I have arrived

--The arena goes dark, so dark nothing can be seen, the screen turns on, the camera pans towards the screen--

Commentator 1: What's happening here

Commentator 2: If I would know, then I would tell you...

--A building appears, it looks ragged, the bricks are clearly fading away, many weeds are growing all around the building, it looks as if its not been used in sometime... he camera man walks into the building, the screen fades away once again--

Commentator 2: Wow, what's this time wasting

Commentator 1: You might not be saying its time wasting when you see this person would you?

--The screen turns on once again, this time there is a man sitting on a chair in a empty room, you can hear 'things' searching around the place scavenging for food, the man has his head down looking straight on to the concrete floor, the man's wearing what looks like old prison clothes, a distinctive matching orange vest and tracksuits, you can barely see the numbers going across the man's chest--

Commentator 1: Okay now...

--The man picks up a microphone that's next to his right leg, his long greasy hair is allover his face so you can barely see the top of his forehead, the man puts the microphone next to his lips--

The man: I have arrived...

--The man then produces a soft laugh before he speaks more--

The man: Since the age of eleven, --raises voice-- ELEVEN YEARS OLD! --Voice fades down slowly-- I was placed in somewhere I didn't belong...

Commentator 2: I guess that's prison

The man: --Raises voice-- MY OWN MOTHER! --voice fades down slowly again-- put me there, it's something I'm never going to forget

Commentator 1: Sounds like a harsh life

The man: Now, I have been there for 12 years and I seeked the opportunity to break out you see...Something I've been trying to do since I first got sent there

--He stops and coughs, then starts to speak again--

The man: I had to suffer terrible things there, but then the time came, the time where I could feel freedom, a time where I could actually be with the outer world...

--The man starts to laugh slightly, then weirdly stops straight away--

The man: Then I escaped, and there's no more about it............I suffered terrible things where I was, I got moved around very much for committing murders on people that I felt shouldn't be allowed to live

Commentator 1: Don't tell me the general manager signed him up

The man: Now that's what all you people need to know about my story, I felt I should do something about myself to unleash all my anger out, and the word 'Wrestling' came to mind, it was just finding the right place to go

Commentator 2: Yes he did sign him, I'm not going to like this one bit

The man: Now that I'm here, this is a message to everyone, including the Chairman, including the commentators, including the fans...If any of you people do anything to me, good or bad...expect something in return, I've been in prison and suffered everything that no one else has, I have scars everywhere on my body, now there's one thing I haven't told you...

--He looks up to the camera, a rusty old white mask is on the man's face----

Commentator 1: WHAT THE!!!! Is that a mask???

Commentator 2: Yes it is, I wouldn't want to upset this man

The man: THIS! I Have to hide my face from the outside world! I have to do this because of the terrible things that happened to me at alcatraz, now who ever dares to try and take this off, expect death...That's all I can say

--The man produces another laugh but this time, it seems more itimidating as he carries on doing it, the man rises from his chair slowly, the camera fades away from the building and the screen turns off, the lights turn on and whispers are heard throughout the crowd, the camera pans back to the commentary table--

Commentator 1: We didn't even get a name

Commentator 2: I didn't think he wanted to give it...

Commentator 1: I expect a pay rise if this guy joins, I'm going to have to work here knowing a ruthless maniacs here

Commentator 2: What was our General manager thinking