" MANKIND "

Diary Of A Madman : Entry #10 - Won: 04 Lost: 01 Drawn: 00

PWR Accolades: Star Of The Moment (x1); Top 6 Rankings (x3); Match Of The Week (x2); Quote Of The Week (x2); Main Eventing Conflict (x3); PWR United States Champion (c);

Maimed: The Undertaker (x1); William Regal (x1); Simon Dean (x1); Christian (x1); Chris Jericho (x1); The Rock (x1);

Mankind vs. Ric Flair (U.S Championship)

Warm day, wouldn't you say? The sun is blaring down causing each and every Man and Woman to shead drops of sweat. Unfortunately for those of you who love the sunshine, we aren't going to be playing under the guidence of the sun. Instead - we're in a cold, dark and lonely room. Who else would it be? You knew this was coming, don't act surprised. Mankind has his legs scrunched up and his head in his hands, not making any movement at all.

' The Deranged Soul ' Mankind: " Chris .. JERICHO. My, wern't you the happy child with the big lollypop this past week? "

A few moments pause.

' The Deranged Soul ' Mankind: " You did what NOBODY else has done. YOU BEAT ME! But do I look worried? Do I look disturbed by it? Do I? DO I, JERICHO!? "

Mankind lifts his head up to the camera.

' The Deranged Soul ' Mankind: " It means absolutely NOTHING. What MATTERS .. is the fact that you KNOW that I am a SICK, INSANE living creature .. and that I will do ANYTHING out of the ordinary to experience .. to touch, to feel, to SEE .. you in AGONIZING pain! But the problem was; it didn't happen. I FAILED TO MAKE YOU BELIEVE! But when that time comes around for us to meet like two business associates meeting for coffee .. then I promise you .. that I WILL make you realize that Mrs. Foleys Baby Boy ISN'T normal; No, he's not, but does that bother him? DOES IT BOTHER ME .. THAT FOR MY WHOLE LIFE - PEOPLE LIKE YOU HAVE TREATED ME LIKE THE STONES YOU KICK AROUND AT SCHOOL!? DOES IT BOTHER ME THAT I NEVER GOT TO KISS A GIRL - LIKE THE REST OF YOU DID? HUH? DOES IT? "

Mankind's fit of rage suddenly turns into a lowering of the head.

' The Deranged Soul ' Mankind: " Yes .. it KILLS ME, STILL to this ROTTEN day! But why reflect on the past, Chris? WHY? WHY NOT ACCEPT THE FACT THAT I AM NOT LIKE ANY OF YOU PEOPLE, AND NEVER WILL BE? WHY NOT HEAD OFF ON A HUNT FOR REVENGE; A HUNT .. FOR BLOOD!? "

An evil crackle of laughter.

' The Deranged Soul ' Mankind: " Don't feel like it's over. IT AIN'T! IT AIN'T 'TILL I AM DAMN WELL SATISIFIED WITH THE DESTRUCTION! You may of won the BATTLE .. BUT THE WAR .. IS STILL IN THE PROGRESS! (Mankind Breathes Hard) But this week, it's all down to one thing. One main objective. This?"

He points to the United States Championship.

' The Deranged Soul ' Mankind: " Have you not been paying attention? WINNING .. IS NOT A FACTOR! WINNING IS A ADDED BONUS; AN EXTRA WARMING TO THE CRUEL HEART THAT EXISTS IN ME! The MAIN incentive for this week is to DRAW THE BLOOD .. OF RIC FLAIR! Win, lose or draw; I DO NOT CARE! I WANT BLOOD! BLOOD, BLOOD, BLOOD!! I'M THE KID AT THE CANDY STORE THAT WON'T LEAVE UNTIL HIS MOTHER BUYS HIM EXACTLY WHAT HE WANTS - I WANT YOUR BLOOD RIC FLAIR .. AND I WANT IT PAINTED ALL OVER THE CITY! "

Mankind THROWS The United States Championship across to the otherside of the room, and stands up, moving towards the camera with small steps.

' The Deranged Soul ' Mankind: " Ric .. you might be .. a WRESTLING legend. You might BE The Best this Business once had to offer, but now .. you're JUST .. AND NOTIHNG BUT, AN OLD MAN THAT PASSED HIS USE BY DATE TWENTY YEARS AGO! You're hanging onto a piec eof IMAGINARY rope - a spec of hope .. BUT THE THING IS, RIC .. you're OVER! MOST MEN YOUR AGE ARE BATTLING CANCER; YOU - YOU CAN'T SEEM TO ACCEPT THAT RAOD! YOUR TIME HAS BEEN PASSED .. YOU CANNOT TAKE THE PUNISHMENT THAT I DISH OUT! You .. are in a WORLD of danger; a world of HURT! You may of ONCE been the best but that time has LONG passed. YOU'RE NO DAMN HERO TO ME; YOU'RE NO IDOL! YOU'RE ANOTHER BLOCK OF LAND THAT I CHOOSE TO DESTROY IN A MERE MATTER OF MINUTES! I .. AM DERANGED! A SICK AND TWISTED INDIVIDUAL; A MADMAN! LOOK INTO MY EYES RIC, AND TELL ME .. IF I LOOK LIKE A MAN WHO FEARS PAIN! TELL ME; DO I LOOK THREATENED BY YOUR STRUT? DO I, DO I, DO I!?!? (Mankind Pauses, Taking Deep And Heavy Breathes) Your WHITE hair will be the color of your BLOOD; It'll match the red wrestling trunks that you treasure so dearly and it will make you FACE the reality; I EXPOSE EVERYONE! EVEN .. MYSELF! So on that sweet, little note Flair .. I ask of you. Have a Nice Day, will you? Because at Conflict we will be like Two Friendly Lads sitting on the top of a hill on a sunny day, treating ourselves to chocolate biscuits and lovely sips of tea. "

The camera zooms out, as Mankind begins to shake - somewhat out of the blue, so to speak.

' The Deranged Soul ' Mankind: " You may become the United States Champion .. BUT GOD DAMNIT FLAIR - YOU HAVE A PRICE TO PAY AND MRS. FOLEYS BABY BOY .. WILL NOT RELEASE YOU .. UNTIL THAT DEBT .. IS PAID UP! (Mankind Laughs INSANE) What will it cost you? "

Mankind whispers softly.

' The Deranged Soul ' Mankind: " Just .. a few BUCKET LOADS .. of your sweet, beautiful blood. That's all. "

Fucking insane - that's all you can say. The scene fades to black on a deranged grin of Mankind's.

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