" the deranged soul "

[[ Time; something we all wish and pray upon that we had more of. Whether it be more Time with your loved ones, more Time of the taste of success .. or maybe .. more time to inflict more pain. In the mind of Mankind, we don't know a lot - but we do know one thing. His time on this earthly planet .. is not to snuggle up to his loved ones. It's not to entertain the fans nor is it to be defined as a Legend in this industry; instead, Mankind's desire .. is to merely inflict as much astonishing pain onto his opponent as humanly possible - EVEN if that means he has to put his OWN body at risk. If you were too describe Mankind, could you lay it all down to Insanity? No, no you can't. Why? Because Mankind fit's the description of several words. Mad. Insane. Crazy. Strong. Brave. How could you possibly pin point one word? You can't, and that's exactly why this Deranged Soul has captured the hearts of many people; whether you lke him or you hate him, you definitely respect him. He's not here to win Championships; He's not HERE for the money and as you can very well tell, He's not here for the attention. He enjoys the sight of blood, whether that be his very own or somebody elses .. red, thick, dripping blood is a desire of Mankind's. Sick it might be, but you have to ask yourself - how much of an advantage does that give him? Here you have a man who isn't afraid by the viewing of his own blood; his pain is used as an attack; he ABSORBS the pain and turns it into a fury .. a resilient .. FURIOUS offence. You take your average Man - he's SCARED of his own blood .. He can't TAKE an enormous amount of pain and STILL manage to dish out his own share.

Call it unusual, call it inhumane .. either way .. Mankind can be mistkaen for no other. This past week he proved it again by defeating William Regal in Round I of the United States Championship Tournament. I bet you're sitting there, right now, wondering .. " Why Would You Be Estatic About Beating William Regal? " .. put it this way. Two weeks ago, Mankind re-visited HELL. Any NORMAL person would of collapsed after an ounce of pain that Mankind took 2 weeks ago in that Hell In A Cell; they WOULDN'T be able to compete the following week .. but Mankind? He competed. With all the bruising, the cuts, the blemishes .. with EVERYTHING .. Mankind STILL fought William Regal and STILL walked out with the victory. It took 10 minutes - thats all. Mankind had the Mandible Claw locked in and from that point onwards William Regal was in the books as history! The referee raised Regal's arm three times thus far delcaring Mankind his second win for PWR and more importantly, advancement in the U.S Title tournament.

Which brings us to the last Conflict before the pay per view. Mankind is set to take part in the Main Event; a Main Event with GOLD on the line. The United States Championship will be decided amongst four men; Mankind, Simon Dean, Chris Jericho and Christian. In regards to it being a Fatal 4 Way Match, it's rather simple; the first man tos core a pinfall will be crowned the first EVER Pro Wrestling Redefined United States Champion! The stakes are high, each four men have a shot at creating history .. but the thing is .. will Mankind take care to the prestige on the line? Is that what the "deranged soul" will be aiming for - or has he other intentions? His usual intentions would consist of being able to splash in a pool of his three opponents blood .. and quite possibly, his own .. but with the United States Championship up for grabs .. SURELY .. surely .. even the MADDEST of of all madmen, will have SOME intention into draping it over his shoulder .. surely! ]]

[[ Sounds of sticky tape being stuck onto bits of cardboard fades up onto the screen. The hands at work are very distinct; they're familiar. They have several cuts and bruises on them; it's one of those feelings that hurts you to even LOOK at them yet this man, this unknown man, is seemingly not bothered by it. The camera zooms out slowly and we see the making of a cardboard .. championship belt? It's designed poorly - it's the type of material that a Ten year old would whip up. The making of a messed up white collared shirt can be seen, along with brown sweat pants. Ever so slowly, the camera proceeds to zoom out. It finally captures the man's face; a hideous one, at that. It's Mankind - who like always has that mask covering the majority of his deranged face. His hair hangs over his eyes as he constructs what appears to be, his version of the Unietd States Championship Belt. ]]

[ Mankind ] Un-tapped talent. Un-tapped talent. UN .. TAPPED .. TALENT! From the very day I was born, to this day .. I have had UN-TAPPED TALENT! I've been held back .. HELD BACK BY THE MAN! I have been forced to queue up at the back of the lunch line and watch on as others push in front of me for my WHOLE life. Every day .. someone pushing in. Every day .. someone taking the position in a school play that I dreamed of having. EVERY DAY .. OF SUFFERING! I WAS NEVER LET OUT OF MY CAGE! I HAD TO SIT .. SIT .. SIT!!! For YEARS I've had to OBSERVE others .. I've had to WATCH THEM live their dreams. No longer. NO .. DAMN .. LONGER!! Mrs. Foleys Baby Boy has GROWN UP! Her little, baby boy .. has EVOLVED! Evolved like a POKEMON!! Evolved .. like .. an animal. Standing back at the end of the lunch line - No more. Watching others live their dreams whilst I sit on mine - NO .. MORE! NO MORE, NO MORE!! IT IS MY DAMN TIME UNDER THE LIMELIGHT! MINE .. MINE .. MINE!!!

