of beating an opponent. Some might say I'm arrogant in that sense...claim I'm looking too far into my previous matches. I'm not. I don't feel I'm the best in the world. Among other things, my mentor has taught me discipline. But if your last match showed one thing about Karl Brown, it's that he is not so aware of his limits...as you say you are.
Watcher lifts his legs up and crosses them while sitting on the bench.
Watcher: Still....there is a short list of people I would be more wary of to face, and more quick to prepare for. You can be sure that I'll be ready for this match, Karl. I have everything to lose, and nothing to gain this week. The only thing I am granted, in victory, is the survival of my chance to win the NWL Heavyweight Championship. But in the end, there is nothing gained in that...it is only breaking even. If that is all I can achieve this week, though, then that is what my sights are set on. That is all I can do.
Watcher pauses again, looking away, seemingly in thought. After a brief silence, he speaks, still looking adrift.
Watcher: The past is a powerful element, Karl. It does indeed play a role in the present, in the ring and out. You may not think that previous wins and losses affect the current situation, but that is not the case. Our previous wins and losses hold all the meaning of this series, and leave us on a delicate balance...some in more delicate positions than others. One-by-one, people will fall out of this balance, out of contention. And if you don't watch out, Karl...this match may seal your chance at winning this series. For all your studying and ability to deal with losing, all your planning...can you truly accept that fate, Karl -- elimination from the WLS -- and sit satisfied with what you accomplished? I only wish I could...it's a luxury to be able to. But Karl...I can't stop now. I can't let this chance to win the NWL Heavyweight Title pass me by. I don't feel as you do, that I can seek out another chance to win this title. I can only persue this one, and succeed in my mission. I don't have the luxury of hoping I can accomplish that goal, as you do, Karl. I can only accomplish it. I have no choice to make...I can only win the Wrestling League Series. I can only be the first NWL World Champion. It's the only path I have left to walk.
Watcher begins to get up from the bench, when someone emerges from the shadows behind him and grabs him. Watcher must have heard the guy coming up from behind, because he managed to slip his hands between the guy's arms and Watcher's own neck. Even so, the person has Watcher in a predicament. The cameraman is taken off guard, gasping. It's one of the homeless people. He sounds muffled as he struggles with Watcher. The guy must have teeth missing that affect the sound of his voice.
Homeless: You're the one with luxury...son of a (BLEEP)! I've been here for how long? (BLEEP)! I don't remember!
Watcher stops struggling as much, but his hands remain blocking the homeless man from completely choking the life out of him. More of the homeless strangers come near the bench, and Watcher's eyes peer around at them as the one who struggles with him continues.
Homeless: But you come here, sleep for a night or two and now LOOK! You've got a guy looking for you. LOOKING for you! In all my time here, I've NEVER had anyone come LOOKING for me!
The man starts breaking down and crying, but his grips remains firm as he tries to tighten it around Watcher's neck. Watcher resists and the man becomes more agitated.
Homeless: WHY DO THEY COME LOOKING FOR YOU!!
Watcher makes a gasping sound, trying to get air, but manages to respond.
Watcher: I'm sorry.
Homeless: Sorry...SORRY! Who are you to come here and bring someone LOOKING FOR YOU! And now YOU'RE SORRY! SORRY!
Watcher: Yes...I'm sss...sorry. I didn't mean to draw any...any...attention to my--
Homeless: SHUTUP! SHUTUP YOU SON OF A (BLEEP)! YOU'RE NOTHING! NOBODY! I'm gonna (BLEEP)ING KILL YOU FOR IT!
Watcher: I...can't...let...you...
As if he was holding back, Watcher instantly breaks the grip of his assailant. He snaps up onto the bench and reaches back, grabbing the head of the man, and brings him flying over the bench. The guy hits the bench on his back and then slides off, wincing in pain but looking otherwise unharmed. The rest of the people back away while Watcher looks at them, standing on the bench. The cameraman, who didn't do a thing to help Watcher while he was being attacked, also steps back. Watcher steps off the bench and looks around at the people again.
Watcher: I'm sorry.
Watcher then begins walking past them, onto the park path. The man who was flung down by Watcher gets back up, looking dazed but livid. He takes up a beer bottle that some litterer had left on the grass. Watcher doesn't see the man come behind him, but turns as the man steps onto the pavement and approaches.
SFX: CRACK!!
