No turning back....
Fade in: to a camera crew coming into the apartment of the Watcher. It is daytime, and the abode is shown in all its shabbiness. The floor is wooden, with a large circular rug placed in the middle. One chair is placed up against the door of what might be the bathroom or a closet. Other than that, a large circular rug is placed in the middle of the square room, with a twin-sized bed set in a corner, and sunlight shines through two windows. The only thing on any of the walls are many newspaper clippings around the bed. The cameraman looks around, but sees no sign of the Watcher. After knocking on the other door and getting no response, the camera pans to the newspaper clippings. They are all in reference to one of two things: past wrestling shows -- of the Rocky Mountain Wrestling Federation and Steel City Wrestling Federation -- or references to one man named Muracci, in a few of the clips. However, a loud noise -- like gunshots -- are heard from outside, followed shortly after by the sounds of police sirens racing down the street is enough to convince the cameraman that it's time to go. Fade out.
Fade in: to within the confines of Elks Lodge. The camera shows the Watcher in the wrestling ring; lights only dimly turned on in the area surrounding the space that he occupies, and otherwise kept off. There are humanoid targets surrounding the Watcher, numbering six in total. Watcher is donned in his ring attire; including mask, boots, and gloves. He is in the middle of these targets, standing, looking poised to move, but doesn't immediately. It seems as though he is meditating or concentrating deeply on something. During the passing of two moments, though, Watcher makes his move, attacking the targets around him in rapid succession: a fist to the head of one; then spin and backfist to another; followed by a duck and springing European Uppercut to another; a Clothesline to the next; Inverted DDT after that; and finally a Dropkick to the sixth and last of the targets. After this, Watcher begins reseting the targets in the ring, but takes notice of the cameraman and stops replacing them. He goes to the ropes and leans against them, looking through his mask and right at the camera.
Watcher: And so in only a short while longer, the first of this Wrestling League Series shall commence. Many more have come to take part in it since the NWL held its little Combat preview show, displaying the first six to try and spurn interest. I guess it worked. Good for NWL. Now we can get down to business. Something I've managed to do very well in my life. This business will be a bit different, and anything but typical. But it will be my salvation for now....and quite possibly, my ultimate achievement, if I can make it through...if I survive it all.
Watcher looks at the targets and then back at the camera.
Watcher: I've secluded myself for personal reasons that don't need to be mentioned. Perhaps I've done so for too long, as I feel that my first round opponent might be getting the wrong idea. "The Lion" is what you wished to be called, is it? Well, so be it. Since you've stated your intentions for all to hear, allow me to state my own.
Watcher pauses, collecting his thoughts.
Watcher: I have only one task in the WLS, Lion. Only one purpose in the NWL. That is to survive long enough...yes, just long enough to gain my freedom. I'm not looking to win the title for pride and glory. No, no, no...I do not want any glory out of this. I look around the circuit and see people giving open invitations to other Champions, in the hope that they will be tempted forward to step in the ring. I see people stating in advance about how they will be the next Champion of their promotion. I see people stating how they are the best Champion that their promotion has ever known. All of this may not gain them more opposition to face, but it will get them in the tabloids. It will gain them exposure. It might even get them acclaim or criticism. That is not for me, though. I am not looking to make my name very known to the world. I do not care to be in the spotlight of the world. So when I say that I am looking for nothing but victory in this Wrestling League Series, and in the NWL, don't take that as my wanting anything more than that. All I need is one....one title. The NWL Heavyweight Title. To do that, there is a "magic number" for me to attain. That will come in victories against my opposition, beginning with you. I'm sure you know what that means, though. You will have to fall at my hands, Lion.
Watcher goes between the ropes and sits on the middle rope, looking to the floor.
Watcher: Unfortunately for you, there can be no other way. All the people may be disappointed with this, but I will make it come to pass. I must survive the WLS, and win the NWL Heavyweight Title. Then, and only then, will I have what I need...just enough...to get out of the swamp that I have quietly existed in for years. In the past, I have tried to break free, and found that I cannot do it alone. With the help of the NWL Heavyweight Title, however...I will have enough. So slowly, I have begun to make my move once again. Quietly, skillfully, I will make my way ever closer to the edge of the swamp. With each victory in this series, I will come one step closer to the Heavyweight title. The top prize of the NWL.
Watcher stands up on the apron and leans back against the ropes, looking back at the camera.
Watcher: It will not be easy, there is no doubt about it. But I don't plan to go down without the fight of my life, Lion. My predecessors were no different; they all gave it everything that they had in them, body and soul, before they fell...if they fell...and some never did, not in the ring. And for myself, this will be the fight of my life. Because.....
Watcher stops, cutting himself off, then continues a bit afterward.
Watcher: ...well, that doesn't need to be elaborated on. The only thing that you should concern yourself with, Lion, is what you can do to overcome someone that is going to put everything into this Wrestling League Series. Because, I assure you, I am not going to hold anything back. There's too much riding on this for me, and I am far past the point of turning back. I must win...and so you must fall.....
Watcher leans back on the ropes and flips over the top, back into the ring, landing on his feet and standing up. He then turns around and goes back to replacing the targets. Fade out.