The scene starts somewhere in Berlin Germany. It has to be germany

because of the cars and the streetnames. A young kid is walking through the
steets. He has to be in the early teenage. He has a bag over his right shoulder
and a bright smile on his face. His right sportshoe is not tied but he don’t pay
attention to it. He slowly walks around a corner and stands infront of an old
and run donw, sport school. He stops and looks a bit surprised…or some what
more shocked than surprised. He searches with his other hand in one of his
pockets as he takes out of it a small piece of paper. He scratches his head
with one finger as he looks up to a sign with the street name…

Kid: Das muss es sein (It has to be here). Semmering Straße 135 (Semmering Street 135). Naja anschauen
kann ichs mir ja mal (Well I think I can have a look on it).

[The kid continues his was. He crosses the street between him and the small enterance of
the sport school. As he comes closer to the door he recognizes a sign above the
door. “Haus des Schmerzes” (“House of Pain”). The kid has now an intimidated
look on his face as he opens the door]

Kid: Hallo? Ist da jemand? (Hello? Someone in here?).

[The kid slowly enterst he dark corridor. On the other side of the corridor he sees
another door. As he walks in the door in his back closes with some noise and
the kid jumps up because of the noise and is heavy breathing. His heart is
hammering against his chest. The kid opens the door a bit and tries to take
alook from the inside when suddenly someone opens the door. The kid screams and
jumps back to get into a defensive position]

Man: Hey wen haben wir denn hier? (Hey, who are you?)

Kid: Ich? (Me?)

Man: Siehst du noch jemanden hier ausser dir? Dumme Frage. (Do you see someone
else here but you? Stupid question.)

Kid: Ich…ich bin Mark…Mark Pollak. Ich will Wrestler werden.
(I m Mark Pollak. I want to become a wrestler.)

[The man starts laughing and Mark makes a face like he feels insulted]

Mark: Hey, lachen sie nicht, ich meins Ernst! (Hey, dont laugh at me, I m serious
about it!)

[The man stops laughing]

Man: Entschuldige mein Junge. (I m sorry kid.) Ich wollte
dich nicht kränken Mark (I didnt want to hurt your feelings Mark.) Komm doch
erst mal rein. (first off all come in.) Ich bin Jack Brannigen, mir gehört der
Laden hier. (I m Jack Brannigan, this is my school here.)

[Jack leads the younger Mark into the training hall. In the middle of it stands a ring. Its
old, very old. The air and the taste in the hall smells like decades of blood,
sweat and tears. In the corners are set up differend things. In one are some
weights for traingin. In an other corner of the room is set up a punching bag. In
another corner is at the wall an iron bar for pull-ups. Mark seems to be very
impressed by all this. Jack takes Mark to a bench at the side of the ring]

Jack: An now you learn how to talk in English my friend. German is not a language you
will make it in this business. Do you speak English Mark?

Mark: I m not so very good in Enlish speaking, sir.

[Jack laughs out]

Jack: Well then you will learn it. From now on we will talk in English, it will prepare
you for your time when you stay in the ring with other wrestlers who don’t speak
English. Do you understand me?

[Mark nods very slowly]

Jack: So get yourself prepared and then we can start your first lesson. First we will
have a look at where you stand right now. How is your physical abity, your
stamina, your strength. Then we will look to the future and I will tell you
what we have to change.

Mark: And when I will fight in the ring?

[Jack smirks]

Jack: Take the time Mark, slowly. Before you can run you have to learn how to walk. And
before you can start walking you have to learn how to stand up. One step after
the other, patience is important in this business…

The scene fades into black…

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Mark wakes up. His head is laying on a dirty and used toilet bowl. He looks terrible. Mark
has dark rings under his eyes. His lips are coverd with dirt and blood. He goes
with his fingers through his hair and realises that his hand is shaking a bit.
He sits back beside the toilet and looks around in the room. It’s a small run
down bathroom and he scratches his head. All around are laying empty bottles of
beer and whiskey and Mark rubs his forehead. With a shocked look on his face he
looks to his left hand which is covered with dry and brown blood. He slowly
tries to get up and finally succeeds…

MP: What the fuck have I done?

