Man: I’m guessing right about now, you all are wondering just who the hell I am. Well let me answer that question, I am the one who wrecked havoc in the GWL. I am the one who with another wrestler destroyed numerous competitors in the legendary federaation known as the OCW. I am the one who became a legend over night. Ladies and gentlemen, I am the one known to the world as Da Link and I have just signed with Insane Championship Wrestling Federation.

:`: Da Link pauses for a moment and then continues to talk :`:

Da Link: Why did I decide to come out of retirement after a couple of months and sign on the dotted line here? It is simple actually... I felt there was something missing in my life. My days just were not the same the last couple of months, and I wondered was it the fame I missed? But then I shook my head and thought I was never well liked, which is understandable, no it was not the fame. Then I thought... How about the money? But I shook my head again for I did make more than enough money so that was not it either. Was it possibly the respect that comes along with being a professional wrestler? Nope… I never cared if people respected me or not. So what was it that I missed… the business itself? It was not really the business, but what I did in the business that I missed so much.

I would ramble about my title shots and how I was multiple-time TMW WORLD Champion, and how every match I had… my opponent was sent to the hospital afterwards, but I have to prove my point here in the ICWF. SO I come here not to start lots of comotion, nor to cause any havoc... yet. I am going to make it easily as beating Panthom Tuesday night. Tuesday night you people will find out why I was known as one of the most destructive forces that the world of professional wrestling had ever seen. I even ended a few careers during my term with the GWL and other feds. So the answer to what I missed about the sport is that is what I missed, the violence, the carnage, and the fear that I brought each and every night.

:`: Da Link pauses for a moment and reaches over on a table nearby and reaches for a glass. The glass looks to be filled with a liquid which does not look like your typical beverage. Da Link takes a sip and then lays it back down on a coster of course, and then he continues to talk to the camera. :`:

Da Link: So many people in this business claim to have had a horrible childhood… but yet some of those stories are just stories. There are no facts behind them, just lies told to get attention and sympathy. I have never looked for any forms of sympathy, or caring from others… for I do not deserve it. A man like me is not liked, he is feared and hated.

:`: Da Link sits back in the chair and rubs his hand through his hair. He looks back at the camera as he continues to speak :`:

Da Link: Now my childhood was one of disappointment, and full of violence. My parents always fought, due to my father almost always being drunk and accusing my mother of sleeping around. He would beat her, and abuse her in front of me, and my younger brother. Finally after one night, my mother could not take it anymore and left... have not heard from her since. My brother fell into a life of drugs and crime, so he is now spending the rest of his life behind bars. As for my father, I have not seen him since I was seventeen.

[Pauses, remembering the past]

One night I had a girl over, which was very rare due to most of the kids at school fearing me. We were watching a movie, and I left the room to go order a pizza. As I was doing this, I heard a scream from the family room. I rushed back into the room, where I saw my father on top of her. He was trying to rape her right there on our couch… that did it for me. I snapped and beat him within an inch of his life. The girl was mentally scarred not only from almost being raped by my father, but from witnessing the horror of what I did to him for attempting that. My father came home from the hospital two weeks later and with the help of a bat, he paid me back. He left me for dead and he laughed about it. He left me there to die, that is when I was forced to be on my own.

I lived alone for years, just basically focusing on surviving. I got into so many fights… which lead me to my desire for violence. I enjoyed it… I loved it, possibly the only thing I ever loved my entire life. Seeing the look of utter fear in people’s eyes gave me a feeling like I never had before… and I started craving it more and more. That is when a guy got me into an underground wrestling promotion. It was all hardcore, violence, blood, and even life threatening injuries… I felt at home there. I learned about this sport we call professional wrestling and after getting fired from that place, I went on to bigger and better things. That is how I got involved… and that is why I am back.

:`: Da Link gets up out of the seat and he walks over towards a window. He spreads out the curtains and lifts up the blinds and he looks outside the window to little small children outside the building throwing rocks at passing cars on the main street. Da Link then drops the blinds and looks at the blinds and continues to talk. :`:

Da Link : I will be in Chattanooga on Tuesday. I will be at the UTC Arena, and I am sure I will make my presence felt one way or another. I am actually excited to be so close to home. I did not come to the ICWF to play, I came here to make this place into something it has never been. Once I begin… the ICWF will change, and will never be the same again. Everyone in the back is on warning right now, I am here and I am going to get down to business real quick. Most of you probably won’t see it coming, but you will feel it once it hits. Things could happen this Tuesday, Friday, and longer that will be engraved in your memories… and you will have me to thank for it. My plans right now are simple, do whatever I damn well please. I am going to make the so called “stars” of the ICWF feel pain… real pain… MY PAIN!

You can believe this will be a one sided match, and it might very well be… but it will favor me. I will be the one in control, I will be the one calling the shots, and I will be the one who decides how it will end. You have to think and wonder, will I make you suffer? Or will I make it quick and as painless as possible? How about quick and very painful? [Laughs to himself] This is going to be fun Tuesday night, Panthom, well at least it will be for me.

Now I know this is a debut match for the both of us but Panthom is going to learn the hard way this Tuesday, and the lesson I will teach will be one of knowledge and acceptance. For right now Panthom believes he holds the power and he is in control of what is going to happen Tuesday night. He is blind to the truth that he has no idea what is waiting for him, the violence that is going to consume him. He is ignorant to the fact that I am not just another guy who will put up a small amount of difficulty. After Tuesday Night he will be aware of the truth, that I am going to test him, and see just how well he is going to be able to survive. He will learn that it’s all about Da MAn, Da Myth, Da Legend!

:`: Da Link leaves the windowsile and walks into out of the living room and walks into the back of the apartment. The cameraman follows suit behind Da Link. Da Link then walks into a dark room and turns on a light. The light flickers up to show an old punching bag which looked to be stolen from a boxing event years back. Da Link cracks his knuckles and he then walks over towards a punching bag and he starts to punch on at the bag. While he is punching he continues to speak about his opponent.

Da Link: Panthom, I await your words of wisdom. You probably talk like you are some tough son of a bitch, yet your words are meaningless. You talk a lot of shit, which very rarely makes sense, and when it does, it is just bullshit you believe inside your own mind. You have created this fantasy that you are on this whole other level, that you are some superstar that no one has a chance against. Well Pant, I am going to bring that world of yours crashing down in just a few days. You say you are not looking past me, yet it seemed like you were more concerned with what color of underwear to where to school tomorrow. Realize this Pant, Da Link will be the man staring at you inside that ring on Tuesday. He will be the man who will look you in the eyes and laugh as you are broken down, and the world sees just how fake you really are. Why worry about anything when it is time to worry, right now you need to worry about ME! If you continue to focus on other onjects, I will make quick work of you and you might not make it to the pay-per-view to face whoever. You make me sick Panthom, the way you talk, the way you look, and your attitude. You act more like you're singing in an Opera rather than thinking oh our match. I am going to really enjoy this Tuesday Night. I have basically nothing more to say to you right now, so get the hell away from me before I give you a preview of what will happen on Tuesday!