" MANKIND "

Roleplay Number: #16

Victories: 07 Losses: 01 No Contests: 00

History: Star Of The Moment (1x); Top Six Rankings (4x); Match Of The Week (2x); Quote Of The Week (2x); Main Eventing Conflict (3x); PWR United States Champion (1x, First Ever);

Maimed: The Undertaker (1x); William Regal (1x); Simon Dean (1x); Christian (1x); Chris Jericho (1x); The Rock (1x); Ric Flair (1x); Johnny Stamboli (1x); Randy Orton (1x);

" RP TITLE: Similarities .. It's A Funny Thing "

That long and anticipated await has almost seen its course, as Starrcade looms as only a few short days away. Four weeks ago, Triple H completely shocked the world when he returned to the center of attention by showing his face on Pro Wrestling Define's fourth edition of Conflict. In a promo long before Mankind's match, the Deranged Soul commited to believing in the words of "He's Coming". Who indeed was he talking about? The Game. The Cerebral Assassin. How did he know? That's one thing we'll never find out, even to this very day. However - that one single moment, once Mankind was cheated out of his match with Chris Jericho thanks to Ric Flair, was the defying point in the return of Triple H. The two exchanged intense, sadistic stares; each not backing down. From there - Triple H declared that it was TIME .. to play the game. The following week on Conflict, Triple H violently swung the door open to Mankind's locker room .. however, The Deranged Soul didn't move one spec as he stayed sitting in the same position with the United States Title he once had, being held to him closely. Triple H didn't attack him; nah, not at all. Instead The Game verbally assaulted Mankind .. but the thing is, Mankind could ONLY laugh at The Game's words. Once again, The Cerebral Assassin informed Mankind that he WOULD be seeing him soon - in the ring, ONE more time. Later that night in the Main Event, Mankind defended his Championship against Ric Flair due to Triple H interferring with a Sledgehammer shot to the SKULL of Mankind. After the match, the two battled it out - this time, Mankind leaving as the man on his two feet .. however, he left Conflict at a costly price after being STRIPPED of his Title by Shane McMahon, who further announced that at Starcade it would BE Mankind and Triple H, one on one.

Last week, Shane McMahon stated that the stipulation between the two would be one they're well aware of. A Fifteen Foot High STEEL CAGE surrounding them, as they attempt to rip each other to shreads. Triple H made his presence felt, as he guaranteed that Starrcade WILL BE the final chapter, so to speak, of Mankind. Seconds later, The Deranged Soul attacked The Game from behind and was dominating proceedings before Trips' delivered a Low Blow - knocking the wind right out of Mankind. Not wasting a single second, Triple H threw Mankind into the steps and quickly retreated up the ramp, avoiding anymore confrontation.

So its finally carved in stone. Mankind, Triple H. One on One. 15 Foot Steel Cage. The ramifications of the brutality the two of these Superstars are about to go through, is in-describable. The human structure is not designed to be belted around like these two shall demonstrate this Sunday .. but rest assure, they will do ANYTHING to wipe one another off the very face of the professional wrestling map. Triple H didn't get the job finished that he once started going back four or five years ago. Mankind on the other hand, is eagerly seeking revenge ... but only ONE man can walk out the winner, although ultimately in the longrun BOTH of them will NEVER be the same again. The Pedigree vs. The Mandible Claw? We'll soon see. Tune into STARRCADE this Sunday!

The scene cuts away from the PWR Logo, and fades up on the face of Mankind - who is seated unusually on a wooden chair. He has his legs crossed like a little child, and looks eager to begin speaking; once again, like a little kid is with learning. Mr. Socko of course, can be clearly spotted on the right hand of the Deranged one. The mask as always covers up the best part of his face, and it's tilted downwards so that his fringe covers an even greater part.

Mankind: He's back. Because of me. Little .. ole .. ME! We are so much alike, Hunter. So much alike it's scary .. so much alike that I drew you back to professional wrestling. It's almost like .. like we share a magnetic force. Like we're compelled together by an act .. of god.

For a few seconds, Mankind stays silent and doesn't move an inch.

Mankind: Oh my, Hunter .. we're like the two enemies that never knew they had so much in commen. Except .. err .. well, we do know. We know because the feelings we have for each other are of exactly the same nature. I want to see your eyeballs rolling around, tickling your feet .. and I'm sure you'd love to expose my hideous face to the world by humiliating me - making me bleed through every hole .. bursting every vein. Oh my .. beautiful .. isn't it? It's amazing .. just AMAZING how hatred can bring two forces together.

