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JACK · **04-09-2015, 06:27 PM**

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Jack is seen sitting on a stool looking through old family photos from his former life. Many of the photos showcase his two children, his son that only starred in one play, the one he showed at his return, and his four year old daughter, who we have yet to see on film. His former wife can be seen resting her arms on the shoulders of her children, posing for the camera with a wide smile. The mummy's previous appearance cannot be seen anywhere in any of the photos in the pile. It's mostly just his wife and children, his wife and a child, both of the children and no wife, or just one child by his/herself. Either he wasn't around when the photos were taken, or he just really hates being photographed. He continues to stare at these photos longingly before dropping them on the wooden floor below.

Jack is seen in a shed where various gardening equipment can be seen hanging on the wall. Grass can be seen littered about the floor along with the photos, along with green footprints strewn all about the place, as if someone was frantically looking for a rake or something. The mummy sighs and looks over at the camcorder, eye currently expressionless while he stares into the lens. He says nothing for the longest time before standing up and breaking the silence with the sounds of a creaking floorboard.

"Cain tried to get his father to tell me my career would end once I stepped into the ring with a beast like him, yet here I am, standing in my old garden shed looking at the past. If he really wanted to end my career, I should be on my death bed waiting for my heart to stop. He tried, but he didn't try hard enough. now I'm in a triple threat with a 16 bit boy and one half of the tag champs. What are the odds?"

A millisecond passes before continuing.

"Of course, before I get started with those two, I might as well tell everyone, including my two opponents, about the family I used to have. Before he decided to take them away from me."

The mummy kneels down out of the camera's sight and pops back up with a photograph that was laid out on the floor. Their faces are blurred out, but it can be assumed that Jack did such a thing so no one will mock their appearances.

"I've had all I could have asked for with a family like this. Jessica was my loving wife and my two children, Zachary and Lucy, were always impressing me each and everyday as they grew and matured. I was just about living the American dream thanks to their very presence in my life."

He blinks.

"I remember a lot about my family, too. Me and Jessica met at the post office where we worked for eight hours while her oldest son attended school. He wasn't that old at the time, so we can pick him up after our shift was done. We married once he graduated from middle school. Mostly due to mutual feelings, her son insisting that we be wed, and her making a surprise proposal on the stage once every student walked up, grabbed their diploma, shook the official's hands, and sat down. She wanted to make sure I'd remember it, and she succeeded."

A lighthearted chuckle escapes his mouth.

"When freshman year was drawing to a close for my son in law, we had our first (technically her second) child. Lucy was a bundle, and our paychecks and budget didn't really support two children. In order to support this bundle of joy, we had to take second jobs, alternating between each of the days of the week, save for Sunday. She took a job as a waitress while I managed to find a job as a surveyor. What happened at our jobs isn't important, just know that we managed to make enough to buy diapers along with whatever food we can find at the store."

There is a few second pause before he continues. During this pause, he kneels down to pick up more photos that fell to the ground.

"Zachary was a junior during that play I showcased to you. It was also the period when he had his sights set on becoming a politician. I know that most of them were corrupted pieces of shit that go back on their word just to earn a rack of cash, but that wasn't our boy. He wanted to focus on getting everyone into college and help them pay off their loans. We supported him as he started working at a nearby restaurant as a busboy to save up for his tests and books. His little sister looked up to him at that point. She depended on him to defend her from the outside world and whatever else might ever try to harm her. She wouldn't go anywhere else without her big brother by her side, not even if we assured her she had nothing to fear."

He exhales slowly as he closes his eye and sits back down on the stool, dropping the photos in the process.

"Around senior year for my son in law, we got him out of school to celebrate Lucy's third birthday. We had everything prepared for what was supposed to be the perfect day. Decorations were set up, presents was wrapped, and the best looking single layered vanilla cake was coated in white frosting and topped with Disney themed candles. All that was left was to sing 'Happy Birthday' to our little bundle of joy and let the circumstances do the rest. We only managed to sing a couple of verses before two men posing as cops busted down our door and told us to get down on the ground."

The mummy appears to be shaking out of anger as he continues with his story.

"They said they were raiding our house because someone called about seeing gas canisters through one of our windows. We told them-no-we implored them that the person who called them was lying, but they wouldn't listen. So they went into our garage and pulled out canister after canister, none of which we stored in our house. After they pulled out twenty of those damned things, they tied us down and left the lot without uttering as much as a single word. We all assumed that they were going to get men in hazmat suits to remove all the gas from our house.

"And then they fired bullets at the canister, the heat from the bullet and the methane gas cause an explosion that set our house on fire..."

He pulls out his knives and holds them with shaky hands. He almost looks unable to continue the story, but that's not the case here.

"The shrapnel impaled everyone in that room except me. For some reason, I was the only one spared of death. What a stupid fucking mistake that was. Fire spread quickly through my home, and I was still tied to the wall. If the explosion didn't kill me, I was sure that the fire would've. I was on one knee and looking up to what I hoped would be my last moments on this hellhole. The fire was spreading fast, and I was just about engulfed in flames at that point. Death, however, wanted to toy with me, denying me any sort of freedom from this fire. The rope was burned off and the door was left open a crack. Someone smelled the smoke and ran into my house..."

The mummy spends the next few words with gritted teeth.

"He saved me..."

He yells gibberish and impales the wall with both of the knives. As he speaks, he stabs the wall every now and again in different spots.

"I promised my entire family that I would die for them to save their very lives and I fucking didn't! I'm a fucking failure of a father that should have been dead long ago! I should have died happy at least!"

He stops taking his aggression out on the wall and looks down at the floor. He can be heard sobbing at the loss of his family. This awkward moment caught on camera continues for a little while before he turns back to the camera, eye pink and veins nearing the iris. He inhales sharply before speaking up once more.

"No matter...if I can't have vengeance against those two men, I'll just go after Mr.

. However, in order to get through him, I have to plow through two more of his puppets to finally have what I want. I don't care if the man is immortal or not, I want his blood on my knives. I'd be more than willing to give these two a taste of my opponents' to satisfy them for a moment."

Beat.

"And since they're praising creativity for our finishing moves in this match, I'm going to do what I should have done to those frauds not too long ago. I'm going to tackle you down to the floor, stab you as fast as I possibly can, and then I'll let you get up, only to suffer my leather shoe kicked into your face."

He takes a couple of moments to calm himself down before finishing off his recording.

"So please, do yourself a favor and don't try to fight back. I am doing this for my deceased loved ones, after all."

Jack then reaches for the camera as the scene fades to white.

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