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Subject: You've made a powerful enemy Sat Jan 11, 2014 1:32 pm
[The crowd was quiet, not sure what to expect. There were rumors of something... special happening tonight. Suddenly the lights go dim... and all is quiet as a familiar theme plays, with a familiar man walking towards the ring, sock on hand...]
King: Oh lord JR! Who let this freak back into the WCF?!
JR: Well I don't know if anyone did, King! And I damn sure don't think Mankind here even cares if anyone let him in or not!
[Mankind makes his way into the ring and immediately grabs a mic.]
Mankind: You know... I know you're all wondering "where where you Foley? Where were you?!" Well you see ol' Mankind was healing. Yeah that's right... HEALING! ...Angle thought he had beaten me, oh no no no. Miss America did not beat me! I healed oh yes... I healed.... but...
[He gestures to himself before yelling and smacking himself on the head.]
Mankind: NOT RIGHT! I CAME BACK AS THIS MONSTER... the man without the puzzle pieces in the right place...
[Another pause before he grins, that evil laughter as he murmmurs to himself. He eventually snapped back after a hair tug.]
Mankind: DO YOU SEE WHAT YOUVE DONE, ANGLE?!?!?!? Here I stand, leather mask dawned and... I know. I know it has to happen... I was destined to prove that I, the very thing wrong with humanity, could survive you Angle! I was thrown off the cell, I was beaten to Hell and back, and you know what... I SURVIVED. I dream, Angle... I dream of tearing apart you and your buddies, leaving your bloody, battered body on the mat as I walk away... but I can't do that all at once... first... I'll beat JBL. I'll lock in the Mandible Claw and make him choke on his spittle! Then... at the Royal Rumble...?
[He leans against the ropes, holding Mr. Socko's "mouth" to the microphone. he pantomimes talking.]
Mr. Socko (Mankind): He will utterly demolish you!
[The music hits, Mankind exiting the ring as he stumbles backstage to prepare for his match...]
