[The camera pans to a boat dock. Leading to the dock, obviously, is a long wooden pier. It is storming extremely hard, and the rain is soaking everything in sight. This is a time when "sane" people enjoy their nice, warm, comfortable beds, basking in the glow of their fireplaces. But one man is, for a better word, dancing around the dock, braving the storm and shouting obscenities to some unknown confidante. Kritical Kondition, clad simply in shorts, a Stone Temple Pilots shirt, and boots, jumps around, yelling at the sky and shaking his fist, insanely laughing his head off while he does so.]

"HAHA!! Beautiful, ISN'T IT!! IT FEELS OUTSTANDING OUT HERE! One has to appreciate the finer things in life...ah yes, opponents...30 MINUTES OF PURE PLEASURE! Unadulterated, brutal, BLOODY PASSION I EXERTED. Oh yes, Ex-Terminator, Vego, Super Trouper, the violence was AT AN ALL TIME HIGH SATURDAY NIGHT!!! You thought you could beat me, you thought that with your lack of talent.....YOU COULD BEAT ME! HA! Fool! Have you no intelligence...no intelligence to KNOW that when you stepped in there for that long...it was going to be a PILLAR-TO-POST FIGHT! You obviously HAVE no common sense LEFT IN YOUR BLOODY HEAD! Bloody... British.... bloody.... literally ...wounded... broken.. .lick your wounds ladies. LICK YOUR WOUNDS FOR NOW BOYS, IT'S NOT OVER! NOT BY A LONG SHOT! Because you see... I loved every minute of pure torture... when I was busted open, I delighted in seeing my own crimson masquerade costume... broken, MORONS!!! BROKEN YOU ARE!!! Broken I broke, wounded, tore at you, viscious claws, tearing at you... NOT WANTING TO BREAK FREE OF ITS GRIP!! Furry talons, gasping for breath... gripping your throat, non-breaking..."

[He keeps twirling around, laughing and yelling. Lightning strikes in the background, and as the wind picks up and the rain pours down, he starts shouting louder, forcing his soaking wet hair out of his face.]

"NO Super Trouper!!! It's ... heh, it's not over... not by a long shot, Trouper... PEOPLE CALLED ME A FALSE CHAMPION!! Because after I retired Glory for good, after I defeated Triple X cleanly, I still hear the catcalls... THIS IS YOUR FAULT Trouper! I AM YOUR CHAMPION! NO! Your fault, Trouper and Punisher... I'm not even worthy of being recognized as WORLD CHAMPION! Because NO ONE CAN COPE WITH THE FACT THAT I AM THE RIGHTFUL UNIVERSAL CHAMPION!! Becuse of their criticism THIS BELT MEANS SHIT NOW! IT IS NOTHING! IT IS DONE WITH! Lick your wounds... Trouper... WEWILL CLASH AGAIN! You people don't like how I OPERATE... I WILL OPERATE DIFFERENTLY! No, no interference?! Okay, GUYS! PROVE THIS, SETTLE THIS ONCE AND FOR ALL! Bloody... bruised... broken... to the point of no return... how nimbly one can jump in his hometown with no worry of burden or pressure... own hometown... THAT RING IS MINE! It is what I breathe, what I sleep, what I live... I WANT THAT FEATHER IN MY CAP, PUNISHER! I want to say I made you TAP, that I made you GIVE! Cry out in mercy... you want all of this to stop... but it doesn't... it continues, this ONSLAUGHT! Never ending pain... oh no..."

[He continues dancing around, tipping dangerously close to the edge of the pier, almost appearing to fall off into the water at times. Instead, he bruhes himself off and confidently swaggers away like it never happened.]

"Hehe...They don't like how I OPERATE!!! Simple minded twit... on a crash course with destiny... WORRYING ABOUT ME!!!!!! Worry about me later... you don't want me kicking your ass... just hop right in front of everyone else... in line... for my title... you don't like how I operate? I will change it, yes. Just for you. I will completely change. We will meet again, as well... I HAVE TOO MANY SCORES TO SETTLE!!! They will ALL come to a head very soon... Obsession... Do I attract you? Do I enamor you? Do I get you off... guys? Do I get you off? Do I please you... am I everything you want me to be... here I am TroUPER... MOLDED FROM CLAY TO SUIT EVERYONE'S DESIRES!!!! Here I am to MATCH STANDARDS!!! YOU KNOW ME!!!! WILLING TO PLEASE!! But I disgress..."

[He collapses in a heap near the end of his docks, interlocking his hands together, hanging his legs over the edge. He bows his head to look at the rushing water, to think over the words he has so subtly uttered. He shakes his head, and once again, speaks in monotone.]

"False Universal Champion, I will show you all what is false. I will show you all what emotion is when I beat it out of these nobodies. They will know my pleasure, they will know my innermost... sexual... desires... and my sadistic, kinky ways. You will know my name. You will know it well. When that microphone... is thrusted in front of your... parched lips... my lips will be... preoccupied... with the tinge of blood waltzing across them... I was tempted once... Nay I go back on that sweet smell... everything about you disgusts me... you're still a poor little child trying to see the light... trying to beg for Mommy... but mommy's not here now little boy... it is just you and I... the eternal struggle of good and evil... none holding triumph over the other... mommy won't be here to help you... only to pick up the broken pieces... of what once was considered a great athlete... now reduced to a spineless... quiering... useless pile of human waste... I will be vindicated... because I deserved your blood.... that which I did not receive... I will... I will have my retribution... I have been wronged against.... and EWCL just remember..."

[He gets up, dusting himself off as he begins to leave.]

"All of you worthless excuses... all you wastses of human space... will be cast aside for the greater glory."

*Fade Out*