{{Some words anger people. Other words sadden them. Still other words strengthen people. In this case of new CWF Superstar Jared Desogan, all three apply. The words said by Sean Anderson anger, sadden, and strengthen The Depressed One. Sean makes the severe mistake of underestimating him, and thinking that Jared doesn't know what life is all about...in this little promo, we catch the character side of Jared Desogan.}} The scene isn't necessarily a pretty one. Aw hell, I'll be damn honest with you. This scene looks worse than hotels in the Downtown area of San Antonio. Trust me...I've been there. Off in various areas of the room, there are loose pipes spraying definitely undrinkable water across the room. It's easy to see that beauty is not the first word that comes to mind when looking at the trash and rust infested floor. A rat scurries across as we hear our cameraman muttering unheards quietly. Suddenly an oddly off-pitch voice screeches behind a metal box... *Jared Desogan* {Hey you, camera freak. I'm sitting here. No, to your left. Wondering how I know where you are? Pure luck. I don't want you here anymore than you want to be here. But I see that Sean's done a few things that can make a normal human mind say, "He's the one". Seeing as I'm not a normal person, I have a tendency to say, "How mistaken this poor man is..." Sean does not believe that I am a depressed individual, nor does he believe that I am a very probably candidate to win the Hardcore Title at High Voltage. Circus DeathMatch...I know this match. I've been in this match...not known around, but in local attempting-to-be-hardcore federations. Sean does not know what this match is about. I've been in this match...I've seen wrestling great Tommy Dreamer compete in this match against Jonny Cash in the DRWF. But in Death Row, it was simply called a Scaffold Match. You're suspended some odd number of feet up in the air on a metal platform hanging above the ring. Normally as some people know, to win a scaffold match, you gotta shove your opponent off the scaffold to the canvas below - by saying shove, I'm putting that extremely mildly...But a Circus Death match or a Death Row Scaffold match, you don't just fall to the canvas...you fall on what Dreamer described as a trampoline of Barbed Wire. Doesn't that get you up Sean? Doesn't that get you excited? The rush of falling off of a very high platform into razor-sharp, sometimes sharper little pieces of metal attatched to a thin wire; doesn't that turn you on? DOESN'T IT?}   {Okay, so maybe I'm just an oddity in a normal society. Or is it the other way around Anderson? Is it what I just said? Or is it that I'm a normal person in an odd society? You say that I don't know what depressed is about. Well let me tell you something. Everyone who's been a wrestling fan long enough to know a chinlock from an armbar knows that Hulk Hogan said, "Kids, eat your vitamins, drink your milk, and say your prayers, and you can be just like the Hulkster" or something to that effect. Anyone who's been around longer knows about the late, great Owen Hart (RIP) as the Blue Blazer coining this exact phrase. You wanna know something? I drank my milk...I took my One-A-Day...and I said my Memorares...but I never quite turned out like the hulking muscle mass that is Terry "Hulk" Bolea. I didn't become a soaring, high-flyer with a prowess for the mat like The King of Harts. Instead, I became whatever the hell I am today! The kids at school who knew I was an avid wrestling fan and who dreamed of being a Hogan or a Hart or a Flair made fun of me every day. They made fun of me at lunch when they were having soda, or eating pizza, when I was sitting at my table drinking milk, taking One-a-Day's, and having a freshly puked-out-of-the-cafeteria-lady garden salad. They made fun of me when I took a stage dive for fun - there wasn't even a concert - and landed on my arm, breaking it in two spots. I remember Jerry Spillioti telling the whole school that instead of milk, what it was that I was drinking was a cup of white-out. And then there was his buddy Aaron Diminius who made the story even better by saying it wasn't milk or white-out...it was actually the sperm that was deposited in a billion used condoms found outside of school. That was absolutely great Sean. That was stuff that made my day YOU DON'T THINK I KNOW WHAT DEPRESSION IS? YOU DON'T THINK THAT I AM A SADLY PSYCHOTIC PERSON? Then I'll have to show you in the ring Sean. No wait, not in the ring, but high above on a scaffold like some circus clown...isn't that what this match is called anyway? A Circus Death Match? Except this time Anderson, when you fall down for a crowd pleaser, there's a net, not made of soft cushy rope, but rather a net made solely out of Barbed Wire...while clowns aren't the most amusing thing in the world, this long long fall should amount to a smile on my face.}   Jared gets up from his spot on the floor. He goes over to the cameraman and pulls back his hair to reveal an incredibly long scar running from his temple to about mid point on his neck on the right side of his face. Needless to say, it isn't very pretty. He then pulls up his shirt to reveal a severe burn scar on his left rib area...as the camera looks back up towards the eyes, a look of mixed fury and longing greets the piss-my-pants cameraman (now that would be an amusing toy...Piss-My-Pants Cameraman...hahaha)   *Jared Desogan*: {Jimmybox Sean Anderson, you see these marks I just showed. This scar on my face...you don't like looking at it do you? See, you have your pretty wife at your side, of course putting her in danger she really doesn't need to be involved in, but this mark happened when I tried to pick up a phone for a girl. She thought I'd steal it and decided to swipe me a good one across the face with her keys. As I lay there blinded by my own blood and sweat, I saw her drive off in the gray BMW...she was pretty. A nice face...dark hair with blond highlights...but she obviously didn't appreciate a favor. After that incident, I never looked at car keys the same way again. Sean, after looking up at the lights as your back literally becomes a pincushion which I could pour water into, you won't look at metal the same way again either. And this burn scar...yeah, Jerry gave that to me after "accidentally" bobbling a cigarette butt, followed by a lit blowtorch that following afternoon at a cook-out. As I blacked out from watching my own flesh burn and smelling a rather sweet smell, I swear I saw Aaron roasting a marshmallow on my I Love India T-Shirt as it burned to a crisp. So Sean, Friday won't be a problem for me. I soak pain up and I spit it in your face. I can go ahead and taste hard steel and follow it up with whatever pops in my mind to do.}   {Music. A soothing element. Something that can put people at ease when in pain. But at the same time, it can turn calm, cool, collective people into insane beings that can destroy a tree trunk at a moments notice. That's kind of what happened to me. I was tired of all the evil things that my peers had done to me, and locked myself up in my bedroom. I put the radio onto some station I never liked before and listened. I heard songs that had a hard rockin' beat to them, yet I didn't understand a word they were saying. Then I heard songs that I did understand...songs about depression, and what they did about it. "Break Stuff", "Whatever", "Bad Habit", "All I Want"...they were all influential in the amazing change that turned me into what I am today. I got revenge on Jerry and Aaron, but that's a story I'm saving for another time period.}   {Sean Anderson, you will be faced with a contendor Friday. You will be faced with not only a contendor, but a madman. You will be faced with 13 years of pent up anger, frustration, depression, and hell. Sean Anderson, you will find out that it is you who do not know the meaning of Depression, and when you and your little stable don't get what they want, you'll all be very depressed indeed. Now get out of my sight cameraman before I take out some of this on you.}   {{Without giving it a second thought, the cameraman switches off the camera and runs out of the unidentified room as quickly as possible. Just as the door shuts, Jared is heard screaming aloud, "NO MORE TORMENT!!!" As our scene draws to a close, the screen melts away...}}