[Mark walks over to the washbowl. He pours some water in it and splashes some of it into
his face. He leans on the bowl with his arms and looks up into the dirty
mirror. With his right hand he tries to clean it a bit but then he stops it. He
goes closer to the mirror looking at his chapped lips and the dark rings under
his eyes. He looks at his tongue which is white and yellow]

MP: Mark something went terribly wrong last night.

[Again he splashs some water into his face]

MP: It was so real…

[He shakes his head and closes his eyes for a moment. As he opens them again he sees a old
mans face in the mirror, standing behind him. In an instand he turns around…nothing…nobody
there. Marks heart is running and he takes a deep breath]

MP: Just my mind playing games with me. I drunk too much alcohol, I have a little black out
and everything I need is a good breakfast and some water to drink and
everything will be fine.

[His hands are still shaking as he turns back around to the mirror]

MP: Damn it Mark, it was just a dream, nothing more and nothing less. And most off all
nothing to get scared off.

[Mark lowers his head and drinks some water. When suddenly a hand pushes his head
under the water. Mark starts lashing about but cant get his head above the
water. The air in his lungs is not enough. He starts to fall in panic when
suddenly the hand disappers. Mark falls back onto the floor heavily breathing]

MP: SHIT! DAMN IT!

[He spins around to look who was behind him but there was nothing…nobody around. Mark
stands up, the shock is still in his eyes, on his face. He walks out of the
bathroom and into the other, the sleeping room. Empty. The not used bed, his
bag on the floor, some empty bottles, but nobody in there. The front door
closed. Mark shakes his head in disbelieve and returns to the bathroom. He
stops the water. As he looks up again he sees a shadow in the mirror behind
him]

MP: Fuck you.

[He whispers and smashes his head into the mirror…it breaks into millions of
pieces. Mark turns around and sits down onto the floor. Mark holds his forehead
with his right hand. As he looks down on his hand he sees some fresh red blood
on it]

MP: What is going on here.

The scene fades…

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Mark, the younger Mark, is standing behind a curtain. Jack is standing at his side. Jack
seems to be a bit older as do Mark too. Mark has a very nervous look on his
face and the sweat is on his forehead. Jack puts a hand on his shoulder and
Mark turns around…

Jack: Don’t worry Mark. You are well prepared. Why are you so nervous, why are you so
afraid?

Mark: What if I lose? What if I cant bring it to the mat? After all the hard training,
after all the torture on the mat, the basics and the weights, I still can leave
this ring today with nothing.

Jack: That’s not right Mark, you still can leave this ring as a grown up man. You can leave
it with experience. My son, you have a whole carrere laying in front of you. You
have so much talent, so much power, all you need is some confidence in what you
are capable of.

[Mark raises an eyebrow]

Jack: you don’t believe me? You think only because this is your very first match that you will
lose? You think that all the training all the pain, all the sweat was for
nothing? Let me tell you something, maybe you lose today but what changes this match?

[Mark shrugs]

Jack: It changes nothing, absolutely nothing. It will not change my point of view and I
know what you are capable of. I know that you just need some experience, some
matches. I know that deep down in your heart, there is a demon sleeping, a
demon that is waiting to get unleashed. A demon that is hungry, hungry for
blood, hungry for young souls and houngry for success. You have everything you
need to have success in this industry. You know your basics, you know your
moves and you know all the important counter. The rest that is missing will
come with some time and experience. Mark you are so young and you have done so
less in your life. The time is on your side, just patience Mark. I told you in
your first lesson. Don’t get too over confident or it will break your neck
Mark.

Mark: But Jack, I m so afraid to fuck up in this match. I don’t want them to laugh at me. I
could not bear this.

Jack: As long as you try hard, try your best nobody will ever laugh at you Mark. As long
as you give what you have nobody can say something about it because you have
done your very best to win.