Silence. No movement; nothing.

Mankind: Oh, by the way Hunter .. have you said hello to Mr. Socko?

Slowly, Mankind raises his right hand; the hand which Mr. Socko is placed on.

Mankind: Don't be shy, Socko. Hunter is our friend. Hunter is here to satisfy us by allowing us to use him .. like a toy .. and you know what we do with toy's, don't you? We .. We .. WE WRECK THEM!!

" Socko ": Does Hunter enjoy long walks along the beach and candlelight dinners? I love them, Mankind. I love them with all my cotton.

Mankind: Maybe you should ask him. Do you, Hunter? We'd love to have you join us sometime ..

The quickest motion yet; Mankind lowers his head down to 'Mr. Socko'.

" Socko ": Having him join us for dinner? My my .. what a main course meal that'd be.

Mankind: Oh Hunter - you have a an. An eager .. HUNGRY .. fan. But I don't eat my prey. I like to play with my catchings. Do you know what I'd do with your teeth? I'd superglue them to the ones I've had knocked out. Ha-ha! I'd take your nose, your ever so big nose .. and I'd use it as .. as .. as a whistle. A two hole whistle.

Suddenly, Mankind shakes his head violently.

Mankind: But back to our similarities. Because god knows - we have .. MANY .. similarities. Let's start off with the obvious; sick minded. Have you ever had someone call you sadistic? Maybe looked in the mirror you have in your bathroom and even say to yourself, that you're sadistic? Oh I have. I have time .. and time again. Each time - my smile grows. It grows wider. It grows stronger. Because each time I consult myself to being insane, to being a sick minded bastard .. It's coming off a violent act - or so we're all made to believe. When I bleed, or when my opponents bleed - I smirk .. because it rewards me for my efforts. Why must you jump to conclusions, saying I am an animal? I'm just like you. JUST .. LIKE .. YOU, Hunter. I've seen you before; the REAL you. You're JUST as insane .. just as SICK, as I am.

Mankind turns his head up to the camera; lo and behold, an evil, SADISTIC grin planted right across his masked face.

Mankind: They call you The Cerebral Assassin. They call ME .. the deranged soul. You ENJOY inflicting pain; you live to LOVE the sight of an opponents blood trickle down there face like spilt milk on a coffee table. They forget about you .. they turn their nasty looks to me .. but you .. oh no, they don't even KNOW you. But I know you. I KNOW YOU ALL TOO WELL. I know that it would mean everything to you if you were to erase me from PWR. It would send a shiver down your spine if you forced me back into retirement; oh I know, because it would mean the exact for me if I were to do it to you. If I forced you into retirement because I broke every bone in your body - that'd warm my innocent, little heart.

" Socko ": But you might not even survive .. yourself.

Never would of thought possible, but that grin on Mankind's face stretches even further.

Mankind: I'm not worried about ending my career .. to end another. If I'm going down, Hunter .. YOU'RE COMING WITH ME! Because we're BOTH very bad men. We separate ourselves from the rest .. the only difference is, you disguise yours. I'm not afraid to admit that I love pain in any WAY, shape or form. This Sunday - inside that Steel Cage, I'll play your game .. I'll roll the dice .. I'll take the gamble .. because Mrs. Foleys Baby Boy NEVER lets a Steel Cage go to waste. NEVER! I will grind your face across EVERY single bar of Steel .. and I'm sure you'll do the same with me. Hehe. Isn't it funny? You un-leash a side of me that nobody else can; a side that I love .. and it's the same for you - and you love it. Aren't we all one big happy family? Hehe .. The clock is ticking its way to Starrcade, and let me tell you .. I'm hanging onto every second because once it hits Monday Morning, we'll NEVER be the same again. Hunter - for now ..

HAVE A NICE DAY!

" Socko ": All THREE of us will breathe the anticipation of pain for now .. and we can only hope .. that a fifteen foot high steel cage lives up to its reputation.

Mankind nods his head up and down repeatedly like a madman.

Mankind: This isn't about winning or losing. It's about survival. It's about going to a place we've never been before - and no, I'm not talking about a place where beautiful women loom and where roses can be smelt and where fairies tap you on the head gently with a little wond .. no .. I'm not talking about a place like that at all ..

The camera fades out on the sight of a very sick grin which can only been expressed by The Deranged Soul. Time - it's all that separates two men from completely tearing each other apart.