" MANKIND "

Roleplay Number: #19

Victories: 07 Losses: 02 No Contests: 00

History: Star Of The Moment (1x); Top Six Rankings (5x); Match Of The Week (3x); 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: Why Can't We All Just Get Along? "

December 12, 2004 changed the face of professional wrestling forever. The long and on going feud between two old rivals was to be showcased on more time - this time around, to be inside of a 15 foot Steel Cage. An epic battle; one in which will stay stuck in our minds for as long as we live. Triple H .. The Cerebral Assassin .. The Game - call him what you like, he IS that damn good and he is JUST as SICK and JUST as twisted as Mankind. We knew that Starrcade would prove tobe a night we'd never forget; we knew that blood would spill .. what we didn't know, was exactly what we were going to see. There was never to be a REAL winner in this match .. both mens lives, careers - changed forever. The hatred in which these two have for one another goes without saying. It's been a long, heated journey - one which will be forever remembered as one of the all-time feuds between two different men .. two different wrestling styles. So much apart; yet so much alike. Starrcade was what you'd put down as being one of the most brutal matches of all time. Triple H - busted wide open. Blood covering his entire face. Mankind, battered and bruised .. beaten to a pulp. It looked as if Mrs. Foleys Baby Boy was about to enter the home with the bacon, but somehow, Triple H kicked out of a big time double arm DDT which much to the fans disgust, brought a fit of rage for Mankind. The Game, being the Cerebral Assassin, took full advantage of the situation and planted Mankind in the center of the ring with a devastating Pedigree .. therefore .. picking up a three count and ending what was once again, another spectacular match between two of the very best. Though - you think it's over .. but the fact is, Triple H won the battle; an intense, EPIC battle ... but what we're in the middle of here, is not just an ordinary feud between two men. What we've got placed out in front of us .. is a WAR!

Although, you have to question what kind of condition Mankind is in. Will he physically be able to continue his professional wrestling career? Triple H hopes to god that hes finally thrown Mankind in the grave .. but has he? Has he really defeated Mankind? Or is there still life; still a glimpse of hope, for the deranged soul? This week on Conflict, Mankind has been lined up against The self proclaimed Worlds Most Dangerous Man. Ken Shamrock; wrestling's dynamite package, so you'd say. It won't be the first time these two clash heads - baring in mind the last time they fought, Ken Shamrock forced Mankind to tap for his dear life. Will that be the same case? Or will Mankind turn the tables, and allow Mr. Socko to rest Shamrock to sleep? But then again .. who even says Mankind will be able to compete? After last sunday's brutal match with Triple H, even the deranged soul of Mankind .. may have seen its last day. There's no question about it; he's not at 100% .. for all we know, the guy might be even struggling to pass 50% .. but you can place your bet, your last damn dollar, that if Mankind is able to breathe .. then he WILL turn up to Conflict.

Pro Wrestling Redefined; a federation making its mark on the professional wrestling world. What better way than to showcase epics like Mankind and Triple H in a Steel Cage? .. But why concentrate on the past? Sure, it's definately going to play a major part on Conflict .. which you'd have to admit, will be eye candy .. but the thing is, it's Shamrocks ANKLE LOCK versus Mankinds MANDIBLE CLAW. Both of which have seen many opponents tap out, and some even pass out. This might be just Conflict, another weekly show .. but these two won't be holding anything back. Both insane. Both disfigured. What more do you need to tell you that Conflict is gonna be a night to watch? Tune in, this Wednesday Night!

Cold, wet and getting worse by the minute. The scene winds up just outside of the Joe Louis Arena in Detroit, Michigan. Rain is pelting down heavier by the second, as sitting out in the pouring rain is Mankind. His clothes, hair and body are immensely saturated to the extent where his shirt is sticking to his body. Due to the dampening in Mankind's hair, it covers up almost his whole face; you can only just see his mouth. His head is tilted downwards - almost like when you drop your head in shame. Mankind looks lifeless; and his voice .. sounds EXACTLY the same way.

