" .. mankind .. "

[[ Pro Wrestling Redefined is the company in which Mankind established himself as a 'household' name. Mankind completely dominated anyone or anything for the best part of what you'd describe as the 'early stages' of the business. Despite having a large buffer on age over the majority of the Superstars, he never once sold himself short. Mankind stuck to his guns; stuck to what only he could do best. In the process, Mankind was the first to capture the PWR United States Championship and did so in convincing fashion. From that point onwards, Mankind shaped his time with PWR as one we'll never forget and thus has earned himself a spot in the company's Hall Of Fame. It's been four or five weeks since we last saw Mick Foley compete in a professional wrestling match. Since then, rumours have circulated the globe that Foley had finally thrown in the white towel and had hanged up the boots. That was the thought; until now. On the very first edition of Conflict in Seasons II, Mankind will make his return when he combines past with present. The Rock & Sock Connection - Undoubtedly one of the most unique yet fan favourite Tag Teams of all time. The question WILL be asked; is this a one night off, or is the duo of Rock and Sock due for one last final run? Only time will tell, but one thing's for sure - they'll have to corporate if they're to succeed their first match in Seasons II as it's by no means a 'walk in the park'. Four other Tag Teams - ALL capable of picking up a victory. April 25th, 2005 - Tag Team CHAOS ... Can they co-exist? Can they function as one well oiled unit? Tune in, because Conflict is a night you CAN'T afford to miss! ]]

[[ Once the Pro Wrestling Redefined logo fades out of sight, the cameras begin rolling in the corridor where Mankind can be spotted sitting on the ground and up against a brick wall. White wrinkly collared shirt; brown tight sweat pants - it's vintage Mankind, so to say. Mankind holds up Mr. Socko close to his face, carefully stroaking it calmly with his other hand. ]]

' DERANGED SOUL ' Mankind: " Don't worry, little ol' buddy. You're safe now. I won't them hurt us, I promise. "

[[ Continuious light, soft stroaking on "Mr. Socko", as if it were in fact alive. ]]

' DERANGED SOUL ' Mankind: " We were separated by force, not choice. That Dude Love pulled the cotton wool over our eyes ... oh, he did ... he did ... but at last, after SUCH a long and un-wanted absence ... we're once again, together. "

[[ Mankind begins to form a slow rocking back and fourth formation. ]]

' DERANGED SOUL ' Mankind: " This time, I promise it'll be different. Please forgive; please do. You were stolen from me; you were taken from right out of my grasp ... I didn't want that ... but back then, and even now - NOBODY CARES, WHAT I WANT! No ... Nobody cares what Mrs. Foleys Baby Boy WANTS! It's ALL about Cactus Jack, or Dude LOVE! ITS ALWAYS BEEN ABOUT THEM! Why is that, Socko? Why don't they appreciate us? IS IT BECAUSE WE AREN'T HIP ENOUGH FOR SOCIETY? IS IT!? (Pause) Or ... or is it because we didn't have the opportunity to rip out another mans heart and wrap it in layers, and LAYERS of BARBED .... WIRE!?!? Cactus Jack ... has NOTHING, NOTHING, NOTHING ... on us. "

[[ He breathes heavily, trying to regain enough oxygen to begin it all over again. ]]

' DERANGED SOUL ' Mankind: " Never again. Never ... AGAIN ... will CACTUS JACK or DUDE LOVE separate us and remove us from the professional wrestling scene. HOW DARE they do such a thing. These scars on my face aren't there because of Triple H. Oh no, no no ... Mr. Socko, these scars on my face and on my body is because of ONE man. CACTUS JACK! THEY'RE SCARS OF HIS MISTAKES! AND I ... I, DAMNIT .. HAVE TO LIVE EVERY SINGLE DAY AS A MISERY BECAUSE OF HIM! It's HIS fault! Not ours, Mr. Socko ... NOT ours! "

[[ Silence; he's enraged, yet strangely under control for the time being. ]]

' DERANGED SOUL ' Mankind: " This world is not such a beautiful place. When we wake up, we don't wake up to smell the daisies or the roses. No. We don't. Why? Because everytime we awake from a deep sleep, we're bombarded with AGONIZING PAIN!! And ... and ... AND I LOVE IT!! HAHAHAHA! I LOVE IT! I ABSOLUTELY ADORE THE FEELING OF PAIN!!! "

[[ Mankinds voice reaches incredible heights as his screaming leaves a constant ring in your ears. ]]

