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The screen at the arena fizzes out, much to the surprise of the WWF audience. Unsure of what they're about to see, the roar of the crowd diminishes, as the screen finally crackles to life. the video shows, oddly enough, a modest, 24 inch TV set, showing the end of an older match. On this other screen, the arena watches on as the infamous Harli rolls up and pins a smaller, blonde wrestler. Very few people actually recognize who this person is, even as the result is called, and the obscure loser looks on in horror as Harli shows off his freshly won championship.

The screen shakes and blurs violently as camera is picked up, and then jerked around, to show the face of a former WWF wrestler. Several people in the arena recognize him as the loser from the previous video, and even fewer of them scream boos as they realize who it is. His hair is the same basic length as it was back then, only tied back in a half-assed ponytail. There's stubble on his face, as if he's just woken up.

"It's been years since I fought that match," The man explains, "And it's haunted me for two of them. For those of you who actually remember me, you may remember a tireless, faithful Christian Crusader, who spent every moment of his time here trying to save the lot of you. You may remember a man who put his duties as an Avatar before all else, so that he could selflessly protect your souls from the disgusting, impure desires of the rest of the roster."

Behind him, the camera shows the interior of a cheap, yet well kept, mobile home. "And if you remember all of that, you may also remember a corrupt, self-serving General Manager... Maybe you'd remember his name better than I do... Who got in my way at every single opportunity. I had to face and overcome direct, unadulterated religious persecution from this man, in order to pick up my first WWF title... The United States Championship. Back then, I knew in my heart that I'd been screwed out of my title."

The background behind this man's face goes blurry again, as his low quality camera fails to capture it's motion. He takes a seat at the foot of his bed, where the partially obscured shape of a young woman can be seen under the covers. "And I was right. I WAS screwed out of my title. Not by Harli... Not by the douchebag that signed my paychecks... But by myself." His eyes drop, as the woman behind him stirs.

"When I entered this federation, I made a vow that every move I made, every breath I took, would be dedicated to serving God. But as I fought harder and harder to get a fair shot at that title, it became less and less about Him, and more and more bout me. It became greed that drove me, and when my thirst was realized, it was pride that I was rewarded with. I'd lost my way. And as my punishment, the Lord took my title from me. I was so upset, so insulted about that rigged match, that I lost perspective and stormed out. But you know what? That's all behind me now."

The scene shifts again, as the cheap camera once again struggles to keep up. He opens the door of the trailer, and steps outside, walking ahead far enough so that it can be seen behind him. "I'm back, America, and I'm back with a new foundation of faith beneath me. From now on, every single victory I earn will be geared to show you the power that my love for the Lord has blessed me with. You will remember the name Jimmy Monera as well as you remember your own, and before my work is done here, you'll remember the name God even moreso. In his name, and in his honor, I will conquer this entire federation. And I'm thinking that a good place to start..."

He turns the camera one final time, so that it shows the WWF arena, revealing that he's been in the parking lot the whole time. "Would be Wrestlemania."

The screen goes black.