Mankind: I tried to prevent what I feared so deeply. I tried my innocent, little heart out .. BUT IT WAS NOT ENOUGH! Not enough to prevent the devil. To prevent Triple H .. FROM KICKING .. MY ASS!

He pauses, still staying in the same position.

Mankind: Mrs. Foleys Baby boy was left high and dry to ROT away .. like a tomato .. in the HOT SUN! Left lifeless. Left drianed of energy. Left .. to DIE.

Mankind tilts his head slightly up to the camera, just enough to see dry blood stained on his neck, his mask and the top part of his head. Rain continues to hit hard down on Earth's surface; but by the way Mankind is acting, you'd think he doesn't even know it's raining.

Mankind: Once again, for a second time .. Mankind .. WAS KILLED! Mankind was put to rest, being surroudned in a pool of his own blood. But no longer is it beautiful. IT'S DREADFUL! I AM SICK OF FEELING PAIN! I DON'T WANT TO FEEL IT; I'VE HAD IT MORE THAN AN AVERAGE MAN OR WOMAN WOULD EVER HAVE!! .. I want it .. to be washed away ..

The Deranged Soul lifts his head up to the sky, letting the drop off his bloodied face.

Mankind: The soul of Mrs. Foleys Baby Boy was taken away. TRIPLE H STOLE MY DIGNITY! MY PRIDE! And he stampeeded on it .. he .. he made a fool of it. I'VE WORKED HARD! I'VE WORKED DAMN HARD TO GET WHERE I AM .. yet I am still looked upon as a man who is happy to experience in-describable pain. I DON'T WANT THAT IMAGE! I WANT A NEW IMAGE! A NEW ME! A BETTER ME!! Can anyone help me? Can anyone guide me down the right path? I wish no longer to bleed .. to feel pain .. I wish .. for peace. WHY MUST VIOLENCE BE THE ANSWER TO EVERYTHING? WHY?

Mankind moves his arms out horizontally with his head still positioned upwards.

Mankind: Why can't we all just get along? Why must we resort to inflicting pain? Why can't we sit around a dinner table, drink cups of tea and become a family? Why? BECAUSE YOU PEOPLE .. ARE GREEDY!! You think, that being in control of your own life would be enough .. but no .. NO! YOU HAVE TO RUIN SOMEBODY ELSES .. Because .. you're selfish. This world, is selfish .. and for hearts like Mrs. Foleys Baby Boy's .. there's no place.

" Socko ": But Mankind, it was only one loss.

Mankind: No .. for you see .. it was THE-E loss. The final loss. The pain we endured was excruciating and we don't deserve to be put through it again. Triple H .. YOU WON! YOU WON! YOU GOT YOUR DAMN WISH HUNTER! You .. CRUSHED .. MANKIND! You beat me into oblivion .. into a world I wish to NEVER re-visit! YOU DID IT, HUNTER! ... And now I pledge to you all; stop the violence. Find a way .. because violence isn't your answer. IT DESTROYS LIVES! DO YOU SEE MY FACE?

Viciously, Mankind points to his face which is covered by that mask of his.

Mankind: DO YOU NEED A BETTER LOOK!?

Suddenly, he RIPS off the mask - exposing his demented face to the world! Mankind flicks his hair back, revealing his bloodied and battered face. He can BARELY see out of his right eye.

Mankind: This journey .. this CRUEL and TORTURED journey has produced one UGLY sight. A SIGHT THAT EVEN SICKENS ME! But I had no say in it .. GOD DIDN'T GIFT ME WITH LOOKS! He gifted me with the art of being able to absorb pain .. BUT I DON'T WANT TO ANY LONGER! THE PAIN .. IS OVERWHELMING! Its run its course on Mrs. Foleys Baby Boy .. and the time for suffering, is IN THE PAST!

" Socko ": What are you going to do then? What about Ken Shamrock?