The shattered glass of the bottle lands on the pavement. Moments later, Watcher follows, falling to all fours. His bottle wielding assailant is ranting. The cameraman doesn't move, nor do the other homeless people. The only one who does is the now crazed homeless man. He drops the bottle and begins beating on Watcher. Nobody follows his lead. Watcher is soon kissing the pavement as his body lies on it. The homeless man beats him with his flailing limbs, thin as they are. The flick of a blade being released is heard. Those gathered look at the cameraman, some yelling out.
CM: You beggars get the hell out of here.
They all look stunned, except the one beating on Watcher. He continues his assault.
CM: I said GET OUT OF HERE IF YOU VALUE YOUR PATHETIC LIVES!!
Most of the people move back. The one next to Watcher drops down to his knees and clenches his hands around Watcher's throat, squeezing. The cameraman sets the camera down, facing the scene, and walks up to the man and Watcher.
CM: You too!
The "cameraman" lunges downward, plunging the knife into the homeless man. After a second or two more, the man stops choking Watcher. The "cameraman" is seen twisting his hand that holds the knife.
CM: You did real good for me. Now I have less work ahead of me. But you're a nuisance now. Go away.
The homeless man tries to speak, but chokes up. He falls back, and the "cameraman" removes the knife. A man can be seen walking towards the scene. The "cameraman" sees him as he bends down to take Watcher's pulse, but curses as he sees this other person approaching quickly. The "cameraman" only has enough time to wipe the knife handle off on the shirt of the homeless man and leave it there before grabbing the camera and moving into the nearby brush. The camera stops moving once its owner is in sufficient cover of darkness, and the shot focuses on this other person who walks onto the scene. His features are indistinguishable. He has a blue hat on his head, and a black leather coat and gloves concealing any other clothing. The homeless people have also scattered, taking the injured assailant of Watcher. This man looks over Watcher, spotting the knife, and looks around and in the direction of the "cameraman," but doesn't seem to see anyone. Once the man looks back at Watcher, the "cameraman" backs off and the shot cuts out. Fade out.
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Member
Time to heal...
Fade in: on what looks to be a medical room. There are shelves with a variety of medicine bottles and stacks of gauze pads. There are a couple beds and an examining table. Lying on a bed is none other than The Watcher. He's got on the same clothes as before, but no ski mask. Instead, a mask of dark blue, with crimson red marks running across it. A door can be heard opening, followed soon after by the appearance of a woman. She has shoulder-length brown hair, emerald green eyes, and tanned skin. She wears black slacks and a red top with shoulder straps, fitting her form nicely. This woman gives a firm shake of Watcher, causing him to stir and wake up with a start, jutting up into a sitting position. Watcher looks around. The woman puts a hand on his shoulder.
"It's all right. You're safe here."
Watcher looks up at the woman, who provides a soft smile.
Watcher: You....what's going on..? How did I get here? How did you find me?
"It's been so long since we'd been in contact...it worried us, so we went looking and found people that had seen you. The hints led us to the park."
Watcher: The park? Oh...yes...
Watcher rubs his head, wincing.
Watcher: I remember now. But I thought...he couldn't help. It's too dangerous!
Watcher tries to stand but the woman keeps him sitting.
"You had eluded them so far, and he said that a chance had opened for us to help keep things that way. They would have closed in on you sooner than later if someone hadn't given you a helping hand. So we did."
Watcher: But what about--
"Shh....it's all right. You shouldn't worry about it. Don't you have a match coming up in a few days? You need to keep sharp for that."
Watcher looks around the room.
Watcher: It's been a while since I found myself here. I've missed this place. It was comfortable...safe....
"Yes, but life doesn't stop for comforts. You had your time to train here, just like everyone who passes through. Then a choice to make. It just so happens this is where you came back to. I guess you can think of it as a resting stop. Just don't get too comfortable here."
She winks and walks to the door.
Watcher: Cindy....
"Yes?"
Watcher: Thank you...both of you, for bringing me back. I don't know if I can do this alone.
"The pleasure is ours to have you back for a bit."
She leaves. Watcher slides off the bed and stands, stretching. Fade out.
Fade in: on a training room. There are free weight sets on one side, weight machines on the other, and a wrestling ring in the middle. Watcher has on a sleeveless blue shirt and blue shorts, along with wrestling boots that extend to his calves. He helps a couple of amateurs spar in the ring, taking them one at a time and exchanging holds. A tall, slim man comes walking in. He has on a body suit of blue, with orange streaks all over it, in no particular pattern. A mask accompanies the suit; blue with gaps for the eyes and mouth, and orange lining those gaps. He looks up at the ring and smiles.
"Learning some lessons in there?"