[[ A moment of silence. The only thing you can hear is the heavy breathing coming from under Mankind's mask. ]]

[ Mankind ] Miss Jones. She always said .. that I had TALENT! Miss Jones always told me that I was a clever designer. That I was special .. did you hear that? SPECIAL! Never once did she doubt my abilities .. NOT ONCE! But the rest of you, you SPAT in my FACE! You made FUN of my drawings .. of my CREATIONS! I DID THE BEST I COULD! I TRIED! I TRIED MY INNOCENT LITTLE HEART OUT! .. But it wasn't enough for you people, was it? You couldn't resist. YOU HAD TO TEAR THEM UP! YOU HAD TO HEAR AND SEE ME CRY! (Silence) But you know something? It's like that beautiful saying goes .. What Doesn't Kill You ONLY Makes You STRONGER! And for that .. for the daily heartaches .. I thank you. For now I AM LIVING MY LIFE! I AM KICKING ASS EVERY WEEK .. AND I AM LOVING EVERY .. SINGLE .. BIT OF IT!!

[[ Mankind's scream turns into a sadistic crackle but only a few seconds later he stops instantly. Mankind turns his 'creation' towards the camera; It's horrificly cut out and has the words "United States Titel" printed across the front of it in a style of writing that you could mistake for a three year olds. A laugh can be heard .. but it stops as Mankind's head tilts up, directed straight towards the camera. ]]

[ Mankind ] Do you find that FUNNY!? ARE YOU MAKING FUN OF MY TITLE!?

[ Cameraman ] No, not at all. It's a masterpiece - truly, it is.

[[ Heavy breathing can only be heard, once again. The cameraman gulps hard, hoping that Mankind brushes it off but unfortunately for him, The Deranged Soul persists. ]]

[ Mankind ] I .. HEARD .. A LAUGH! IRONIC - I THINK NOT! You .. were LAUGHING at MY Title! What's wrong with it? WHAT .. IS WRONG .. WITH MY BEAUTIFULLY MADE CHAMPIONSHIP!? I PUT TIME AND EFFORT INTO IT .. I PUT MY HEART AND SOUL INTO IT AND ALL YOU CAN DO, IS LAUGH? AAAAAAHHHHH!!!

[[ Holy shit! Mankind is going fucking CRAZY! He's ripping out his hair, PUNCHING himself and letting out strange noises like .. like a madman. The cameraman, by the tone of his voice, is definitely frightened by what he's witnessing. ]]

[ Cameraman ] I .. I .. I like it. Th - .. There's nothing wr-ong. But .. Umm .. Title is spelt wrong. Its .. Its spelt T-i-t-l-e .. not e-l.

[[ The Cameraman's input was the mirrior image to adding petrol to fire; the reaction? EXPLOSIVE! Mankind practically beats himself to a bloody pulp and in the procedure, tears up his 'United States' Title into a million pieces. Mankind crawls up to the nearest corner, staring down at the bits of cardboard scattered everywhere. The blood begins to slide down his face - however, Mankind doesn't wipe it away. He let's it trickle down onto his lips and adding to the numerous amount of blood stains already on his collared white shirt. ]]

[ Mankind ] Do you have ANY idea as to what I've been through? COULD YOU SURPASS WHAT I'VE DONE AND STILL .. BE STANDING!? I NEVER could get a date .. do you know how much that HURTS!? Theys aid .. THEY SAID I WAS A FREAK! Un-like your every USUAL boy .. I went through my teens WITHOUT ever having a girlfriend! I NEVER GOT A KISS! I NEVER GOT A HUG! NOTHING .. I GOT NOTHING!! I was left out all by myself to DIE for! Do you know how many times I thought of GIVING UP? DO YOU!? DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA OF HOW MANY TIMES I THOUGHT OF PULLING THE PLUG!?

[ Cameraman ] Please sir .. I don't want any trouble.

[[ A strange, yet SICKENING laugh echos as Mankind stares a hole right through the cameraman. ]]

[ Mankind ] I had my finger on the button .. THE SELF-DESTRUCT BUTTON .. WAS NEARLY PUSHED! But in the end, it wasn't. I KEPT GOING! I ABSORBED the pain and LEARNED to use it as an advantage! An advantage that NOBODY else has! I learned from pain, I learned to LOVE IT! I learned how to take it, love it, and DISH IT OUT TEN TIMES WORSE! I LEARNED HOW TO BECOME A MADMAN ON THE LOOSE! William Regal .. Lance Storm - VICTIMS.. to my MANDIBLE CLAW! My essence of victory; my final piece to the winning puzzle. William Regal, he thought he was perfect. HE THOUGHT HE WAS BETTER THEN ME! He thought that he could send my soul to the tip .. he thought .. thought .. THOUGHT! When it came to Conflict, I DECIMATED HIS BODY! I left him for the voltures .. I LEFT HIM HELPLESS, LAYING IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING .. UN-CONCIOUS! HA-HA! Pain? HE DIDN'T FEEL THE SLIGHTEST OF PAIN! I put his soul to rest; I WAS NICE ENOUGH .. DECENT ENOUGH .. AND INSANE ENOUGH, TO LEAVE HIM WITHOUT A STRUGGLE! Sadly .. being a nice guy .. is OVER WITH! NONE of you were EVER nice to Mrs. Foleys Baby Boy; NONE! It's time that you come face to face with your fears; your BLOOD! YOUR VERY OWN .. WONDERFUL .. RED .. BLOOD!

