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Date Posted: 19:25:22 11/20/02 Wed
Author: The Unknown
Subject: Blood, Flesh, and Sweat

(The scene opens up with The Unknown walking down a busy street early in the dark morning. Cars zoom by, sending a wave of sound through the air. He walks at a fast pace as if he were in a rush to get somewhere. His trench coat drags on the ground, picking up dust from the filthy sidewalk. The Unknown walks into the parking lot of a convenience store, and enters the store through the side door. The cameraman continues to follow him, but the Unknown acts as if he doesn't even know of the cameraman's existence. He walks to the back of the store browsing up and down the rows of shelves. After a while of searching he finally grabs hold of a can of beer. The Unknown then walks out the store with the can of beer, ignoring the screaming store clerk. The rather old Asian looking man runs toward the Unknown in rage. He attempts to retrieve the alcoholic beverage, but is pushed to the ground hard. The Unknown continues walking and disappears from the store clerk's sight. He makes his way into a rather clean, peaceful looking park. He pops the can open and gulps down the drink in a matter of seconds. He throws the can on the ground and walks toward the baseball field. The small bodied man enters the dugout and takes a seat. He looks off into centerfield, then slowly looks across the entire field. His eyes make their way to the tall backstop and stay fixed on it. The Unknown studies the fence's structure and height.)

Unknown: You know, I wonder how it would feel to jump off something that high? I bet it would be one hell of a ride. Just the feeling of falling makes the idea seem so interesting. I wonder how long it would take me to get up if I jumped off that backstop and landed on the hard clay below? I wonder how many teeth I would lose if I dove off headfirst?

(He stretches out on the bench, propped up in a way so that the backstop was still in view.)

Unknown: I think about things like this everyday. It's just the way I think. I relate every aspect of life to something that is painful. I wonder how many licks does it take until a lollipop is gone? I wonder how many hits Thurman Skydiver can receive before he sheds blood? I wonder how many gum balls are in a bubble gum machine? I wonder how many stitches will be in C4's body when I'm through with him? I wonder how long it takes a feather thrown out of a plane flying at 20,000 feet to hit the ground? I wonder how long it would take Thurman to crash through a table after being thrown off a twenty foot platform? I wonder how long it takes for an animal to become fossilized? I wonder how long C4's crippled body will be frozen in that position after he is completly destroyed during the match? Too bad I have to wait until the Pay-Per-View to find out the answers. C4, your losing weight. I'll give that to you. It's a good thing for your health and everything. Plus you needed to get rid of all that extra fat that was hanging off your belly. Now your suppose to be "all muscle". Well son, being "all muscle" does not necesarily give you an advantage while in the ring with me. I've been in MCW in the past, and I have never let anyone get the best of my small size. Though I may not have the strength, I make up in my skills as a true hardcore wrestler, using every possible weapon from chairs to thumbtacks to my advantage. For some reason you seem not to understand. This is MCW, the mot hardcore fed ever to walk upon the world of wrestling. If you aren't hardcore enough, you will not survive. Living hardcore is a way of life. Obviously you'll just have to learn the hard way during our match as you shed blood from my beating. I don't have to remind Thurman about being hardcore. He has plenty of experience in that type of wrestling. He's used to receiving beatings by the hands of me. He's used to crying blood from my beatings. He already knows how it feels to get slammed onto a roll of barbed wire by me. See C4, Thurman already knows. Now all I have to do is teach you. At the Pay-Per-View you'll have first hand experience of getting a true hardcore beat down. At that point you will know the true definition of hardcore. So C4, don't waste your time. All of those long hours bouncing your fat gut up and down on the treadmill just is not worth it. Their's no point of sweating from exercise when you'll be sweating blood in our match. Don't worry about losing weight. I my self will rip so much flesh from you during the match that you will be qualified as cruiserweight; at least after you lose weight from your blood trailing around the entire ring. Don't worry about a thing C4 and Thurman Skydiver, because at the Pay-Per-View, your blood, sweat, and flesh will be left in the ring as an example to all of those who try to challenge me in the near future.

(The scene fades to black.)

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