Watcher looks at the man outside the ring. His sparring partner takes advantage and counters out of a hold, kipping up and surprising Watcher, who laughs a little.
Watcher: Who are you asking, them or me? I think I've picked up a couple pointers here.
Both share a laugh. Watcher turns to the two amateurs.
Watcher: You two get some more practice, okay?
Watcher exits the ring and walks to a corner with this other masked man. Watcher takes a seat on a weight bench as the other leans against the wall, arms crossed.
Watcher: It's good to see you, Fanatic.
Fanatic: I should be the one to say that. I didn't think I'd ever find you here again.
Watcher: Well, that makes two of us.
Fanatic: Oh, I see....then I take it this is not an extended visit?
Watcher: 'Fraid not, my friend. I've got some business to finish. Why are you here, though? Haven't you found a bit of a niche in Florida?
Fanatic: Yes, I enjoy it there. But every now and then I'll return here, to give back a little.
Watcher: I saw Cindy here before....
Fanatic: Right...she's been keeping the place in order while everyone's in and out.
Watcher: I feel so out of the loop, man. It's as if I blinked out of the world and into my own drama for a time. Everything's changed.
Fanatic: No, nothing's changed. Look...I don't know what you've been up to recently. People haven't really been willing to share. I know you've been in NWL, and some people have been showing up. But whatever happens, I know you've got the skills to press on. You're going to be the NWL World Champion, I know it!
Watcher scoffs.
Watcher: You're always so damn energetic. The truth is, I don't know what those guys are up to. What they're planning next. But I know, after all I went through so far, I'm not about to give in. And that means getting through this Wrestling League Series.
Fanatic: You have had some stiff competition. Maelstrom...the son of Nevada Smith...and now Karl "The Dragon" Brown....do you think you can contend with him this week?
Watcher: I have to if I want to keep my chance to win alive. I feel Brown's got great skill in the ring. I've seen some of his work in other promotions...but I've got confidence in my own skills, as well. I'm not going to be giving anyone any more breathing room than is necessary, from now on. Including myself.
Fanatic: What do you mean?
Watcher: Last show, I got attacked and roughed up before my match. It ended up costing me big. The show before that, I was setup...but those things happened because I didn't keep aware enough. If I keep myself focused, and one step ahead, then I will head into the rest of my matches without a handicap. Then it will just be a matter of defeating my opponent, in this case Karl Brown.
Fanatic: I've seen reports about him, and a little tape.
Watcher: Reports are overrated. They can write whatever they want on paper. I'm more concerned with his outlook and the skills he has shown. The tricky thing about Brown is....he's still got untapped potential. He's always preparing for the worst, and although that's going to cause him a bit of time to get adjusted when the match begins, he's been able to adjust without much detriment.
Fanatic: Maybe his opposition just hasn't pressed him enough during that time.
Watcher: Perhaps...perhaps....but I think patience and understanding will be keys. We both possess the tools necessary to defeat one another. It could come down to that one mistake, as the time-tested saying goes. But I don't intend to let it get to that point. Nobody has found my breaking point yet, and I won't let Brown reach it. I will find his first, and then it will only be a matter of finishing him.
Fanatic: That could take a while, the way you talk about it....
Watcher: Patience, my friend. It lies within the confines of patience, and knowing when to push. I won't be beaten this far into the series, though. I cannot allow myself to suffer another defeat, and despite what he's done thus far, Karl Brown is going to find another who will force him down into the gullet of defeat.
Fanatic: It's good that you're confident. Just make sure you keep focus.
Watcher: That's alright....I never said this would be easy. I just said that it's something I have to do. Karl Brown may see my view as arrogant, something like Maelstrom. But....
Watcher stands and pats Fanatic on the shoulder.
Watcher: I have good people to get me to this point. And confidence only hurts the one who can't control it. I think, after all this time, control is the one thing I have learned. Control of the inner rage...the monster within. Otherwise, I wouldn't even be standing here.
Fanatic: Hey, don't say that! We've got to grow old together, you know....
The two laugh again, walking across the room.
Watcher: I hope so....
They come to the ring and look up at the two amateurs, who finish up a series.
Fanatic: While we're still able, though, how about a match? One of them and one of us per team?
Watcher: Sounds good...for old-time's sake.
Fanatic: You know it!
Watcher and Fanatic get into the ring, ready to form the two teams with the amateurs. From the door of the room, unnoticed by the four in the ring, Cindy looks on with a smile. Fade out.
