" 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 all madmen, will have SOME intention into draping it over his shoulder .. surely! ]]

[[ The scene winds up in a cold, dark and lonely enviroment where only the slightest touch of human intelligence looms. Who that may be, you ask? The Deranged Soul, of course. He is rocking back and fourth on a rocking chair wearing his usual white collared shirt and the brown, tight, under-sized sweat pants. Surprised? Didn't think so. Mankind has his head tilted down so that the camera can barely capture even the mask. Laying on his lap are three or four photo's - the camera can't quite pick up enough to pin point the people as Mankind is guarding them with his scratched, bruised and dry hands. ]]

[ Mankind ] Battered .. bruised .. tormented .. but I'M STILL WANTING MORE!! Time and time again, you tell me i'm SICK! That I'm NOT like ANY of you - you're RIGHT! I AM NOTHING LIKE YOU! I am all but a species on my own .. trying .. searching .. for the path .. to see you bleed. Winning Championships is a BONUS! Seeing YOUR blood on MY skin .. It's a touching moment. I MIGHT BE SICK .. I MIGHT BE STUPID .. But you can't make me SUFFER! YOUR SUFFERING IS MY ENJOYMENT!

[[ As we've come to expect, Mankind has a sudden pause. A brief look up at the camera, then back down again - He continues. ]]

[ Mankind ] I see no reason for you to be frightened .. of my face. THERE IS NO REASON AT ALL!! .. You do it for one reason and one reason only. To belittle me. TO PUT ME DOWN! TO MAKE ME FEEL .. LIKE .. LIKE CRAP! BUT YOU FAIL EVERY TIME - YOU FAIL TO REALIZE, I HAVE BECOME BULLET-PROOF! Words .. THEY DON'T DISTURB ME! They don't threaten me .. they are simply words. That United States Championship means very little - BUT I'LL TAKE IT! I'll take it and I'll hold tightly onto it .. for it shall be an award .. an award for exposing the world to the brutality and excitment of witnessing .. BLOOD! To bleed is a beautiful thing; why must one freak out? WHY!? Does it make your stomach turn? DOES IT SCARE THE LIVING LIFE OUT OF YOU!? Or maybe .. MAYBE YOU'RE ALL COWARDS! If ANY of you had to go through what I did during my early years - YOU WOULDN'T BE SANDING HERE! You would be in some HOLE with a peice of STONE for others to remember you by. But no .. no, you didn't have to suffer. YOU HAD THE PERFECT LIVES! Your bed was made you .. Dinner was put on your plate .. YOU HAD EVERYTHING! YOU HAD THE LUXURY - I HAD NOTHING! NOTHING AT ALL! (Pause) I was elft to die for .. I HAD NO ONE TO LEAN ON! NOBODY TO CRY TO! NOBODY TO SHARE MY FEARS WITH!! Now .. the tables have turned .. I AM NO LONGER WEAK AT HEART! I'M AS STRONG AS A BULL! On Wednesday Night - Gold will belong to me .. Unoited, States, GOLD!! For three men, three victims .. they won't have the glory. They won't have the fame. THEY WILL HEAD ON HOME WITH THE PUNISHMENT SHOWING ON THERE BEATEN DOWN, LIFELESS, BODIES! Whilst I .. am left to laugh .. with MY .. championship - I may not care a great deal about it .. but it IS recognition! Something that NONE of you could ever give me - Now? I'M TAKING IT! I'M MAKING YOU RECOGNIZE ME! .. Forgetting about Mrs. Foleys Baby Boy is a SIN .. and a MISTAKE that will come back to forever haunt you!

[[ The camera stays focused as Mankind proceeds with rocking back and fourth. He slowly lifts up one of the photos, taking a very cautious approach. ]]

