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The scene opens to a shot of Brian standing at a dining room table with his back to the camera. The remains of four chairs lay shattered and scatter about the hardwood floor. His head is bowed slightly as soft sizzling noises are heard and tiny puffs of grey smoke floats up from in front of him.

Brian: There you go almost done.

Brian says in a deep but soothing tone.

D: Soon you will be ready. Soon our reign of terror can be unleashed but until then you rest.

Brian turns towards the camera emotionless and eyes glossed over. A grin crosses his face as he begins to speak...

D: Well here I am again. Standing in front of my camera. Yes it's old. See my camera is a lot like Pest in a way. It's old as fuck but still works so you keep using it. Look after some reflections and listening to some of the bullshit coming out from everyone. I think I need to respond.

Normally I would respect a character like Pest. I would look at it as that everyone has their own vices and too each their own. I've spent most my life in the depths society and that's the way I preferred it. Honestly I don't give a shit what you do outside the ring. All that matters is what goin to happen when you find yourself standing in that ring across from a person that is not driven by winning. I have goals here that reach far beyond this one match. My goals are not affected by my win-lose record. My goals will not be affected by championships won or lost.

I have one propose for coming back and unfortunately Pest and Robbie fuckin Bobbins get to be the first true victims. I'm here with the sole purpose of hurting people. See just like you Pest I have a vice. However mine doesn't involve children. I thrive on Pain! I enjoy it! I crave it! I can't wait to feel it again. Tell me have you honestly faced anyone who enjoys to be in pain? The pain I feel only feeds my internal flame and the strong it burns the stronger I get. I want you to try your hardest to break me. Hell even try to cripple me but I'll tell you this no matter what you do in the end I will pop right back like a rubber maid trashcan. I've made a living in this company long before you slinked in here. I have survived far worst then you Pest. As far as your partner goes he seems more like stray pet. You know if you feed them once and they don't ever leave.

Come on man, This man abducts and beats you and you don't break but the fool offers you food and all of a sudden you're his fuck buddy? Some friggen hero you are. Honestly kid you're friggen bullet-proof and supposedly have super fuckin human strength but heaven forbid you get a little hungry. I know every superhero has to have their weaknesses but shit man. Homie gets hungry and it's instant fuckin villain. Ask me that's a bit lame. Pest Honestly you could do a hell a lot better.

OK, Let me now address Two. Look Two, We are partners not by choice and the thought of this match angers me. However everything angers me. I'm just an angry person. Life's more fun this way for me. Look pal you ask if you can trust me and to be honest I don't trust me and neither should you. This doesn't mean I will throw the match on purpose or anything like that, However if the situation ever rises i will crush you to get to my goals. If we so happen to win I'll have no problems continuing in the tournament. I'm here for the body count. Again, My Goals are larger then gold and wins. For now Two we are partners in this match and that's it. Now ladies you're going to have to forgive me I have to finish getting Taco ready for our match.

Brian snickers then turns around and goes back to tinkering with something on the table. The camera rotates around to show the table and on it lays a kendo stick with TAC burnt onto it.

D: Time to start again Taco...

Brian says as he picks up what looks like a soldering iron and begins burning something into the exposed bamboo. The scene fades to the flashing words.....

My Pain Will Be Yours!

then cuts to black