Fade in: on what looks to be a medical room. There are shelves with a variety of medicine bottles and stacks of gauze pads. There are a couple beds and an examining table. Lying on a bed is none other than The Watcher. He's got on the same clothes as before, but no ski mask. Instead, a mask of dark blue, with crimson red marks running across it. A door can be heard opening, followed soon after by the appearance of a woman. She has shoulder-length brown hair, emerald green eyes, and tanned skin. She wears black slacks and a red top with shoulder straps, fitting her form nicely. This woman gives a firm shake of Watcher, causing him to stir and wake up with a start, jutting up into a sitting position. Watcher looks around. The woman puts a hand on his shoulder.
"It's all right. You're safe here."
Watcher looks up at the woman, who provides a soft smile.
Watcher: You....what's going on..? How did I get here? How did you find me?
"It's been so long since we'd been in contact...it worried us, so we went looking and found people that had seen you. The hints led us to the park."
Watcher: The park? Oh...yes...
Watcher rubs his head, wincing.
Watcher: I remember now. But I thought...he couldn't help. It's too dangerous!
Watcher tries to stand but the woman keeps him sitting.
"You had eluded them so far, and he said that a chance had opened for us to help keep things that way. They would have closed in on you sooner than later if someone hadn't given you a helping hand. So we did."
Watcher: But what about--
"Shh....it's all right. You shouldn't worry about it. Don't you have a match coming up in a few days? You need to keep sharp for that."
Watcher looks around the room.
Watcher: It's been a while since I found myself here. I've missed this place. It was comfortable...safe....
"Yes, but life doesn't stop for comforts. You had your time to train here, just like everyone who passes through. Then a choice to make. It just so happens this is where you came back to. I guess you can think of it as a resting stop. Just don't get too comfortable here."
She winks and walks to the door.
Watcher: Cindy....
"Yes?"
Watcher: Thank you...both of you, for bringing me back. I don't know if I can do this alone.
"The pleasure is ours to have you back for a bit."
She leaves. Watcher slides off the bed and stands, stretching. Fade out.
Fade in: on a training room. There are free weight sets on one side, weight machines on the other, and a wrestling ring in the middle. Watcher has on a sleeveless blue shirt and blue shorts, along with wrestling boots that extend to his calves. He helps a couple of amateurs spar in the ring, taking them one at a time and exchanging holds. A tall, slim man comes walking in. He has on a body suit of blue, with orange streaks all over it, in no particular pattern. A mask accompanies the suit; blue with gaps for the eyes and mouth, and orange lining those gaps. He looks up at the ring and smiles.
"Learning some lessons in there?"
Watcher looks at the man outside the ring. His sparring partner takes advantage and counters out of a hold, kipping up and surprising Watcher, who laughs a little.
Watcher: Who are you asking, them or me? I think I've picked up a couple pointers here.
Both share a laugh. Watcher turns to the two amateurs.
Watcher: You two get some more practice, okay?
Watcher exits the ring and walks to a corner with this other masked man. Watcher takes a seat on a weight bench as the other leans against the wall, arms crossed.
Watcher: It's good to see you, Fanatic.
Fanatic: I should be the one to say that. I didn't think I'd ever find you here again.
Watcher: Well, that makes two of us.
Fanatic: Oh, I see....then I take it this is not an extended visit?
Watcher: 'Fraid not, my friend. I've got some business to finish. Why are you here, though? Haven't you found a bit of a niche in Florida?
Fanatic: Yes, I enjoy it there. But every now and then I'll return here, to give back a little.
Watcher: I saw Cindy here before....
Fanatic: Right...she's been keeping the place in order while everyone's in and out.
Watcher: I feel so out of the loop, man. It's as if I blinked out of the world and into my own drama for a time. Everything's changed.
Fanatic: No, nothing's changed. Look...I don't know what you've been up to recently. People haven't really been willing to share. I know you've been in NWL, and some people have been showing up. But whatever happens, I know you've got the skills to press on. You're going to be the NWL World Champion, I know it!
Watcher scoffs.
Watcher: You're always so damn energetic. The truth is, I don't know what those guys are up to. What they're planning next. But I know, after all I went through so far, I'm not about to give in. And that means getting through this Wrestling League Series.
Fanatic: You have had some stiff competition. Maelstrom...the son of Nevada Smith...and now Karl "The Dragon" Brown....do you think you can contend with him this week?
Watcher: I have to if I want to keep my chance to win alive. I feel Brown's got great skill in the ring. I've seen some of his work in other promotions...but I've got confidence in my own skills, as well. I'm not going to be giving anyone any more breathing room than is necessary, from now on. Including myself.
