|| Scene Description. ||
The scene opens up, in the same exact place the last one had, inside of an old boiling room. Scolding hot water is dripping down from some of the exposed pipes, at all times, making the cruel hissing sounds as it hit another metal pipe. The place was very hot, due to the exposed pipes, sending all the steam from all the angles, as far as the eye could see into the metal grave. A few muffled grunts could be heard, far off, echoing into the distance. The camera begins to follow up to where this is coming from, until we see the giant, Jason Beckett, punching into a punching bag. The only thing different from this bag, and standard bags, is the fact this one was filled with needles�every punch hurting more than the last, and cutting into the knuckles every time a punch was thrown. Jason stood, his own blood running down his fore arms, and pattering on the ground, wearing a pair of black, torn up jeans. Steam bellows from a different pipe around every five seconds. The grunts don�t stop, but talking does begin. It comes out in a strained, horse, sickened voice.

|| The Dark Man � Jason Beckett ||
�All the time I was dealt pain, and finally the time creeps closer, to where I get to return one lucky soul, to the same point in which I started. All the fire I�ve seen, all the pain in those eyes of those who have had to look at me, how they cringe away when I come closer, to know that I�m not just some sort of oddity, but to know that I�m an actual living, breathing person, that I�m not just some retard in dress-up. No, I am real, I am as real as anything gets. All the big, and scary things you see inside of horror movies are made up, but I am your worst night mare. If you think you�ve had to endure the worst pain that this world has to offer, you know nothing yet. I�ve punched men, until they were cold, and lifeless, and my knuckles weren�t covered by just their blood, but mine as well. I don�t mind to get my hands dirty from time to time, hell, I rather enjoy to get some stress out, and inflict a little pain on myself as well. But I do expect Ronnie to cry�I expect him to run like a little pretty girl. I�m going to cut out all of his hair, and bleed him out on it, until he begs for mercy. Then, I�ll end the match, toss his hair to the side, or what�s left, and leave him in the ring, a mess for the rest to wrestle in. I do believe that�ll make my words a little more solid, won�t it?�

|| Scene 1: The Pain Erupts Still. ||
Jason laughs, a deep, dark and evil laugh, as he only continues to send his fists into the needles, harder and harder each time. His own fresh, thin red blood continues to run all along the ground, making hissing sounds as it feel through the holy ground, and pattered along the pipes. Jason�s own sweat was also over bearing, the perspiration sliding down his glistening body so quickly, and all over the entire surface of his hard flesh, the salinity of the stuff was increasingly strong, and ran into the fresh wounds in his hands. Of course, they made him cringe, but every time he�d send in a fresh punch, a new hole would be made, and more and more sweat would created, slowly killing off Jason, very slowly. Considering he had been doing this for over five hours, the pain wasn�t enough for him, not yet. It was even amazing how he had lasted this long, with all of that blood lost.

|| Jason�s Innner Thoughts. ||
Pain�mmm, oh the pain, I just can�t wait until I see the look on his face, when he gets to see the man, that has been brooding in his nightmares every night. I�ll make him so afraid, that he�ll have second thoughts of even showing up against me, if he does. But I do hope, he has enough guts to give me some new wounds, maybe a little dried blood to clean off later, but I suppose I can�t get my hopes up. He doesn�t look so strong, or even so confident in himself. I might have to settle for a pussy girl. Hell, he did bring his, I�d like to see how she fought, as well.

|| The Dark Man � Jason Beckett ||
�Which does remind me, Ronnie will be bringing his lady friend to ring side, how fun it will be for her to see the kind of blood loss that her loving friend will be surviving through, only if he�s lucky�.but I do pity them both, how perfect their lives must be. They�re the kind of people that have had the nerve to lock me away, where I have been for the longest part of my life. Well, now I�m free, and ready to unleash HELL!�

|| Scene 1: The Pain Erupts Still. ||
Jason chuckles, as he finally takes the time to look down along his body, and notice the enormous mass of blood on the ground, and himself. He gets a shocked look on his face, and only continues to laugh harder, sending his fists into the material harder and harder, laughing like a maniacal mad man, sending his hands into each time, over and over, sending his own blood through the air, over his face, and his own chest, running down his arms, and sinking into the material of his pants�

|| End Scene 1. ||

|| Scene 2: Taking a look back to the past. ||
The scene opens up, as we see Jason in a home like setting. The house is of normal size, and it�s a bit dusty. The lights look like they haven�t been turned on in so long, that they barely had enough power to stay on. The floor boards in the home were so weak, every time a step was taken, you could hear the cracking. We see Jason kneeling down in front of a small table, and a corpse on the far left. The body is old, so old and dried up, that the smell is enormous. We can see the bone, and skeleton of the old, and dead woman, or so that it seems, wearing a nice pair of pants, and a sweater. Jason is holding a nice little picture of a young looking woman, looking at it.

|| The Dark Man � Jason Beckett ||
�So pretty that you used to be, mother. I remember when you were alive, boy did I love you. When I did my best, to clean up my room, all I could do, was smile, and look up to you, and only see the blur of your being, for my eyes were so swollen from the beating my father had given me just before going to work the day before�I hurt so bad, my face had bones that were shattered, and blood was matted in the hair I used to have. I was broken, not only mentally, but physically, all over. You, instead of trying to help me, only picked up the closest thing, which happened to be a big ass boot�and beat the shit out of me with that, to. You beat me so hard, I could finally see again�but it was all in a shade of red. It wasn�t the first time I visited the hospital�nor the last. The doctor would only believe I fell down a set of steps so many times, not six.�

|| Scene 2: Taking a look back to the past. ||
Jason chuckles to himself, grinning as he looked along the photo, and eventually just tossed it aside, and stood. He looked all over the old house, as if he hadn�t seen it in so long, but there were foot prints left, where he had been walking through the dirt. He turns to see his mother laying there, and from the decaying and the smell that had been taking place, it was hard to tell how long she had been there. Jason went over to her body, and knelt down, clinching the home made bandages he had wrapped around his knuckles, which looked even nastier than the home itself.

|| The Dark Man � Jason Beckett ||
�Oh how do I miss you sometimes, my dear old mother. I finally came to visit you, yes, I know it�s been a long time since we�ve last visited�yes, I have grown a good bit, and I have put on a good couple of pounds�there�s a vast majority of the rats in the boiler room, that are large, and yes, it�s hot enough down there to cook, do you not see the burned flesh that�s left on my bones?....Oh, the dirty bloody wraps on my hands? Those are nothing, you know how hard I like to train sometimes, so hard sometimes, that even like to shed a little bit of blood�yes, I do know that you love me, and I love you to, mother. May I go see my father?.....He�s in the bed room?....Just came back from work?....Well, I�m sure he won�t mind.�

|| Scene 2: Taking a look back to the past. ||
Jason gets up off of his knee from the corpse of what seems to be his dead mother, and walks down a long, dark, gloomy hall way. Down here, there are no lights this time, but a seemingly immense amount of cob webs as he goes along. He doesn�t even bother to wipe them away from his flesh when he plods through them, but only continues down the hall away, and into a broken door in the main back of the home. Here, is another corpse, older than the first, with a disfigured man, who had been burned to death, and had a long blade through his eye. Jason grins wide as he sits next to the sack of bones, patting it�s scalp, which had a good amount of old, sticky blood in it.

|| The Dark Man � Jason Beckett ||

�Yes, I am doing fine, father! It�s so good of you to ask! I see you�re doing quite fine yourself?....Was work grand?....Oh., it gave you a BURNING�SPLITTING sensation? Yes, headaches can do that to you sometimes�kill Ronnie on Sunday? That�s awfully taking it a little too far, isn�t it pappy? I mean, I don�t want to kill the soul, I just want to brand him with my foot, so he�ll have to look like me fro the rest of my life�bring him home for supper? Why gods no! He�s too good to do that?....Pish posh, you�re so boring�.you�re just like mother�.sometimes I wish I hadn�t have killed you fifteen years ago.�

|| Scene 2: Taking a look back to the past. ||
Jason chuckles, and pats the things back so hard, that the corpse falls into the floor, and the head rolls off, this makes Jason laugh even harder, as the scene fades to black�

Remember the name�.Remember�.the PAIN!