" MANKIND "

Roleplay Number: #17

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: Those Days - Aren't They Passing By Quickly? "

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!

White. Imagine it. No special objects, no other colors. Just pure white - because that's exactly what our camera is showing us. Pointless? Not the slightest. Sitting in the middle of things is Mankind with his legs crossed - positioned exactly how a four year old would sit. As we've come to expect, Mr. Socko is placed on the right hand of Mankind whom is seemingly excited, grinding his teeth together and rockingback and fourth in what you'd describe as a move of anticipation.

Mankind: Oh Hunter .. those days - aren't they passing by quickly? It was only the other day you declared my very own beautiful grave. It really is true, isn't it? Time does fly .. but then again, it's all for a good cause because as each day ends, as each hour goes by - it brings us CLOSER. Closer .. to our moment. Isn't it ... exciting? Does it make your precious blood boil away, Hunter? Does it bring butterflies to your stomach?

Mankind snarls violently.

Mankind: I CAN'T WAIT!! IF I COULD, I'D RIP YOUR EYEBALLS OUT OF THEIR SOCKETS RIGHT NOW! But .. I can't. I HAVE TO WAIT! I HATE WAITING! .. But once Sunday Night rolls around and we're surroudned by nothing but beautiful, cold STEEL .. then it'll be ALL worth the wait, because NOTHING soothes my heart more than seeing somebody like YOU .. somebody as EGOTISTICAL as you .. SUFFER! Like a baby lamb being slaughtered. And then, Hunter .. Oh THEN, you WON'T have anywhere to run. NO WHERE!! And I'll be standing there - arms wide open .. inviting you into a world you never thought EXISTED!

Mankind slowly moves his right hand to the camera, and begins 'working' Mr. Socko accordingly.

Mankind: Is there something you'd like to say, Socko?

" Socko ": Mankind, why must Triple H fail to see the signs? Hasn't he realized we can be broken into pieces, and STILL live on?

Looking down at Socko, Mankind begins to ponder.

Mankind: It frightens me, Socko. Hunter is a man who labels himself as a Master of this Business .. yet he still can't grasp that I may be ugly - I MAY BE ABSOLUTELY HIDEOUS .. and I might not be able to wrestle for a bag of PEANUTS! But Mrs. Foleys Baby Boy can STILL inflict DESTRUCTION! I CAN STILL MAKE YOU BEG FOR FORGIVENESS, HUNTER! And deep down .. you know it. YOU KNOW IT AND IT KILLS YOU! So you let yourself wonder off and fade into a world of .. of .. of DENIAL!! But that's not healthy. NOT AT ALL! Because denying that a MADMAN - a DERANGED Soul is the worst possible thing .. you could DO! I might be insane, as you might be. You might be a mastermind .. but I'VE GOT MORE GUTS THEN YOU CAN HANDLE! You THINK you know what Mrs. Foleys Baby Boy is about - BUT YOU DON'T! NO! YOU DON'T KNOW A THING! You don't know the capabilities of a mind like mine, Hunter .. and to tell the truth .. NEITHER .. DO I!!!

Manical laughter; Mankind begins SCREAMING in laughter and starts to pull his hair - ripping out CHUNKS of it.

" Socko ": He knows us better then anyone .. yet he knows so little.

Mankind: SO VERY LITTLE! Because if you knew us, Hunter .. then oh my - you would surely know .. that we can TAKE, TAKE, TAKE!! And we can GIVE .. GIVE ... GIVE!!!! (Gasping For Air) Sunday Night - Mrs. Foleys Baby Boy will be apart of a CAR WRECK! But the thing is, Hunter, YOU'RE the one who will come off worse! YOU'RE the one who will be left to simply .. DIE FOR! HA-HA-HA! Do you know something, Socko?

" Socko ": What's that?

Mankind: Me and you - we're ALWAYS paranoia. But Hunter, dear ole' Hunter .. WE SEND HIM CRAZY! We push him over the edge .. like kicking a rock off a CLIFFE! He thinks that I can't take the pain he'll dish out - BUT THAT'S WHERE HE'S WRONG! DEAD WRONG! I'm rock solid .. I CAN'T BE BROKEN! I CAN BE CHIPPED; BUT NEVER BROKEN! .. For my soul has already been played with. My mind - my heart - MY DAMN EVERYTHING .. has been tinkered with. BUT DO I CARE? DO I LOOK LIKE I GIVE A RATS ASS? NO! I DON'T! BECAUSE I ONLY CARE ABOUT THE SPILL OF YOUR BLOOD, TRIPLE H! WIN .. LOSE .. DRAW; IT DOESN'T MATTER! NOTHING DOES! NOTHING, NOTHING, NOTHING!!

The voice is deafening, as it's a screaming screechy sound which causes you to block your ears immediately.

Mankind: You don't understand. Nobody understands. I HATE PLAYING GAMES! I .. I NEVER WON! But this, Hunter .. THIS ISN'T A GAME! THIS IS REALITY - and on Sunday Night, you will fade away like fog. Slowly, but surely .. fade away.

" Socko ": He doesn't have to tap, because I have a habit .. of CHOKING our opponents OUT!

Mankind laughs insanely whilst cuddling up to "Mr. Socko".

Mankind: I'm DIRTY! I'm a PIG! And Hunter, I'M COMING FOR YOU! The sensation of your face being grazed along the steel cage .. It's SENSATIONAL! IT'S A REQUIRED DESIRE .. and it will be met. (Mankind Smirks) You're right. You ARE the cream of the crop. You ARE the best going around; BUT SOONER OR LATER, YOU'RE GONNA GET TIRED! Tired as if you'd been slaving away out on the farm ALL day long under the hot sun .. because each time you hit me across the head, it sends a shiver down my spine. And I'LL BEG YOU .. TO DO IT AGAIN .. AND AGAIN .. AND AGAIN!! And if you intend on making me pay in blood, I await eagerly .. for it is your blood, that shall keep us afloat. But the difference is .. I CAN ABSORB THE PAIN .. AND STILL DISH IT OUT! You're just like everyone else. YOU CLAIM YOUR A BREED ON YOUR OWN! But you aren't, are you? YOU AREN'T!! So I say to you.. have a nice day .. because once Mrs. Foleys Baby boy has chewed you up like a piece of chewing gum and spat you out like a fingernail .. you WILL REST .. IN PIECES!!

The Deranged Soul chucks another fit - pullingevery string of hair on his head.

" Socko ": We're ALL insane .. ALL OF US!

Mankind: PEDIGREE ME! PEDIGREE ME! I AM BEGGING YOU - PEDIGREE ME!!

Mankind proceeds to make strange noises, as the camera zooms out; which then finally fades away to a black screen.