The scene fades and comes back. The match is over. Mark sits on a chair in the backstage
area. He has his face put down in his hands and it seems that he is crying. Jack
comes closer and puts a hand on his back. Mark slowly looks up, tears are
running down his face and his eyes are glassy. Jack has a patient smile on his
face…

Mark: I lost…

Jack: I know, I ve seen it.

Mark: and…

Jack: And I m proud of you.

Mark: What?! But I lost the match! The other guy was far better than me!

Jack: I know, I ve seen it Mark, I ve seen it. No, I m proud of you because I know that
you has left everything you had in this match, in this ring. You gave the guy
your best, your very best, your A Game, Mark. I couldn’t be any prouder of you.

[Jack pats Marks back]

Jack: In this business winning is not everything. Its far more important to earn the
respect of your opponent. And whne that guy shook your hand after he beats you,
and he did it, you earned his respect. Winning is important but you have to
learn that its not everything. You can lose a match but leave the ring as the
winner.

Mark: I don’t understand Jack.

Jack: Listen my son, as long as you can wake up tomorrow morning, walk into the
bathroom, look into the mirror and look yourself straight into the eyes then
everything is fine. The moment, after a match, you cant look yourself into the
eyes, something went wrong. You have to learn Mark that the look you have on
yourself is far more important that what other think about you. Let they think
you are a looser, let they say you are a wincing Nazi but deep down in your
heart and in their heart they know that you gave everything and that on this
single night, everything was just not enough.

Mark: But…

Jack: Listen Mark, the time will come that you will win in this business. Maybe the
time will come that you have some gold around your waist. But as long as you
can look yourself into the eyes everything is fine. Never loose the look on
yourself. Its not important what others say, what you think is important. The
success will come one day as it will go the other. Now its your turn, to learn
to accept it. Lady luck will not live on your shoulders, she will just visit
you from time to time. And if you have much luck, she will rest their for a
couple of time.

[Jack smiles at Mark. Mark wipes off some tears from his face and smiles back]

Mark: You know Jack, maybe you are right. Maybe I just need more experience. When can I have
the next match?

Jack: Next week if your mom allows it.

Mark: Great…

The scene fades into black…

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Mark still sits in the old and dirty bathroom. He sits under the washing bowl. At his side
lays a piece of the broken mirror. Blood slowly runs down his face from where
he hit the mirror. A tear runs down his cheek as he picks up the piece of the
mirror…

MP: I forgot it all. Everything you told me, my old friend, I ve forgotten.

[He looks into the mirror but then turns his head away in disgust]

MP: You were so right Jack, I need more experience.

[He laughs out a bitter laughter]

MP: I lost the road Jack. I lost the road. I m stuck in the darkness. I m alone.

[Another tear runs down his cheek]

MP: Can you hear me Jack?

[He looks up to the top of the room]

MP: Can you hear me Jack? You were right all the time. I ran out of luck, I ran out of
arguments and I lost my track. Do you think I still can find my way back home? Find
my track again? Do you think that I can returne to the road I started?

[He lowers his head and looks back into the piece of mirror in his hand]

MP: Mark, what has happened to you? Why are you such…such an asshole…you weren’t it when
you started all this. You weren’t one when you had your first match. Maybe
success fucked with my head, maybe my demon broke lose and blinded me…

[Mark stares at the piece of mirror in his hand. With the other hand he wipes off the
tear from his cheek]

MP: I miss you Jack, I miss talking to you. I miss fighting with you, my friend. And now
the day I need you so much, need your help more than ever before, I m alone…

The scene fades into black…

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Mark is sitting at a table. On the opposite side of the table sitting an old man. In
the kitchen is not much light but from outside the sun shines down on the
table. On it are laying several papers, training schedules, diet programms and
so on…

Mark: Jack, damn it I need you. I need you more than ever before. Just one more match. One
more match Jack…

[Mark stares at the man. The man, now its obvious its Jack but again, just like Mark,
older than before, he just stares at the table and the papers]

Mark: I m booked in one of the most important matches of my life Jack. I don’t want to
lose it. I don’t want ot lose my title, damn it! I need you, Jack, I need your
training. I need the old team back together, the old gym, the old tricks, just
everything.