' DERANGED SOUL ' Mankind: " My attrocities all begun the day Mrs. Foleys Baby Boy opened up the school lunchbox for the very first time. It all begun on the first day; the first MINUTE of school. They ... they ... THEY POINTED AT ME!! THEY LAUGHED AT ME! DAMNIT, THEY THOUGHT I WAS DIFFERENT! Why was being different such a BAD thing? WHY!? Was it because I'd find it FUN to pierce needles into my skin? Was it because I held a horses brain for show and tell? Maybe, maybe not .. maybe it's because I have a funny sensation when I pull every last STRING OF HAIR OUT!! But then again, maybe they are right. MAYBE, MAYBE I am strange. Maybe I aren't such a charming little boy afterall. "

[[ He flashes the camera a sadistic grin, knowing the exact truth of the matter - but it certainly doesn't bother him. ]]

' DERANGED SOUL ' Mankind: " Let me ask you a question Socko. Do you love the sound of a bone snapping? The sight of somebody who's just seen their own blood trickle down their face? The feeling of being in the know you've just accomplished the beautiful task of re-arranging a ONCE perfect face? "

[[ Mankind quickly pulls Mr. Socko up to his ear and pretends muttering words we can't quite grasp. Once again, another sickening smirk is plastered across his entire face as he slowly lowers Mr. Socko down from his ear. Suddenly, soft and cautious footsteps can be heard being taken. It's Michael Cole - he's terrified of even being handed the job to enter Mankinds space. Nervously he attempts to move closer to the now dead silent Mankind. ]]

' BIG MC ' Michael Cole: " E-excuse me? Mankind? "

[[ Cole is reluctant to move forward. ]]

' BIG MC ' Michael Cole: " Could I .. could I please get a w-, word? "

[[ Mankind violently rises his head up to Michael Cole, who in return takes a few steps back - somewhat scared of his quick movement. ]]

' DERANGED SOUL ' Mankind: " A word, Michael? You ... want a word ... with little ol' Mankind? Why? Nobody wants to talk to me. Haven't you yet seen, Michael? HAVEN'T YOU YET HEARD, MICHAEL!? I'm different. Ask Jim Ross, I'm sure he'd lend you a few pointers for he was once in the exact same position you're in now. Do you know what happened to Jim? DO YOU KNOW WHAT I DID, MICHAEL COLE!? "

[[ Michael Cole is dead set spechless. Word's literally aren't capable of coming out of his mouth. ]]

' DERANGED SOUL ' Mankind: " I was a very, very bad boy. But don't they tell you to follow your heart? Don't they urge you to do what you want to do, Michael? My actions were considered to be savage ... to be DOWNRIGHT SICKENING ... but that was only in the eyes of people like you. Did I care for the health of Jim Ross? NO! I DIDN'T GIVE A DAMN! Why? WHY!? BECAUSE NOBODY EVER GAVE A SINGLE SOLITARY DAMN ABOUT THE BOY FROM LONG ISLAND, NEW YORK!! That's why, Michael ... (breathing heavily) ... that's why when your beloved Jim Ross was lying unconcious on the floor, I had a great big SMILE! Because I loved it. I LOVED THE FACT MICHAEL COLE, THAT A MAN YOU ALL TREASURED WAS LYING UNCONCIOUS IN FRONT OF MY EYES BECAUSE OF ME! "

' BIG MC ' Michael Cole: " I, I ... I don't know what to -- "

' DERANGED SOUL ' Mankind: " Have you ever conducted an interview in territory you never thought you'd find yourself in? Have you, Mikey? I bet you haven't. I bet you haven't even been in a circumstance like this before, have you? HAVE YOU MIKEY!? "

' BIG MC ' Michael Cole: " I haven't M- .. Man .. Mankind. "

' DERANGED SOUL ' Mankind: " I can taste your fear. I can feel the quivering of your bottom lip. I HEAR YOUR INSIDES SCREAMING OUT TO ME!!! You're scared. No, not scared. PETRIFIED!! How much extra do you have in your pocket for this? Twenty Dollars? Thirty? FORTY? FIFTY!? Oh Mikey .... tell me truthfully ... is it worth it? Is an extra few dollars worth such fear? Is it really? Oh, but it is. IT IS, ISN'T IT MIKEY? BECAUSE EVERYBODY HAS A PRICE!! "

[[ Cole's taking deep breathes, attempting to find a way to compose himself. ]]

' BIG MC ' Michael Cole: " What a- .. are your thoughts on .. on being teamed up with The Rock? A m-man .. man you've had quite a past with. "

