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Date Posted: 19:05:31 11/18/02 Mon
Author: The Unknown
Subject: My Rebirth

It's a dark, windy night. The wind whistles through the air, breaking the night's silence. The tall grass sways from side to side as the trees wave, bending at their trunks. A dark figure can be seen off in the distance. The small framed person moves closer and closer. He finally stops a couple of feet in front of the camera. The moon shines down on the earth, revealing the little man's black trench coat, and the mask that covered his face. He begins to pace back and forth with his hands in his pockets, looking down at the ground. He stops, looking off in the vast plains behind the camera as he begins to speak.

Unknown: I've been gone for a while, but I have finally been reborn. I've been sheltered for years, suffering from pain and misery. Old Lady misery is nothing to play with. Once she hits, your life will fall, hitting the ground hard. I've been depressed during these last few years. There is no reason why. Things just happen. God works in mysterious ways. One day you could be perfectly normal, and the next be completely out of it.

(He begins to pace back and forth again.)

Unknown: Just two weeks ago something hit me. I don't know what and I don't know how, but something hit me. Before I knew it, it was as if my sorrow had been magically uplifted off my back. Like I said before, God works in mysterious ways. Being able to get back on track with life, I began to start training again. I worked on my endurance and fighting skills day in and day out. I basically began to live for my training. Though two weeks may seem short, it sure was a hell of a tough workout. After those two weeks, I went to Mike and rejoined MCW. I was born to wrestle. I was born to bring hardcore entertainment to America. The ideal America would be one ran by hardcore wrestling. People would wake up in the morning watching wrestling. During lunch break, employees would have the television turned on to a wrestling match. While a man was in bed with his wife at home, he would be watching wrestling. Professional Wrestling should be America's favorite past time, not baseball. That's why I decided to come back. Not just because I wanted to, but because I wanted to bring the fans of MCW the hardcore entertainment I brought them two years ago.

(He stops looking off in the vast plains again.)

Thurman and C4. This is my first time hearing of C4, but I certainly am familiar with Thurman Skydiver. We go why back son. You and I used to be at each other's throats. You interfered with my matches, and I interfered with yours. That's the way it went. It became a mundane routine. We were two hardcore fellas. Giving it our all just to prove to the other who was better. We spent weeks and weeks of shows fighting each other till we could no longer fight. Those were the days. During my time of depression I longed for those days to come again. Though I was bleeding from the several beatings I received, I liked it. For some reason I love pain. I can't explain it, but I just do. I'd look forward to jumping off ladders and clashing through tables. The feel of thumbtacks just brought me joy. Seeing my own blood paint the ring gave me a sense of excitement. I live for pain. With out pain a true hardcore match would not be hardcore. That is why I Love feuding with you Thurman. It gives me a great feeling when I'm smashing your brains and you're smashing mine's. That's the way wrestling goes. This time there is just another man put into our hardcore dance. Which means it is guaranteed that the fans will get their money's worth. C4, I don't know a lot about you, but you don't know what the hell you just got yourself into. I sure hope you know the meaning of hardcore, because if you don't you'll find out at the Pay-Per- View. Until then I suggest you two get use to seeing your own blood, because come time for our match, that's all you guys are going to see.

(The small man then turns his back to the camera and walks off in the distance. He keeps on walking and walking until his body disappears into the night.

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