Fanatic: What do you mean?
Watcher: Last show, I got attacked and roughed up before my match. It ended up costing me big. The show before that, I was setup...but those things happened because I didn't keep aware enough. If I keep myself focused, and one step ahead, then I will head into the rest of my matches without a handicap. Then it will just be a matter of defeating my opponent, in this case Karl Brown.
Fanatic: I've seen reports about him, and a little tape.
Watcher: Reports are overrated. They can write whatever they want on paper. I'm more concerned with his outlook and the skills he has shown. The tricky thing about Brown is....he's still got untapped potential. He's always preparing for the worst, and although that's going to cause him a bit of time to get adjusted when the match begins, he's been able to adjust without much detriment.
Fanatic: Maybe his opposition just hasn't pressed him enough during that time.
Watcher: Perhaps...perhaps....but I think patience and understanding will be keys. We both possess the tools necessary to defeat one another. It could come down to that one mistake, as the time-tested saying goes. But I don't intend to let it get to that point. Nobody has found my breaking point yet, and I won't let Brown reach it. I will find his first, and then it will only be a matter of finishing him.
Fanatic: That could take a while, the way you talk about it....
Watcher: Patience, my friend. It lies within the confines of patience, and knowing when to push. I won't be beaten this far into the series, though. I cannot allow myself to suffer another defeat, and despite what he's done thus far, Karl Brown is going to find another who will force him down into the gullet of defeat.
Fanatic: It's good that you're confident. Just make sure you keep focus.
Watcher: That's alright....I never said this would be easy. I just said that it's something I have to do. Karl Brown may see my view as arrogant, something like Maelstrom. But....
Watcher stands and pats Fanatic on the shoulder.
Watcher: I have good people to get me to this point. And confidence only hurts the one who can't control it. I think, after all this time, control is the one thing I have learned. Control of the inner rage...the monster within. Otherwise, I wouldn't even be standing here.
Fanatic: Hey, don't say that! We've got to grow old together, you know....
The two laugh again, walking across the room.
Watcher: I hope so....
They come to the ring and look up at the two amateurs, who finish up a series.
Fanatic: While we're still able, though, how about a match? One of them and one of us per team?
Watcher: Sounds good...for old-time's sake.
Fanatic: You know it!
Watcher and Fanatic get into the ring, ready to form the two teams with the amateurs. From the door of the room, unnoticed by the four in the ring, Cindy looks on with a smile. Fade out.
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[FADE IN. Karl “The Dragon” Brown is sitting in a smokey bar. More accurately, the snug of the Fox and Hounds pub in Carlton, Nottingham, England. Opposite him at the table is an interviewer for a company with a contract to The Wrestling Channel]
Interviewer: OK, thanks for taking the time to talk to me about your upcoming match in the WLS. You’ve put on a great showing so far, if I may say so.
Karl: No worries, and thank you. What did you say your name was?
Interviewer: Jonathan Sweet.
Karl: OK.
JS: First question. You’ve been pretty quiet for this match; I was wondering what you’ve been doing whilst Watcher’s been promoting.
Karl: I’ve had a few niggling injuries to shake off, so I spent a couple of days resting up. I told myself a while ago I didn’t want to end up addicted to painkillers, so when I get seriously knocked around like I did in my last two matches, I’ll take an extra day or two off completely. You should never head into a match at a level you aren’t happy with.
JS: How do you mean?
Karl: If you aren’t in the right frame of mind, or if you aren’t totally happy that you’re physically ready to compete, then you haven’t got a chance of winning. If you enter a match without the right motivation, you’re gonna have a clouded mind. If you enter it doubting your physical capabilities, then you’re not going to give it all you can.
JS: So, mind over matter?
Karl: Yeah, more or less.
JS: OK. So, you took some time off to heal up. What’ve you done since then?
Karl: I’ve been doing some light training. I was gonna go through the ringer as I normally do, but my body was still a little stiff, and going up against anyone, especially an opponent of The Watchers’ calibre, you don’t want to injure yourself in training. Other than that, I’ve been relaxing a bit.
JS: Not resting on your laurels are you?
Karl: After my draw with Maelstrom? Not in the slightest. Like I said, I didn’t want to risk an injury before the match.
JS: So, I should think you’ve had a chance to catch Watcher’s promos. Any thoughts on them?