[[ For the moment at least, Mankind has forgotten about the cameraman. The blood continues to drip off his face as he begins to speak once again. ]]

[ Mankind ] Cruel. Why are people so .. cruel? Is it because they ENJOY the feeling of watching somebody cry themselves to death? Is it because they LOVE to feel superior? The reality is .. THEY .. THE BULLIES .. ARE COWARDS! They try to make themselves feel STRONG because deep down, just like Chris Jericho, Christian and Simon Dean .. they KNOW that they're the BIGGEST cowards on this PLANET! Take Chris Jericho; he thinks hes special. HE'S NOT! HE'S NOT SPECIAL .. HE'S A PRETTY BOY PUSHOVER! He THINKS like so many others that he's FELT pain - He hasn't FELT pain until he's FELT what I dish out! His pretty little blonde hair .. I'LL TURN IT TO RED! TO HIS OWN, RED, BLOOD! When he looks into the mirror, he won't see that pretty little face or that pretty hair. He will see a DERANGED FACE CAUSED BY A DERANGED SOUL!! Chris .. you will ROT like an apple in the blazing sun. You will MELT into the ground like an ice-block in severe HEAT! I WILL BREAK YOUR WALLS DOWN .. AND I WILL BREAK .. YOUR BODY .. YOUR SOUL .. AND EVERYTHING THAT GOES WITH IT! I am a MADMAN .. an INSANE, crazy, BASTARD! (Mankind Laughs) Seeing you cry and scream in pain or seeing you un-concious after I tinker your HEART while in the process of the Mandible Claw .. (Smiles Sadistcally) I live to love it. I live to see it. I LIVE TO DO IT EVERY WEEK! It's an addiction Chris; it's a DESIRE that MUST be fufilled every single week. If that still results me losing, so be it .. JUST as long as I know that what you've been through you've NEVER been through in your life. Just as long, Chris .. JUST AS LONG .. that you REALIZE that I am a SICK Individual .. and PAIN that is inflicted onto me is only used as an ADVANTAGE! The fact that the United States Championship is up for rgabs means NOTHING to me! I CARE ABOUT ONE THING .. HURTING YOU! CHANGING YOUR LIFE! MAKING IT MISERABLE! Being able to capture the United States Championship in the process of decimating you and two others, heh .. That's an ADDED BONUS!

[[ Mankind flicks his hair out of his eyes, giving the camera the clear opportunity to zoom right in - in which it does. ]]

[ Mankind ] Pain is a passion - it's a way of LIFE. My soul .. they say .. is deranged. My face, they also say, is deranged. Do I let that get me down? Do I LET the MAN bring me down? NO! NO! NO! DAMN THE MAN! DAMN THE MAN AND DAMN HIS FOLLOWERS! .. I went through HELL to be able to LOVE it - BUT - my duties are NOT to go back .. but to SEND people there. This week .. It's time that a pool of BLOOD surrounds us. FOUR OF US! FOUR SOULS! That means a combination of FOUR bloods which when mixed through together, brings out a PERFECT moment for a camera shot. Two weeks ago I sent The Undertaker a CLEAR message; you CANNOT erase me from the PICTURE FRAME! I AM HERE TO STAY! I'M A RASH ON YOUR SKIN THAT YOU CAN'T GET RID OF! On Wednesday Night, Simon Dean - you can do all the preperation you feel needed .. but mine .. will be solely on tearing your body apart. I may not be handsome .. I may be overweight, but I can STILL kick your ass and make you GIVE IN! I'm NOT an obstacle; I'm NOT a hurdle for you to jump over .. I'M THE DEAD-END! THE CRAZY .. DEAD-END! I don't WANT to be perfect! I WANT FOR YOU BE IN A WORLD OF AGONY! IN A WORLD .. WHERE YOU ONLY SEE RED! So Simon .. Mankind says .. GIVE UP! GIVE UP WHILE YOU STILL CAN! because on Conflict .. I WILL BREAK YOU INTO A MILLION PIECES AND SEND BITS OF YOU BACK TO EVERY FAMILY MEMBER! That way .. you can live on .. forever!

[[ Maniacally, Mankind cracks up laughing. ]]

[ Mankind ] HAVE A NICE DAY!!

[[ After screaming his lungs out, Mankind looks up and over to the cameraman. Mankind stands up and slowly makes his way over to the cameraman with blood still dripping from his forehead and other parts of his bloodied body. ]]

[ Cameraman ] Don't hurt me! PLEASE! I beg of you .. Please! Please Mankind! I liked your Title!

[[ The screen fades to black but we hear the cameraman screaming at the top of his voice for his dear life, but with nobody near to hear him. Suddenly, we can only hear the grunting from Mankind who we suspect, is repeatedly belting the living daylights out of the poor, defenceless man. ]]

[[ Fade out to black. ]]

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