Rain is pouring down is fast heavy drops, saturating the green grass in a cemetery in New York. A lone man is on one knee at the foot of a grave, looking down as the rain pounds him relentlessly. His clothing, hair are stuck to his body, soaked thoroughly. The camera zooms in on the rather large head stone, which reads "Michael Shane Fox", "August 12th, 1962 - September 18th, 1999", "Always in our h...". The last word is obscured by a large hand resting against the face of the headstone. Matthew Fox pushes himself up from his knee. the last word on the headstone was "heart". He brushes his sopping hair out of his face and looks around the cemetery. Fox shivers slightly, and shakes his head.
Fox: Ten years... where has the time gone? It seems like yesterday that I got the call you had been shot. I remember falling to my knees in our gym in the Bronx, it felt like all the breath had been stolen from my very chest, that my heart had stopped beating. I thought I would die that night as well. I didn't though, I made it, and am stronger because of it. Mom and I packed up and moved to the East coast. We moved as far away from our old life as we could. The hit was too much, yes we lost you, yes we were crushed, but the mess you left us in we couldn't deal with. We had to leave. In life you made some bad mistakes and in death you did the same. I swore I would never make those mistakes, that I would not let the demons win. I would fight, no matter the odds and I would win.
Fox stops short of his next sentence. He clenches his jaw and shakes his head. He puts his hands on his hips and drops his head. He takes a deep steadying breath. He seems to be trying to keep himself in check. After a few moments and another deep breath he glances up at the headstone.
Fox: I lost... the demons... I can't beat them. So I dad I owe you this... SCREW YOU! Thanks your ineptness at being a father, I am one screwed up son of a bitch. I am a monster, that your selfishness created, that your pathetic attempts at parenting nourished. A monster that has stolen every single shred of humanity I once had inside of me. To bad you do not walk this mortal earth anymore dad, I would like to slap you across the face for your mistakes, that gave me no chance what so ever.
Fox looks up from the grave the sky above. The rain pelts his face, but he doesn't blink or close his eyes. He just stares up.
Fox: LOOK AT ME YOU SON OF A BITCH... I can't even go visit my own mother's grave. I can't bring myself to go there. What would she think of what her son has become, all because of you. I was told by Mickey that I should have buried her here next to you, but even in death I wanted her as far away from you as I could. It my last good thing I ever did in fact. How pathetic is that dad? How sad is it that after I buried my mother, your wife on the other side of the country I have done nothing else decent in my life?
Fox shakes his head in disgust and finally looks back down to the headstone. He has smirks, purses his lips and drops his hands from his hips. He shrugs his shoulders and takes a step back from the grave.
Fox: I suppose though I owe you a thank you as well though. I knew I would be a great wrestler, however I also knew I would be stand up, good guy, the man who stood up for the weak, protected the women, ate his vitamins and said his prayers, I knew I would be like you. There is no denying the fact that you were a great wrestler, but looking back you never would have been one of the greats and you weren't. You have no legacy, you left the wrestling world with nothing. All those years of playing to the fans, pandering to their needs and wants, letting them pull the strings and they have no memory of you, no care that your body lays decaying in this cemetery. In death you have left nothing behind that matters. So I am glad that I am not like you. The monster, the beast that resides in this body has created more of a legacy than can even be fathomed. I am one of the greatest wrestlers to ever step into that ring and I suppose I do owe it all to you. So thanks dad, thanks for your non-existent fathering skills. I would not be the greatest ever. See ya... dad.
Fox emphasizes the last word with a wad of spit directed at his fathers headstone. He turns to walk away, towards a waiting black stretch limo. He gets about five feet away, stops and looks over his shoulder. He turns back towards the headstone, then breaks into a run and proceeds to kick the headstone over. With Fox's size and strength and the ground being so saturated from the rain that has fallen for two days straight, the headstone falls over almost easily. Fox smirks, then looks up at the camera.
Fox: Christ, while you are here... got a few things to get off of my chest. Matt Royale... first things first nancy boy, you have sadly gone and made the biggest mistake of your career. Hitting me with that chair, well I can only liken it to poking a dragon in the eye. It's a very very stupid thing to do. You say it was to let me know that this wasn't over between us? You pathetic little fool, you idiotic jackass... do you even realize the repercussions that your moronic actions will cause? I tore you apart in our match in only a few minutes and you really think I am going to sit idly by and let you hit me with a chair and not do a damn thing about it? Fool you definitely expect that I am going to be in that gauntlet match. You are extremely lucky that security thought it wise to escort me out of the arena, because if I would have gotten my hands on you after that chair shot I would have snapped your neck like a pencil. However no worries, the retribution for your sins against me will be taken with an absurd ease in this gauntlet match. Then it will be over, because I say it will be over, and because if you don't heed my words, I won't just squash you in another match I will end your career... to coin a phrase, shall we say it will go up in flames?
A dark smile plays across his lips as he finishes that last sentence. He then smirks and shakes his head. He chuckles to himself and stares into the camera, a fire burning in his eyes.
Fox: Again with the Fox Lock Teach? Really I mean come on, do we really need to discuss the simple logic of why my cloverleaf will break your legs and your back in half, while if you even managed to apply your's to me, it would only piss me off anymore? How pathetic are you any ways to brag about a victory over some imbecile who has dubbed himself 'MurFish'? Not impressive there Billy boy, not impressive at all. Also wow, getting one hundred and sixty-two people to chant scream "Teach us" for pizza? What does that prove? Nothing except that you know how to pray on the lack of intelligence that these wrestling fans have. Teaching the fans a catchphrase that plays off of you name, pathetic, unoriginal and insulting. You see I don't have catchphrases, I speak the truth, as in I will leave your ass bruised... bloodied... and beaten. That's not a catchphrase, that's the truth. So you can keep you catchphrases, you can keep you lessons, and you can keep your pizza, because after the gauntlet match, that's all you will have. You will not have victory, you will not have glory, you will have nothing but the very words you have forced upon us to choke on, that is all you will have William. You people, all of you as I am sure the other contestants in this match will feel the need to flap their lips, fail to realize, remember or understand just who the hell you are dealing with. I am the 'Superstar" Matthew Fox, the one true Icon in wrestling and I am you worst god damn nightmare. I am the product of the deepest darkest corners of a very tortured and dangerously deadly soul. Yes I do hear voices in my head and yes I am visited by memories that would drive any man insane and yes I take all of that and unleash it upon those fools who dare, who dare cross my path. I will bring this federation down, it's very foundation will crumble. Do you think I am here for anything less than complete and utter destruction of everyone here? If you do think that, you are deluded and foolish. I am Matthew Fox and the demons that have demolished my soul will demolish your body and crush your spirit. This isn't fun and games to me, this is my legacy, this is what I will be remembered for and for those who mock it... you will see what happens.
Fox walks past the camera and gets into the limo, which drives away as the scene fades.
