:`: Our story starts in the middle of nowhere. 20 miles from outside the city of Nothingsville. The reason why it's called Nothingsville is simple. Because no one lives here and no one has been here. This is where we enter into the scene today. But before I get to that point, let me first ask you vistors at home some questions. 1... Have you ever wondered how it feels to have ayour life taken away from you? 2.. Have you ever wondered what it is like inside of a serial killers mind? 3... How about, have you wondered what it is like to be staring evil eye to eye? Well these are some of the questions that will be revealed tonight.
Our cameras fade in and we see skulls and other types of bones. These are bones of old warriors from the past that fought and died in the heat of the battle for all mankind. We are not talking about the United States Soldiers, we are talking about the evil itself. The cameraman walks around the suspicious ground and the camera hears some rocking noices.. The rocking noices created a mysterious creak that annoyed the cameraman. The cameraman then quickly gasp and start searching for that sound. As the cameraman backs up, he nearly trips over a skull laying and he spots the chair and the chair is indeed rocking, but their's no one in it. You could then feel the shaking in the knees of our cameraman. He then continues to walk around as he now has a flashlight in his left hand. As he moves, circulating the flashlight he passes a box. The cameraman gets down on one knee and attemps to open it. It's hard at first. He then rising on the box. The box still wouldn't open. So our cameraman laid his head on the box and listened in to the certain siss the box made. He then grabs a torch and starts to burn at the lock. The padlock suddenly falls off and the cameraman sits the camera down to his side. He opens up the box and inside the box is a giant wall mirror. He looks inside and sees a image of himself. Suddenly the clear window is stained by the druins of blood as the cameraman looks down and sees that he has just been stabbed through the chest with a blade.
Suddenly, the camera and our scene goes blank... We hear a loud scream.. And it appears to be coming from inside an apartment complex. Our scene moves up and it shows Da Link sitting up in the bed and he is seen screaming. His date, the woman in his life, the Marvelous Alize, is up also and looks to the confort of her honey. After seeing sweat off of Da Link face, Alize talks to Da Link.
Ms.Alize: Are you alright honey? You gave me quite a shock there. You need some water baby? Don't worry, I'll get you some.
:`: Da Link, looks at Alize and is speechless. As Alize struts out of the room and into the cabinet to grab a glass, she puts her hand on a faucet and suddenly the shower of water is heard hitting the face bowl. Da Link though is still in the bed and now leans over to the side of the bed. Da Link reaches for the lamp but the tireness and the fear of the nightmare dejects Link demand. Suddenly as Alize walks back in with a tinkle of ice in the glass, she sits the glass on the nightstand and climb back into the bed and crawls over to the back of Da Link. Da Link then looks at her and then speaks.
Da Link:I still feel it Alize. I still feel the pain. I feel the torture. I feel the abuse. Night after night I continue to have these nightmares where I am alone and I am looking for something or someone. Everydream I exprience this. Yet Alize, I have yet to find an reasonable answer as to why I am having these problems. I seek the right help but I find it to be more of a trouble than of a help. As I seek the therapy, no one knows the right rehibitation to my mind. Hell sometimes neither do I Alize. I wonder that if I continue to have these dreams, these backstabbing dreams, will I have no sympathy for anyone? Or will it be the fact that I am just too fucking low down to care what happens? I will never know.
Ms. Alize: Here goes your pills darling..
:`: She hands Da Link the pills and he sees the glass of ice-cold water sitting on the nightstand. Da Link takes the pills and toss each of them in his mouth and then takes the water and gulps it down. After doing so, he starts to lay down. As he lays down, Alize starts to snuggle up to him. Da Link then lays his head in his hands as he lays and looks at the ceiling as Alize takes off her silk garment. Da Link smiles and he goes to kiss her. Suddenly, he fills a sharp sting in his head as Da Link then screams a violently "NO!!" Alize gets off of Link and then gets under the covers.
Ms. Alize: What the hell is wrong with you!! Does this have to do with you losing at Ultimate Survivor 3?
Da Link: Well, Alize, Alize, I do not know baby. Since losing at Ultimate Survivor 3, my dreams have been harsher and harsher. I keep having dreams of my father beating on my mother. Being a victim to gang violence at the age of 13. My tender eyes were poisoned when Funkadelic, the man I thought was my hero killed a man in front of me. At Ultimate Survivor 3, I walked in and I promised that I was going to be the winner. I was going to carry our team into victory. So far only one of my dreams were answered. The dreams that were answered was the one where I walked into the halls of Kronic. I was unsuccessful and I will get my revenge. Even if it means killing the ones I called my FRIENDS
Which means starting this Tuesday night, I will meet up another rookie wrestler by the name of Justin Taylor. On the roster, Justin has a record which is not very bad nor is it good. Justin record is average. Well Da Link is far from average. It will take a while for the message to get through but it will get there. Taylor, I want you to know that it is said that a scared man is harder to beat than a man who talks about how he is the shit and how no one can beat him. Well Taylor, I might not be on my best accord due to my physical mentality, but I will know how to beat you within an inch of your pitiful life. Taylor, it's easy actually. All you have to do is come down to the ring and just lay down in the ring. All it will take is twenty-six seconds.
Ms. Alize : Well honey, come here. This will take off alot of your mind. This will take off alot of stress. SO come on in.. (pats the bag)
Da Link: Alright, baby I will come in. Give me a little minute here. First, Justin Taylor, you have been like a depressant to me. The thrive of me beating you kinda makes my problems a little shinning. Justin Taylor, I hear that you are a lightweight and that you are around the 200 and 240 pound frame. Well I am way over that pound frame. Hey Alize, since I'm over 250 pounds, do it make me look fat?
Ms. Alize: No baby. You are just right for me. If I wanted a skinny man I would go for someone like El Linchadore or someone in between. You are just right for me.
Da Link: I don't know. Maybe it would be a good thing for me. I'll try to lose 40 pounds. Then with me losing 40 pounds maybe I'll get a chance to finally get a match with someone and after I win I wouldn't here anyone bitching. But on the serious note Taylor, I am a hunter. I like to hunt innocent cripples like yourself. But you know Taylor, I know you like to wear fur coats and have a bear-skined rug. Well it so happens that I like to do the same and I have a private collection of bear rugs, tiger-skin vests and turtle cufflinks and more, but nothing will be better than have a Justin Taylor wristband or a Justin Taylor skin socks. Justin Taylor, my time is wasting up and I just want to let you know that on Tuesday night, I will prove that they don't call me Da Man, Da Myth, Da Legend, Da Link for nothing!