[ Mankind ] Christian - yet another pretty blonde. Yet another gifted with .. style .. with looks .. with soft, pretty little hair. Do you see my hair, Christian? MY HAIR .. IS NOT .. BEAUTIFUL! God didn't gift me with looks nor did he gift me with the ability to dress myself; instead, God created Mankind on the eighth day for the sole purpose of TAKING OUT THE TRASH! Because to me, CHRISTIAN .. YOU ARE TRASH! TRASH, TRASH, TRASH! For YEEEARS .. YEARS, Christian, I have seen DOZENS and DOZENS of your kind. I'VE SEEN YOUR KIND TOO MANY TIMES BEFORE! Your kind .. is not WELCOMED! I HATE YOUR KIND! It was people like YOU, the pretty, little POPULAR kids .. that put ME down! PEOPLE LIKE YOU MADE ME CRY MYSELF TO SLEEP AT NIGHT AS I SNUGGLED UP TO MY TEDDY BEAR! Do you know what thats like, Christian? HAVE YOU EXPERIENCED SUCH A FRIGHT? SUCH A TRAVESTY? HAVE YOU!? (Silence) Of course you haven't. You've been in a perfect world - my world .. is NOT perfect. I didnt wake up and SMELL the roses - I WOKE UP AND SMELT THE BEER ON MY FATHER! EVERY SINGLE DAY OF MY LIFE .. WAS HELL .. HELL .. HELL .. HELLLL!! (Mankind Breathes Heavily After Screaming) Not anymore .. NOT .. ANYMORE! IT'S YOUR TIME to take a trip down a firey lane. IT'S YOUR TIME TO GO PLACES YOU WISH YOU NEVER HAD BEEN TO; IT'S TIME THAT YOU REALIZE .. PEOPLE LIKE YOU MADE ME LIKE THIS! I was a good kissser .. BUT I NEVER GOT THE CHANCE IN SCHOOL .. and why? Because of people .. like .. YOU! On Conflict I wilL RIP your heart out and I will personally LOVE watching it BEAT it's last BEAT! I WILL WATCH YOUR HEART SLOWLY BEGIN TO FADE UNTIL FINALLY .. IT STOPS!

[[ A fit of rage, as we call it. Mankind fiercly rips up the photo of Christian into several pieces before turning his attention to the next photo; Chris Jericho. ]]

[ Mankind ] Chris Jericho .. I am SURE you would LOVE to humiliate Mankind but to be honest with you; I'VE BEEN HUMILIATED ALL MY LIFE! DO YOU THINK THAT IF YOU TRY TO HUMILIATE ME, IT'LL SEND ME DOWN THE HILL LIKE A ROLLING BASKETBALL!? THINK AGAIN, CHRIS! I've been made look like the fool .. Like an un-wanted, ugly, DERANGED piece of living evidence that humans can sometimes be .. dangerously .. ugly. I may not have the looks - BUT I WAS GIFTED WITH PAIN .. Gifted .. with the ABILITY to absorb the pain, to take it in.. and STILL dish it out, TWICE as much. Sometimes Chris, sometimes .. I EVEN SCARE MYSELF! Sometimes I shiver to myself; I crawl up into a little ball .. and I wonder .. WHY .. HOW can people be so SELFISH? So GREEDY!? It's people like you Chris JERICHO, that fuel me to take on the WORLD! I DON'T CARE IF YOU'VE GOT MORE NICKNAMES THAN TITS ON A FROG .. I AM INSANE .. I AM A MADMAN .. AND I WILL DO ALL THAT IS POSSIBLE TO SEE YOU BALL YOUR LITTLE EYES OUT! I will do anything .. absolutely anything .. to hear you BEG for mercy. To hear you BEG for your life back; TO HEAR YOU CRY LIKE A SIX MONTH YEAR OLD BABY! .. Anything, Chris .. to hear, feel, see or TASTE your suffering. You're NO Living Legend Chris; you're a DIEING waste of space and when I reach down into your throat I will SUFFOCATE you to your DEATH! When your family gathers around for your little funeral .. I'll be ROCKING BACK AND FOURTH .. BACK .. AND FOURTH .. ON THIS VERY CHAIR; thinking .. LAUGHING .. about what it'll read on your DEATH certificate. Cause of Death? MANDIBLE CLAW!

[[ Mankind doesn't laugh, instead, the man SQUEELS like a god damn pig. He pulls his hair hard, like always, ripping out chunks of his own hair as the photo of Chris Jericho is dropped onto the ground beneath him. ]]

[ Mankind ] THE UNITED STATES CHAMPIONSHIP WILL BE GIVEN TO ME AS A REWARD FOR MY EFFORTS! I COULD of given up .. I COULD OF PRESSED THE SELF DESTRUCT BUTTON AND LET YOU ALL WIN - but NO! I HELD on .. I HELD, HELD, HELD! On Wednesday NIGHT .. Mrs. Foleys Baby Boy will be RELEASED from his cage! MY TALENTS WILL BE ON DISPLAY FOR ALL TO SEE!! HAHA! HAVE A NICE DAY!

[[ The Deranged Soul returns to his strange ways, continuing with extrodinary WEIRD noises. ]]

[ Mankind ] MRS. FOLEYS BABY BOY WILL DO HER PROUD! I AM SADISTIC .. I AM STRANGE .. BUT THATS WHAT I LOVE ABOUT BEING ME! I .. AM DIFFERENT! I AM A LOVEABLE, CUDDLY CREATURE! .. I am warm .. warm like a wonderful, soft teddy bear.

[[ A stare into space see's Mankind in a phase of silence, as the scene draws to a close. ]]

[[ Fade out to black. ]]

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