Whispered words drift upon a cool night breeze, carried through a canyon, never to be heard again. A camera is slowly panning over the Oakland Hills area. It comes to rest upon one Matthew Fox, who has not been seen in a few years. His hands grip the railing of a balcony, his lips moving quickly, barely audible words slipping past them. A small throat clearing cough brings him out of what could be called a trance. Matthew Fox turns his head to look at the owner of the voice, the camera follows. It is Rebecca Serra. She appears a bit intimidated and falters her first words.
Rebecca: Ex... excuse m..m..me. Mr. Fox? Your manger Kay Jan let us in. Y....
Fox holds up a hands and Rebecca falls silent. He is still gazing at her, reading her. He quirks a faint smile and chuckles softly. He drops his hand, releasing the railing with his other and turns towards Rebecca.
Fox: Obviously she did or you would not be standing here would you? No need to answer that, it was rhetorical. Rebecca, I have asked you into my home tonight because I need to say a few words, so the questions will wait until I am finished, understood?
Rebecca nods, goes to speak but Fox holds his hand up again. She immediately closes her mouth and even takes a step back, moving closer to the sliding glass door.
Fox: As you well know by now, Matthew Fox is indeed back in the wrestling world. I have came out of seclusion and I am more than ready to reclaim my rightful spot among the greatest in this business. I have heard the questions of where I was, what happened to Matthew Fox, why did he disappear... and so on and so forth. It's simple really, I do what I want, when I feel like doing it. I have done all there is to do in this business and more. I have achieved what only some will ever dream of doing. I am a true Icon and Legend in the wrestling world, look at my accomplishments, they speak for themselves. So when I want to step away from wrestling, to take a break, to rest my body, I do just that. This time was supposed to be the last though, I was done, finished.
Fox sighs deeply, shakes his head slightly and looks over the valley in the distance. Rebecca stands quietly a few feet away, waiting for Fox to speak again. He sighs once more and continues.
Fox: Yet within the first few months, my name was already starting to fade from those who spoke of the greats of this business, I was already becoming an after thought, a distant memory... that was completely unforgivable. How could I, one of the greatest ever so quickly become forgettable? It's a travesty that needs to be corrected. So I asked myself... I said myself... what's the best way to reclaim my legacy, to become one who is spoken of in reverence? My answer to myself was simple, return to wrestling and make those who have forgotten, do one simple thing, remember.
Fox looks to Rebecca, who nods in agreement with his statement. It's a nod of fear, but Fox accepts it and smiles darkly. He approaches Rebecca and reaches out with his hand and gently caresses her cheek. She shudders, closes her eyes and turns her head away from his touch. He sneers and grabs her by the chin, forcing her to look at him as he lowers his face within an inch of hers.
Fox: Don't you dare pull away from me, and act disgusted. You are a guest here in my house, remember that. Let me ask you something, do you know how I am going to make people remember who I am? Do you?
Rebecca shakes her head. Fox grins maliciously and releases her chin. She rubs it and it visibly shaken as Fox turns his back on her.
Fox: Let me tell you then. I hurt people Rebecca, I hurt them bad. I burn, disfigure, break, destroy anyone who crosses my path without predijuce or discrimination. I leave people bruised... beaten... and bloodied. I did not accomplish what I have by being soft, being a pushover, begging to the establishment and kissing corporate ass. I get my way by force, manipulation and simply power. People fear me Rebecca, and these so called wrestlers in the WZCW, will learn to fear me, and will respect me. I am here to reclaim my legacy, and I always accomplish my goals. You may now ask me your questions.
Rebecca nods, takes a deep calming breath and tries to act as professional as she can in the present climate. she swallows hard, takes another deep breath and looks up at Fox who is now leaning against the railing with his arms across his chest.
Rebecca: Mr. Fox thank you for your comments, now as you know you are in three way match with William Teach and Ashleigh Falkon. All three of you are trying to get a contract with the WZCW, you, by your comments already seem to feel that you have the contract in the bag, am I correct to assume so?
Fox: Very correct. My only concern with this match is that it appears one Ashleigh Falkon might enjoy the ass beating my opponents will receive. Other than that one factor, I am most certain that I will be signing the proverbial dotted line for the WZCW.
Rebecca: Do you think seeing as how it has been more than three years since you last wrestled that you might be underestimating your opponents? They both know what is at stake and will be giving it their all to win that contract, doesn't that make them dangerous?
Fox: Did I really hear the words dangerous and underestimate escape past your lips? Ridiculous Rebecca... I am the 'Superstar' Matthew Fox, it's not underestimation when it comes to me. I know I am better than them, they know, though they won't admit it, that I am better than them and you know that I am better than them. There is nothing to underestimate, because they are nothing. As for dangerous, no they are not dangerous at all. Now me, I am dangerous, and I will prove it, unfortunately for Ashleigh and William, it will be at their expense.
Rebecca: Do you take offense to William's remarks that his cloverleaf will be better than your's?
Fox: I find it very offensive, not as offensive as the creases in Ashleigh's shirt, but offensive none the less. I've been using that move for over a decade, and it's brought me countless victories. How long as he been using it? One more thing too Billy, you ever have a cloverleaf put on you by a guy my size? Trust me it will break you.
Rebecca: Any last words before we finish up tonight Mr. Fox?
Fox: Yeah, Ashleigh, if a creased shirt can defeat you, you stand no chance against me, so whether you bring your 'A' game or not, it doesn't matter, this match was over long before it even began. One last thing William... I didn't create a hubbub, I created nothing short history and I will create even more history when I become the newest and most feared member of the WZCW roster. Now Rebecca, kindly remove yourself silently from my property, before you accidentally take a trip over this railing, my patience is thin. Oh, one more thing, send Kay Jan out to me, when you are showing yourself out.
Rebecca: Ok, thank you.
Fox goes back to leaning on the railing overlooking the hills after casting one last dark look at Rebecca. She hurries into the house and disappears from view. A few moments later a strikingly beautiful red head comes out the sliding glass door as the camera fades to black.
