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a trip down memory lane

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Scene: The camera fades in to a busy street people every where going about their daily lives. Traffic slowly crawling by as if the street is one big traffic jam the sounds of car horns and sirens can be heard off in the distance down the street. The weather is clear but cold the camera is slightly shaking from the shivering of the camera man holding it. The people walking the street are bundled up in thick heavy jackets and pants their breath visible as they breath move about their day. As the camera pans around the street taking in the sights and sounds one individual stands out among them. As the camera moves closer the person revealed is none other than mark hunter he is standing with his back against the gray wall of a tall hotel his right foot planted on the ground his left on the wall behind him. He is in a pair of blue jeans and black boots and a zipped up black leather jacket with a blue jean sleeveless jacket over it opened. He raises his right hand reveling a cup of hot coffee and takes a drink steam is rolling from the top of the white Styrofoam cup. Mark hunter removes his foot from the wall and plants it on the ground and turns to face the camera. His face almost void of emotion his blue eyes locked on the camera giving a cold and calculating stare. Mark Hunter: Look around you we are in new york city a far cry from where we was just a day ago on the warm streets of Florida. The temperature here is ten degrees freezing and if the wind hits you just right it feels more like ten below zero. I see you shivering trying to hold the camera still but you better not screw this up. We have a long walk ahead of us so you had better suck it up or deal with me. If you are wandering why we are here well this is where I come from this is my home. Today is gonna just give you a small look into my life into where I came from into what made me what and who I am today. Just a day ago I walked into the Raymond James stadium into my fist match in the EMF. I walked down to the ring and did exactly what I said I was going to do I beat and I broke Sirius Jericho I made him the first casualty of my existence in the EMF. Mark hunter stops talking for a moment and takes another drink from the cup in his right hand steam still rolling from the top of the cup. Mark Hunter: Looking down the barrel of my next match I wander what the powers that be was thinking placing me in a tag team match? Are they trying to have Robby Everhart and Tyler breeze put out of commission maybe even permanently? Maybe just tired of signing paychecks for two degenerates who are taking up space on the roster and they find this method of removal far more entertaining than firing them. Or they just assume that this is a good idea plain and simple? No matter the reasoning the outcome will be the same two more bodies left in my wake two more bodies to litter the road behind me as I make my way to the top. On the topic of degenerates it looks like I will be partnered with one for the tag team match. Now before anyone wants to get any big ideas about me having a partner I would suggest to re think what ever it is they are thinking. I will beat anyone I need to to get to the top. If that means I am stuck with a partner so be it he is not my friend not my buddy and when it comes right down to it if he gets in my way or cost me this match then there will be hell to pay. No one will get in my way and no one is safe who crosses my path partner or not. Just as he finishes his sentence a skinny semi short business man is walking by on his cell phone not paying any attention to the world around him. Wearing a gray what looks to be Armani suit with a red silk tie and black shoes. His hair neatly combed to the side bumps into mark hunters shoulder spilling his coffee all over the mans suit and partially on mark hunters boots and pants. The man with a disgust look on his face looks up to meet mark hunters gaze a gaze that looks full of hatred and anger. Business man: Excuse me you muscle bound ape you need to pay better attention you ruined my new suit. I would sue you but from the looks of it I would not get enough to even pay for the cleaning cost much less the cost of a new suit. Without warning mark hunter grabs the man by his jacket and slams him up against the brick wall with a loud thud. The man struggles to break free punching Mark Hunter in the arms chest shoulders even kicking him in his legs but it does not even make him flinch only enrages him. Mark pulls him away from the wall slamming him into it again with an even louder thud than before. Marks face and gaze is filled with anger hate and not an ounce of remorse to be seen. As he tightens his grip on the mans coat he stops struggling as fear sets in mark hunter begins to speak. Mark Hunter: You sniveling little worm who the hell do you think you are to speak to me in such a manner? The man shaking badly from fear and cold stammers and stumbles on his words trying to speak his voice cracks with fear. Business man: I...I'm...sorry. Mark Hunter pulls him from the wall slamming him against it again as he clinches his eyes tight on the verge of crying. Mark Hunter: I do not give a shit if your sorry or who you are or how much money you have all I see when I look at you is a little worm who thinks he is some big shot. Your not such a big shot now are you huh? The man lifts his cell phone if as to try and make a call but in a flash Mark Hunter snatches the phone from his hand and looks at it for a second before dropping it and stomping it cracking the screen on the phone that in a better view is a Samsung galaxy S4. Mark Hunter: Wow didn't your mom teach you any better than to make a phone call when someone is talking to you? Your a rude self absorbed person who thinks that you can disrespect others because you have money. Well there is things