Karl: The first one was total mind game. It was amusing entertainment, but as an attempt to out psyche me, it failed totally. Like I said getting ready for my last WLS match, I don’t really focus on what the other guy does in promos anymore. If they can get more fans to watch the match by putting on some dark, sinister neo-horror flick, then that’s good for them. I’ll stick to keeping my thoughts clear, rather than going for hidden, cryptic messages.
JS: Cryptic?
Karl: Yeah. A lot of guys may say or do something, or have a promo segment slanted in some way, to get the fans attention, make them feel a certain way. For me, I prefer to let my wrestling do the talking. Cliché, yes, but it’s up to the individual.
JS: I’m afraid I still don’t understand.
Karl: Well, Rocko Daymon did some promo’s once where he went for a lot of hidden metaphor. I called him on trying to garner sympathy. Now, with Watcher, you can either see the end of his first promo as him saying that he IS going to beat me, or as him trying to shock people into asking questions about him. With an opponent, that would, in theory, cloud their minds, making them wary. But, like I said before, I don’t care what happens outside the ring, in an opponents past, or whatever. All that concerns me is the match at hand, and it’s that that I’m focused on one hundred per cent.
JS: Talking about the past, he made reference to one of your comments. Care to elucidate?
Karl: Like a lot of people, he seems to misconstrue what I say sometimes. The way I see life is like a path. The past is the path we’ve already trodden, leading us towards a point. The experiences we build along the way help us, and shape possible outcomes to circumstances. However, they don’t make things crystal clear; they don’t predetermine. The past is to be learnt from to see how to better ourselves, but in something like wrestling, our past matches mean nothing when it comes to bell time.
JS: Come again?
Karl: My matches against Magellan, Smith and Maelstrom have a bearing on the WLS. But, look before that. Hacker and Canada’s Hero… those two matches got me to the WLS. Let’s look away from the NWL, back further into the past. Back to my first ever match in MCW. A win, tainted, against Andrew Dalton, who went on the become the first, and only MCW US champion. How does that match have relevance on what will happen when you and I square off? Will I only be able to pull off an arm drag because I beat Andrew Dalton? What about Christian Sands? Or my match with Adam Benjamin? Rocko Daymon? Christian Sands again? Andrew Dalton? Mike Diamond? Christian Sands and Jonathan Marx? Christian Sands? Hacker? Troy Douglas? Canada’s Hero? Lars Magellan? Adam Benjamin? Derek Stolz? Dakota Smith? Jonathan Marx and Tyrone Walker? Maelstrom? How do any of these matches determine the course of our match, Watcher? They only tell us how we got there, how we made it to this point. My entire career, which I’ve just given you a brief summary of, has led to this point. But, in the ring again, what does it matter? Does my record of six losses, two draws and eleven wins mean I’m going to beat you? Or that I’m going to be able to pull off a move? No. The past is something we learn from so as not to repeat its mistakes. Nothing more. Our paths to get to this point were in preparation, but at the end of the day the wins and losses along the way mean nothing. Only what lessons we learn now from our mistakes then.
JS: You’ve still lost me.
Karl: Do any of the matches I’ve mentioned above have any direct baring on the outcome of my upcoming match?
JS: No.
Karl: Exactly. The past has no direct baring. Our wins and losses mean nothing now.
JS: OK. Moving on, he’s made comments about you not knowing what you’re capable of. Care to comment on those?
Karl: No one knows their full potential. But, as I recall, he said I probably don’t know my own limits, if I can say that Mortal Sin will prevail and then get out of it. There’s a little problem with his judgment there, in that I know my limits perfectly. And I aim to surpass them. To surpass my limits, I have to know them. What I don’t know is my ultimate potential, but that’s not the same as my current limits. I know my current limits are not enough for me to beat him. But on the night, when the pressure’s on and I need to surpass my own skills, I could very likely do so. That’s the difference; my full potential, which no one knows, is undoubtedly far in advance of my current limits.
JS: OK. Moving on to his second promo…
Karl: [interrupting] He started the same way as his entire first one went; mind games. They only work when a person lets them. I sat there enjoying the entertainment value again, whilst deciphering the messages. I do have a degree in English Literature, and my dissertation was on the meanings of Pirandello’s “Six Characters in Search of an Author,” so I do know how to step back and analyse what someone gives me. Really, it tells me a lot about my opponents.
JS: Could you tell us more?
Karl: I could, but it’d take too long to explain, and I’ve got a flight in twelve hours, remember?
JS: Ah, yes, of course. Maybe another time you can tell me?
