Diary Of A Madman : Entry #11 - 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)

The Pro Wrestling Redefined logo fades into the distance as the cameras begin rolling in the very same room we were in just a few short hours ago with Mankind. This time, Mankind is a vertical position. He's still wearing the same clothes, the same type of approach. The only thing that HAS changed is that The United States Title now lays in the hands of Mankind - who is staring deeply into it for at least two or three minutes before softly speaking.

' The Deranged Soul ' Mankind: " Gold. It's what it's all about, isn't it? That's ALL that matters - winning .. gold. "

Long pause.

' The Deranged Soul ' Mankind: " WRONG!! WRONG .. WRONG .. WRONG! IT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH CHAMPIONSHIPS; IT HAS EVERYTHING TO DO WITH THE DRAWING OF BLOOD! It is POINTLESS .. and a sign of WEAKNESS .. if PAIN is not enjoyed. Deep down inside, if you're not enjoying the infliction of pain .. you should GET the HELL OUT! PAIN .. IS WHERE IT ALL STARTS .. AND .. ENDS! THINKA BOUT IT! THINK, THINK!! PAIN IS WHAT DETERMAINS YOUR CAREER; WHETHER YOU WIN, WHETHER YOU LOSE .. OR WHETHER YOUR CAREER IS SNAPPED IN TWO LIKE A SALATA BISCUIT!"

Mankind is gasping for air heavily but chooses to continue RIGHT away.

' The Deranged Soul ' Mankind: " BLOOD .. PAIN - IT'S WHAT YOU'RE GONNA SUFFER FROM THIS WEDNESDAY NIGHT! You EXPECT to be EIGHTY years old and STILL be able tot ake punishment you wouldn't even be able to handle in your PRIME? Are you .. are you even more INSANE than I? BECAUSE NOBODY .. AND THAT INCLUDES AN EIGHTY YEAR OLD HEART .. CAN TAKE .. NOR DISH OUT WHAT I DO EVERY SINGLE WEEK! NO ONE! I've had MIMMICKERS! I'VE HAD 'EM ALL - BUT THEY COULD NEVER .. EVER! .. TAKE WHAT I COULD, AND STILL HAND OUT WHAT I MANAGE TO. You refer to me as .. Deranged. As a mifit; BUT YOU DON'T SEEM TO REALIZE THAT I KNOW THAT! I KNOW IW ASN'T BORN WITHG OOD LOOKS; I KNOW I WASN'T BORN WITH THE BRAINS OF EINSTEIN .. BUT WHAT I WAS GIFTED WITH .. WAS PAIN! THE UNDERSTANDING OF IT! Because if you can't read it like a book .. then it means nothing. It means suffering. But for me? Pain .. is loveable and destruction of bodies including the dismantled one of mine .. is a BEAUTIFUL .. BEAUTIFUL .. thing!"

Seemingly un-expected, Mankind begins to rip chunks of his HAIR out! Making strange noises in the process, Mankind pulls out AT LEAST three, maybe four big chunks of hair.

' The Deranged Soul ' Mankind: " I BET THAT DISTURBS YOU, RIC. I BET THAT MAKES YOUR INSIDES SHIVER LIKE A LITTLE BLONDE GIRL OUT IN THE POURING RAIN! DOESN'T IT!? DOESN'T IT!? It makes you feel .. " un-comfortable ". DEEP DOWN INSIDE .. It makes you AFRAID of the concequences! AND YOU DAMN WELL SHOULD BE, RIC! YOU SHOULD BE SCARED OUT OF YOUR MIND! I AM A MADMAN ON THE LOOSE AND I WILL DO ABSOLTUELY ANYTHING .. FOR SPILT BLOOD! You can STYLE and PROFILE all you want - you can bring a FLOCK of Ladies .. YOU CAN BRING ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING THAT MADE RIC FLAIR WHO HE IS TODAY .. Because at the end of the day, Ric .. YOU'RE GONNA BE COUGHIN' UP BLOOD AND EATIN' THROUGH A STRAW FOR MONTHS! There WON'T be any celebrations .. There won't be any candellite dinners. You'll be MAIMED .. and you'll be beaten within an INCH of your LIFE! HA-HA! "

Mankind turns his attention to the camera.

' The Deranged Soul ' Mankind: " Ric .. you may've been a Legend in the past, but this wednesday night - I'M CLEARING THE PAST AND REPLACING IT WITH THE PRESENT! YOUR CAREER .. WILL BE BROKEN INTO A MILLION PIECES AND ALL THAT WILL BE LEFT .. IS THE LAST FEW REMAINS OF YOUR WRINKLY SKIN! HA-HA! "

Mankind wipes away the hair from his face, as his eyes focus right in on the zooming camera.

' The Deranged Soul ' Mankind: " On The Eighth Day .. GOD .. CREATED .. MANKIND!! WHY WAS THAT SUCH A TERRIBLE THING!? WHY, WHY .. WHY!? "

The Deranged Soul charges at the camera and knocks it down - the transmission cuts immediantly. Shortly after, the scene fades to black.

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