in this world money can't save you from I am one of them. I am gonna do what your parents failed to do and that is beat some respect into you and show you that you can not just run your mouth off to anyone and get off without much more than a dirty look just because you have more money than brains. Mark Hunter releases his grip with his right hand but keeps his left hand in a death grip on the mans coat. He brings his fist back and slams it into the gut of the man doubling him over in pain as he gasp for hair. Mark raises him back up still holding to his jacket and proceeds to hit him three more times in the face with his fist. After the first blow makes contact with his jaw the man is out cold his body limp in Mark Hunters grasp. The second shot lands in the center of his face bloodying and maybe even breaking his nose. Blood pours from the mans nose down his gray suit and to the cold pavement below. The third blow lands again on his frontal jaw bloodying his lip causing more blood to flow from his face to the ground below. Mark hunter tosses the mans bloody body to the cold ground and walks away down an ally way with the camera man right behind him. They proceed down the ally way making right and lefts turning as if it is some kind of maze. The ground below is littered with broken glass bottles and even syringes the walls around them covered in graffiti. As they reach a dead end that is a wooden fence mark hunter takes a step back and kicks the old wooden planks breaking them and sending small splinters of wood as well as large pieces falling to the ground. Mark steps thru the new opening ducking under a higher two by four that was supporting the top part of the fence fallowed by the camera man. As the camera man steps thru and looks around the area around them is a large vacant lot. The ground below is littered with more broken glass and bottles as Mark hunter walks around looking at the tall old buildings the camera mans lens never leaves his body. The buildings themselves are old run down and all marked condemned A sadistic grin creeps onto his face as he walks around and takes a deep breath before focusing his gaze back on the camera and begins to speak. Mark Hunter: When I look around at the surroundings it feels like yesterday that I was just here fighting for my own life. Fighting to prove myself better than everyone and anyone who challenged me. These buildings are old and rundown but if they could speak o the story’s they could tell. Every inch of this ground where we stand at one time or another was the ground where many of men lay bleeding. Where some was even pronounced dead from shady dealings from local drug dealers in the area. The ground below has absorbed so much blood that the earth itself would bleed in this spot if you tried to dig a hole. Every single fight here every single battle was one that made me more and more the man I am today. Everyone who stepped in front of me here and challenged me was one more body who was left broken and bloody by my own hands. Tho the area and time has changed the situation is still the same people are still set in front me of people still challenge me and they still get knocked down. Robby everhart and Tyler breeze you are the next two put in my path and the next two to be put in your place. When you walk down to the ring and you step through the ropes you had better bring your a game you better be ready for a fight. Because just like when I faced Sirius Jericho I am not just coming to win I am coming to prove a point. And that point is no matter if there is one opponent or if there is two I will walk out victorious. That no matter who is set in my path I will destroy them on my way to the top of this business that I am a danger to anyone who steps in my path or gets in my way to what I want. Even when I was in this area almost night in and out I fought to prove myself fought to survive and fought to win. The cash was decent at the time but I knew I was worth more I knew my talents as a fighter was worth much much more. I remember once in this vary spot almost on this vary day I was looking down the barrel of a loaded gun. A gun that was placed between my eyes and had the hammer pulled back and ready to make my brains display all four points of this area at once. Was I scared? Mark hunter begins to laugh evilly as the sadistic evil smile returns to his face as his gaze stays on the camera as the laughter ends he returns to speaking. Mark Hunter: No not an ounce of fear was in me fear is weakness and is an emotion that I lost a long long time ago. My saving grace came when he for a second lowered the gun and gave me a split second opening to take it from him and toss it aside. His foolishness was rewarded with the breaking of both his leg's and arms. Now your thinking he got off easy keeping his life but I did not just snap the bones quickly and be done that would have been to easy. If you really wanna hear a man scream and you really wanna put him in a world of pain snap the bone slow. I remember him laying face down stepping on his upper arm just above his elbow and grabbing his wrist and slowly prying upward. I could feel the muscles and tendons fighting to hold. His screams of pain echoed into the night sky as I continued to pull slowly finally a loud snap echoed thru his screams as his arm gave way. His screaming intensified almost ten fold with the breaking of his left arm so I switched to his right and repeated again till yet another loud crack of bone echoed into the night sky mask by his screams of pain and suffering. When I flipped him to his back his eyes was bloodshot as they gazed into the night sky he was crying and screaming in pain begging me for mercy. I smirked and grabbed a sledge hammer that was propped up against the wall and smashed his knee caps first the right then the left leaving him unable to move. To this day I do not know what his fate was but nor do I care he was weak and he was dumb enough