Mankind: Oh Ken. Dear Ken. (Big Grin) Full of anger; full of rage. Insane - just like me. I like that in you, Ken, BUT THAT'S ABOUT ALL I LIKE! You enjoy breaking ankles; snapping them, too. I admire that. You're commited to breaking and snapping ankles - BUT NOT MINE! You may have had your luck in the past .. BUT THIS IS A WHOLE NEW MANKIND KEN! A giving, caring Mankind .. and for me to lash out at you will mean that you've really cheesed him off. We don't want that, do we? But you won't settle for smiles and cups of teas. YOU WANT MY ANKLE, SNAPPED! But oh how you wish .. wish, wish WISH .. because my ankle is disfigured enough and I choose not to suffer at your grasp. I CHOOSE TO BRING PEACE! But that won't happen with you .. you're mean .. you're a shark who smells blood .. YOU'RE EVEN MORE INSANE THAN I! But how I promise you .. yes Ken Shamrock .. I promsie you that if you cross the line in the sand - YOU WILL PAY DEARLY! So I beg you .. for your sake .. bring peace to the table. Maybe Mrs. Foleys baby boy can take you through some yoga?

A deranged laugh; one that you'd definately choose to never hear again.

Mankind: You claim that I'm in your zone? I beg to differ. You do not OWN the grounds of a wrestling ring. Oh no. It's not your property; neither is it mine .. but it IS where we shall collide like a car crash. I'd like to sit down and eat biscuits with you .. but you won't BUDGE! You have to give off a macho man image; surely .. surely Socko, he couldn't ALWAYS be pissed off.

" Socko ": Well he does look pretty angry everytime we see him.

Mankind: How can the mind have so much hate? What happened Ken? Uncle Mankind is here to listen .. to lend a helping hand. Was it school - did they not treat you with respect? Oh how I know that feeling. Everybody looking at you weird because you'd eat a Banana with the skin on, or because you'd sit there for hours, just peeling away the skin of a grape. How I know, Ken .. but anger doesn't work. Mankind tried that; Mankind failed. MANKIND GOT HIS ASS KICKED! So take the advice from a pair of eyes .. deranged eyes, mind you, haha .. because that path is a long and painful one. FOLLOW MY LEAD! But .. but Ken ..

" Socko ": Kenny boy.

Mankind: Sssh, Uncle Mankind is speaking.

Mankind looks straight into the camera - the dry blood on his face is sickening, and almost prompts you to puke.

Mankind: I'm not fit, Shamrock. I'm not healthy, nor am I at my best condition. I AM A MESS! A BLOODIED AND WRECKED .. MESS! And you, Ken .. ARE NOT THE WORLDS MOST DANGEROUS MAN! I see you for what you really are; oh yes, Ken. Deep inside, you're a kind and loving man. Sure, you snap ankles .. and careers .. but it's a fake. AND I WILL EXPOSE YOU .. WIDE OPEN .. FOR THAT MAN YOU REALLY ARE!! And oh, such a beautiful day it will be. But I must warn you Ken - if you don't settle for peace .. if you dare lay one fist upon Mrs. Foleys precious little baby boy, you will forever REGRET IT! Because I will not hesitate in sticking Mr. Socko down your THROAT! So you have two choices .. take them into account .. take your time to find your inner self. I'll eagerly be awaiting your reply - for I could see you becoming the lovely guy at the milk bar! Oh do Ken .. DO try and Have A Nice Day!!

The rain has eased off, but only slightly, as it still continues to pour down on Mankind.

Mankind: And remember Kenny .. violence is not the answer. TRUST ME - I'VE BEEN THROGUH IT! But if you don't choose to obey .. I'll be forced .. FORCED, Ken .. to put you down. LIKE A DOG! LIKE A DAMN DOG! HA-HA!

Suddenly the laughter stops. Mankind's eyes still tuned into the camera.

Mankind: How could I forget? MERRY CHRISTMAS! ho .. ho .. HO!

Mankind's disgraceful attempt of Santa ends quickly, as the scene fades to black.