ERIK HOLLAND vs. MARCUS LEVINE

The music begins to play over the speakers as the footage of Marcus's home plays. The blood-soaked walls and the dilapidated floors are shown in all their, for lack of a better term, glory. The wood splinters, little care having been given to them. The central staircase, or rather the two of them are in disarray. It would be a fool's errand to climb them, and yet there are four white-masked figures standing at the centre of the footage, one sitting with his legs dangling over the edge, the other three resting against the railing.

A long carpet stretches the ground floor, leading to a single light down a hallway. Not the same hallway that was normally associated with Marcus's home, but rather one that was fully taken care of. The walls painted with intricate gold leafing, almost an embroidery against the mostly black background. The camera walked towards the hall and the masked figures above followed every foot of movement until the camera was too far forward to show them. The hallway was dark, but the beckoning of the single light seemed to be enough to keep the camera walking closer.

The music grew louder the closer the camera got, coming from wherever the light was. The light never seemed to get any closer though. The camera continued to move down the hall, the paintings on the wall were enough to show that, but the light itself never grew. The camera turned, and the main room where it had come from seemed to be nowhere in view as if one had been walking for miles. As the last keys on the short song were struck, the light disappeared as well, the camera was plunged into total darkness. There were no sounds except for the creaking of old wood.

And then.

A single light. A candle, a flame, right next to the camera itself. A face, or rather, a white, emotionless mask. The masked figure turned and began to walk deeper into the darkness. The camera followed, no better options available.

They walked and came to a door. An old oak door, with a brass handle. The masked figure opened the door and light flooded in, the camera stepped through. The camera had been lead to the outside, the backyard of LeVine's Estate. This was a graveyard. 50 tombstones, and 49 masked figures kneeling in front of one. In the centre of it, all was Marcus LeVine, standing in front of them all. The masked figure that had the task of leading the camera to LeVine's location rushed past said camera and knelt in front of the empty tombstone.

"Lay to rest your mortal sins. Open your souls to that of one's true transcendence. For thousands of men can lead only themselves to darkness, but one man can lead thousands to the light. These graves, while they hold your faults, your transgressions, your fears, and your hatred, your minds shall hold nothing but the truth of your real convictions.

For I too have my doubts and my fears. I fear no man that walks into a battle ill-prepared, I fear no battle. Erik Holland, you may believe yourself to be better than I, and many may believe you, but I know your true fears.

You lead your Badd Breed, and I can see that it is truly a place in which you find solace, you find brethren, and you find your home. I can see how letting the wolf into your home scared you. I assure you Holland, me infiltrating your breed, and doing what I did, it wasn't out of jealousy. You have a brotherhood, I have a following. You have a flock of sheep, I have a pack of wolves. I found your breed as nothing more than I means to an end. The destruction of a company, and the reaching of my goals.

What is a monster?

Many would say it's a beast, something that haunts your nightmares. That describes many children's fears, though, it does not describe a monster.

A monster isn't some massive beast with snarling teeth. No. A monster is a man who has made a name out of breaking bones. A man who doesn't hide in the shadows but looks you dead in the eye and tells you exactly what's going to happen to you. Then, that man will do, EXACTLY what he told you.

I've said it before and I'll say it again I am a monster. I am THE MONSTER.

Not just for some silly branding or some idiotic attempt at getting people to believe the hype. I am a man who will do anything to a human body. I am a man who breaks bones for fun Erik.

What I did to your pitiful fling Tiami, taking her out of all active competition because I broke her damn arm. I didn't just do that for fun this time Erik. I enjoyed every second of hurting her.

You hurt people because it's your job.

I do it because I want to.

So many times you'll hear idiots with no knowledge of how life works telling you that if your life is on the line, you'll fight harder then ever. I hope that's true. Because when I step in a ring against you Holland, I want you to be reminded of the kind of things I like to do for fun."

Clips begin to show off Marcus in companies around the world doing sadistic acts to all varieties of wrestlers. In one clip he's simply stomping on some's bent arm so that it breaks. In another clip, he's throwing someone through a glass pane. In a different one, he's stomping a man's head face-first into a pile of thumbtacks.

The footage goes back to Marcus.

"I did those things because I enjoyed them. Because It's fun. So... what am I willing to do against a man that I absolutely fucking hate."