to stand in my way and more dumb enough not to pull the trigger when he had the chance. Mark turns his back to the camera and walks up to one of the door's marked condemned and tears the paper off the door throwing it to the cold ground below. He attempts to open it but the door is locked so he takes a step back and kicks it just below the door knob shattering the old lock and sending a crashing echo inside the dark building and outwards and upwards into the sky. Mark walks into the tall old building the camera man fallowing close behind him. The floor is white and black checkered but almost not visible thru the dirt and mildew. The walls are dirty and mold covered from floor to ceiling and even burnt in places from a fire that was set long ago. The ceiling is darkened with soot and cobwebs drape from the ceiling almost to the floor some running down along the walls. The camera man fallows closely behind mark as he makes his way to an old stare case leading upwards they are dirty and cracked in places. Mark proceeds up stairs step by step the sound of them creaking echos throughout the abandoned building. As they reach the top the floor boards creek below their feet as they walk around looking at the darkened walls and broken windows. The only light in the place is coming from the camera and what shines thru the broken windows giving the place a more eerie feeling. Mark Hunter turns to face the camera looking around a blank expression covering his face as he takes a deep breath and begins to speak. Mark hunter: This is where I spent many days and nights eating and sleeping playing solitaire to pass the time when there was nothing else to do. A few locals I knew would stop in time to time not friends not allies but just people. I never trusted them I always felt and knew they would put a knife or bullet in my back the first chance they got but playing cards and taking their cash was a lot more productive than playing solitaire alone all the time. Some days time passed faster than others while some days dragged on for what seemed like decades. This was my home my safe haven tho I use the word safe loosely it was a shelter out of the cold winds the hot sun and the wet rain. This place has stood the test of time and more after years of living here I left it when a fire broke out and ravaged the building. Tho almost the entire place was consumed by fire it still stands a testament to a solid structure. The fire took this place while I was out dealing with a bigmouth on the streets who wanted to try and earn a big rep with the locals claiming he beat me down. When I found him not only did I prove him a liar and handed him a beating that sent him into the hospital for a better part of the year. When I returned and found the place engulfed in flames I didn't get teary eyed I did not even give it much thought I just shrugged it off and moved on. To have a connection to anyone or anything for to long is what produces weakness. That is why when I go into this match I am not considering having a partner if he shows up he shows if he don't he don't it wont matter to me ether way. I will not depend on him I wont even trust him yeah he is supposed to have my back but I just view him as another target waiting to get close enough to put a knife in my back. Now Tyler breeze and Robby everhart don't go getting your hopes up thinking o this guys done for he has no trust in his partner because you will be sadly mistaken. I am more than capable of walking into this on my own and getting the job done just like I did at the pay per view against Sirius Jericho. But as I said Sirius Jericho was just the beginning my reign he was the first to fall at my hands but do not be mistaken he will not be my last. Mark Hunter begins walking around the upstairs more dust unsettling under his feet the sound of the floorboard’s creaking almost cracking echos throughout the old building. After a few moments they return down to the bottom floor of the building and over to the boarded up front door. Mark grabs the board's covering the door and tears them off one by one throwing them aside. As they walk out to the street the cold wind is howling and blowing their breath visible once more with each breath they take. By the building sets a black muscle car with chrome accents and rims and black leather interior the car itself looks to be show room condition. Upon further inspection the car is shown to be a 1971 dodge challenger RT hemi. Mark walks over and sits on the hood and looks back into the camera and begins to speak. Mark Hunter: I hope that those watching this pay close attention and remember my words. Robby and Tyler fate has dealt you a bad hand this week because when Saturday night comes your gonna be standing in the ring across from me. Yeah degenerate will be there too but I am not even taking that into consideration because he will only get in my way. I am not fond of a match where my loss can come because some little half wit partner I am placed with can't even fight his way out of a wet paper bag. Yeah feel free to say I am judging someone iv never seen fight and your right but I doubt I will be impressed with him or my opponents. Tyler and Robby you better be coming with the best you got because you will need every ounce of strength you have to survive Saturday nights match. And degenerate the same goes to you bring your best and make it good because if you cant keep up and you cant hold your own I will not carry you in this match. Who knows degenerate you may surprise me you may walk out with something you did not walk in with and that is my respect. Mark Hunter stands up and walks around to the driver side of the car opens the door and gets in. The door slams soon after as the cars engine roars to life. Mark reaches forward turning the radio on on the dash the sound of Metallica master of puppets can be heard coming from the car seconds before it speeds off down the street as the scene fades to black.