Karl: Sure. But, as I was saying. Watcher gave me a lot to go on. I know a bit more than I did, so I have a better picture of some things to expect. He’s right about me taking some time in the early goings to get to know him better. But he’s also wrong on that point; I don’t take long. The first lock up against Maelstrom, I knew what his strategy was going to be. It takes very little time to work out some of the different paths the match can take. I won’t keep him waiting or guessing, or give him the opportunity to take me out early. This match is still important as a test of my own skills.
JS: And for the WLS.
Karl: Yeah. It could determine who wins the belt. If results go my way, I could be facing either Dakota Smith or Maelstrom, or both, or neither, for the title. Three of us could end up on five points, or Dakota could end up on eight, or Watcher could get six. It all hangs in the balance right now.
JS: Moving back to the match…
Karl: Watcher likes to talk about ‘forcing’ me down the ‘gullet of defeat’. It’s almost as if in his eyes, defeat is a living, breathing thing that he intends to feed me to. To me, it’s another obstacle, like he is in this match, like Maelstrom was in my last WLS match. So, in this match, I know full well there’s a chance for me to lose. Am I unconfident in my own abilities, like Kincaid said I was? No. I know my limits, aim to surpass them, and against the Watcher, I can only give my best. I know he’ll give the same.
JS: OK. Thanks for your time. I best let you get to the airport though; with those new security measures at the US end, you’ll be a while.
Karl: So long as they don’t make me late for the match [laughs]
[FADE OUT]
Interviewer: OK, thanks for taking the time to talk to me about your upcoming match in the WLS. You’ve put on a great showing so far, if I may say so.
Karl: No worries, and thank you. What did you say your name was?
Interviewer: Jonathan Sweet.
Karl: OK.
JS: First question. You’ve been pretty quiet for this match; I was wondering what you’ve been doing whilst Watcher’s been promoting.
Karl: I’ve had a few niggling injuries to shake off, so I spent a couple of days resting up. I told myself a while ago I didn’t want to end up addicted to painkillers, so when I get seriously knocked around like I did in my last two matches, I’ll take an extra day or two off completely. You should never head into a match at a level you aren’t happy with.
JS: How do you mean?
Karl: If you aren’t in the right frame of mind, or if you aren’t totally happy that you’re physically ready to compete, then you haven’t got a chance of winning. If you enter a match without the right motivation, you’re gonna have a clouded mind. If you enter it doubting your physical capabilities, then you’re not going to give it all you can.
JS: So, mind over matter?
Karl: Yeah, more or less.
JS: OK. So, you took some time off to heal up. What’ve you done since then?
Karl: I’ve been doing some light training. I was gonna go through the ringer as I normally do, but my body was still a little stiff, and going up against anyone, especially an opponent of The Watchers’ calibre, you don’t want to injure yourself in training. Other than that, I’ve been relaxing a bit.
JS: Not resting on your laurels are you?
Karl: After my draw with Maelstrom? Not in the slightest. Like I said, I didn’t want to risk an injury before the match.
JS: So, I should think you’ve had a chance to catch Watcher’s promos. Any thoughts on them?
Karl: The first one was total mind game. It was amusing entertainment, but as an attempt to out psyche me, it failed totally. Like I said getting ready for my last WLS match, I don’t really focus on what the other guy does in promos anymore. If they can get more fans to watch the match by putting on some dark, sinister neo-horror flick, then that’s good for them. I’ll stick to keeping my thoughts clear, rather than going for hidden, cryptic messages.
JS: Cryptic?
Karl: Yeah. A lot of guys may say or do something, or have a promo segment slanted in some way, to get the fans attention, make them feel a certain way. For me, I prefer to let my wrestling do the talking. Cliché, yes, but it’s up to the individual.
JS: I’m afraid I still don’t understand.
Karl: Well, Rocko Daymon did some promo’s once where he went for a lot of hidden metaphor. I called him on trying to garner sympathy. Now, with Watcher, you can either see the end of his first promo as him saying that he IS going to beat me, or as him trying to shock people into asking questions about him. With an opponent, that would, in theory, cloud their minds, making them wary. But, like I said before, I don’t care what happens outside the ring, in an opponents past, or whatever. All that concerns me is the match at hand, and it’s that that I’m focused on one hundred per cent.
JS: Talking about the past, he made reference to one of your comments. Care to elucidate?
Karl: Like a lot of people, he seems to misconstrue what I say sometimes. The way I see life is like a path. The past is the path we’ve already trodden, leading us towards a point. The experiences we build along the way help us, and shape possible outcomes to circumstances. However, they don’t make things crystal clear; they don’t predetermine. The past is to be learnt from to see how to better ourselves, but in something like wrestling, our past matches mean nothing when it comes to bell time.