' DERANGED SOUL ' Mankind: " It was he who first heard the cries of Mankind. It was he ... who made Mrs. Foleys Baby Boy scream two words. Can you remember which two they were, Michael? "

' BIG MC ' Michael Cole: " I Quit? "

' DERANGED SOUL ' Mankind: " Revenge, Mikey, is a dish BEST served cold. Mrs. Foleys Baby Boy was MADE head into Conflict with The Rock. MADE! I didn't want to hold The Rock's hand and skip through a field of beautiful daisies. No. I'd much rather RIP HIS GOD DAMN EYEBALLS OUT!! I'd rather pull out every last eyebrow hair .. I'd rather HEAR and FEEL the pain overwhelm The ROCK!! But that wouldn't be right, would it Michael? It wouldn't be RIGHT to turn against a long time rival when combined to take out four other teams. But then again - who's to say what's right and wrong, huh? WHO'S TO SAY LITTLE OL' MANKIND IS WRONG FOR HAVING A STRONG DESIRE TO WANTING TO RIP APART THE ROCK, LIMB .. BY LIMB!? "

[[ He turns his attention to Mr. Socko. ]]

' DERANGED SOUL ' Mankind: " Do you remember those days of Rock and Sock Connection little buddy? "

[[ Pause. ]]

' DERANGED SOUL ' Mankind: " Why we were always overlooked on the team? It's because of him, Socko. It was only ever about HIM! Why was it pronounced ROCK and Sock? Huh? Can you supply an answer to that one, Mikey? CAN YOU TELL ME WHY MANKIND AND MR. SOCKO WERE ALWAYS PUSHED TO THE BACK OF THE SHELF!? I'll tell you why. It was all about The Rocks stardom. Mrs. Foleys Baby Boy was merely the little guy at the back that nobody cared about. ISN'T THAT RIGHT, MIKEY? ISN'T IT? ISN'T IT!?!? "

' BIG MC ' Michael Cole: " Yes. Yes, That's right. "

' DERANGED SOUL ' Mankind: " We were treated with little respect. The Rock walked and talked ALL over us because he had MONEY! He had LOOKS! HE HAD THE PERFECT LIFE!! He STILL has the perfect life. Whilst he's been making movies, has anyone ever checked to see where little ol' Mankind ended up? No. They didn't. Nobody cared for it was The ROCK who had all the cameras on him. This time, I won't fall back into that same trap. I WON'T BE SHOVED ASIDE TO THE SHADOWS! NO, NO, NO!! I WANT TO SEE, FEEL AND HEAR EVERY LAST CRY OF THE ROCK! I WANT TO HEAR THE ROCK SCREAMING HIS LUNGS OUT FOR HELP! I want my shirt drained in his blood so that I can WEAR IT FOR THE REST ... OF MY LIFE!!! HAHAHAHA! (Pause) Oh, and I will get it. I will change the loved appearance of The Rock, and I WILL have weak stomachs collapse ... for it is no longer a desire, but a MUST ... to have The Rock as my very own personal toy. Winning is not at all a priority; ending careers ... snapping bones ... BREAKING HEARTS ... IS!! "

HAVE A NICE DAY!

[[ He struggles to breathe after screaming at the absolute top of his voice. Michael Coles entire body begins to shake as Mankind turns his head slowly in Coles direction. ]]

' DERANGED SOUL ' Mankind: " Why must you look at me like that Mikey? Is it something I've done? Something I've said? It's not my fault .. It's NOT my god damn FAULT, Mikey! I've been given no other alternative than to take a walk down a dark and lonely path. YOU HAVE ABSOLUTELY NO IDEA WHAT I'VE BEEN THROUGH! You, Mikey ... you're completely oblivious to all of my childhood attrocities. And now - you MUST be put in my shoes, even if it only is a glimpse ... of what I went through. "

' BIG MC ' Michael Cole: " Pleae, don't. Don't Mankind - it doesn't have t be like this. Please. "

' DERANGED SOUL ' Mankind: " Oh, but it does Mikey ... it does indeed because it's revenge. Revenge for all of those years you pointed and LAUGHED at me ... IT'S PAYBACK FOR THAT MIKEY!! AT CONFLICT, MRS. FOLEYS BABY BOY IS GONNA BE RIPPING OUT SOULS AND TEARING THEM TO SHREADS LEFT, RIGHT AND CENTER! HAHAHAHA! "

[[ The scene fades to black, leaving us with the sounds of Michael Cole scream for help. ]]

[[ Fade out to black. ]]

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