JS: Come again?
Karl: My matches against Magellan, Smith and Maelstrom have a bearing on the WLS. But, look before that. Hacker and Canada’s Hero… those two matches got me to the WLS. Let’s look away from the NWL, back further into the past. Back to my first ever match in MCW. A win, tainted, against Andrew Dalton, who went on the become the first, and only MCW US champion. How does that match have relevance on what will happen when you and I square off? Will I only be able to pull off an arm drag because I beat Andrew Dalton? What about Christian Sands? Or my match with Adam Benjamin? Rocko Daymon? Christian Sands again? Andrew Dalton? Mike Diamond? Christian Sands and Jonathan Marx? Christian Sands? Hacker? Troy Douglas? Canada’s Hero? Lars Magellan? Adam Benjamin? Derek Stolz? Dakota Smith? Jonathan Marx and Tyrone Walker? Maelstrom? How do any of these matches determine the course of our match, Watcher? They only tell us how we got there, how we made it to this point. My entire career, which I’ve just given you a brief summary of, has led to this point. But, in the ring again, what does it matter? Does my record of six losses, two draws and eleven wins mean I’m going to beat you? Or that I’m going to be able to pull off a move? No. The past is something we learn from so as not to repeat its mistakes. Nothing more. Our paths to get to this point were in preparation, but at the end of the day the wins and losses along the way mean nothing. Only what lessons we learn now from our mistakes then.
JS: You’ve still lost me.
Karl: Do any of the matches I’ve mentioned above have any direct baring on the outcome of my upcoming match?
JS: No.
Karl: Exactly. The past has no direct baring. Our wins and losses mean nothing now.
JS: OK. Moving on, he’s made comments about you not knowing what you’re capable of. Care to comment on those?
Karl: No one knows their full potential. But, as I recall, he said I probably don’t know my own limits, if I can say that Mortal Sin will prevail and then get out of it. There’s a little problem with his judgment there, in that I know my limits perfectly. And I aim to surpass them. To surpass my limits, I have to know them. What I don’t know is my ultimate potential, but that’s not the same as my current limits. I know my current limits are not enough for me to beat him. But on the night, when the pressure’s on and I need to surpass my own skills, I could very likely do so. That’s the difference; my full potential, which no one knows, is undoubtedly far in advance of my current limits.
JS: OK. Moving on to his second promo…
Karl: [interrupting] He started the same way as his entire first one went; mind games. They only work when a person lets them. I sat there enjoying the entertainment value again, whilst deciphering the messages. I do have a degree in English Literature, and my dissertation was on the meanings of Pirandello’s “Six Characters in Search of an Author,” so I do know how to step back and analyse what someone gives me. Really, it tells me a lot about my opponents.
JS: Could you tell us more?
Karl: I could, but it’d take too long to explain, and I’ve got a flight in twelve hours, remember?
JS: Ah, yes, of course. Maybe another time you can tell me?
Karl: Sure. But, as I was saying. Watcher gave me a lot to go on. I know a bit more than I did, so I have a better picture of some things to expect. He’s right about me taking some time in the early goings to get to know him better. But he’s also wrong on that point; I don’t take long. The first lock up against Maelstrom, I knew what his strategy was going to be. It takes very little time to work out some of the different paths the match can take. I won’t keep him waiting or guessing, or give him the opportunity to take me out early. This match is still important as a test of my own skills.
JS: And for the WLS.
Karl: Yeah. It could determine who wins the belt. If results go my way, I could be facing either Dakota Smith or Maelstrom, or both, or neither, for the title. Three of us could end up on five points, or Dakota could end up on eight, or Watcher could get six. It all hangs in the balance right now.
JS: Moving back to the match…
Karl: Watcher likes to talk about ‘forcing’ me down the ‘gullet of defeat’. It’s almost as if in his eyes, defeat is a living, breathing thing that he intends to feed me to. To me, it’s another obstacle, like he is in this match, like Maelstrom was in my last WLS match. So, in this match, I know full well there’s a chance for me to lose. Am I unconfident in my own abilities, like Kincaid said I was? No. I know my limits, aim to surpass them, and against the Watcher, I can only give my best. I know he’ll give the same.
JS: OK. Thanks for your time. I best let you get to the airport though; with those new security measures at the US end, you’ll be a while.
Karl: So long as they don’t make me late for the match [laughs]
[FADE OUT]
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