[The old man still looks down at the papers. He shakes his head]

Mark: Come on Jack, without you I cant win, I can retain my title. Look whos in this
chamber, so many great men. How do you think can I overcome five of them? What
have I to do? Maybe I shold get down on my knees and beg. Beg that you train
with me, just one more time.

[The old man takes a deep breath but stays silent]

Mark: Come one Jack, talk to me.

Jack: I don’t know. You see Mark, I m retired, I m old. My body cant go the way it did years
ago when I was your trainer. Its not just independence wrestling. Its not
fighting for nothing Mark. This one is important and I don’t know…

Mark: What? If I can do it?

[Jack shrugs]

Mark: After all the years, after all the talking, you have doubts about my strength? About
my abilities? I m shocked.

Jack: No Mark, I have no doubts aobut your talent but I have doubts that you know what
you got yourself into. Its an elimination chamber match, Mark, five on one, all
eyes on your title. Its no game, its damn serious, Mark. I dotn know if I want
to be involved into this. I don’t know if I could live with the fact that I
trained you and you lost, you got injured.

Mark: But the possibilitie was always there to get
injured, Jack, that s no excuse. I want you at my side and nobody else. Cant
you feel the old magic between you and me. The hours of training. The blood,
the sweat and the tears. All I m asking for is one more Match Jack, just one
more match.

Jack: Mark, I m old, I m tired. I cant go the whole road with you together.

Mark: I don’t ask you to go that road with me but to show me the way. Jack, I m stuck in the
darknes, I m alone with my back against the wall. I need you to show me the way
out of it. I need oyu to give me the confidence. Be my light in the darkness
and help me to escape with the title around my waist.

[Mark stops and Jack really starts thinking]

Jack: I don’t know Mark. You would need to get some pounds off your waist. You are not as
quick as you were before. Your moves seem to be too weak, nobody is afraid,
nobody has respect.

[Mark flashes a bright smile]

Jack: You would need a new diet program and what I ve seen on this table, well to say you
the truth the guy who made this program sucks in what he do.

Mark: Does this mean you will help me?

[Jack looks very serious]

Jack: One more match?

Mark: One more match.

Jack: Only this match?

Mark: Just the chamber.

[Jack rubs his chin]

Jack: Mark, I think you got your self a traininer. Lets have a look at these program…

Mark: Great…

The scene fades into black…

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Mark pulls himself up from the dirty floor of the dark bathroom. He throws the piece of
the mirror into a corner and leaves the room. He sits down on the not used bed
in the other room and goes with his fingers through his hair. He has a very
serious look on his face as he looks straight to the cam…

MP: Chuck Matthews, the original sin. Well I ve not heard that much about you and what
you are capable of but what I know is htat this coming Monday we will meet in
this ring. And one thing we have in common. We both lost our matches at Seven
sins. You lost your title in an amazing main event and by the way congrats on a
awesome match Chuck. I can call you Chuck right?

[He smirks]

MP: I lost against Swan Lee. Well many men saw this one coming but I m not happy with the
way I went down. You know, some you win and some you lose and I just lost one match.
No reason to ran away. And now, I think we both have another thing in common
and that is we both want to win this match to get our asses back on the track. Well
I think I have lost mine so I see this match much more to be a rebirth. Over
the time, over the matches I was in I lost so much. One thing is I lost the
respect for the guys I face in the ring. I thought only because I won some big
matches I m better than them. I m not better than the others as I m not better
than you Chuck. And the chances are there that I will lose against you just again.
No shame in loosing to the original sin, isn’t it? I think the only shame would
be if I would now run my mouth about that the life is not fair and that I
deserve better. WE ALL dig our own grave, and so do you, don’t you? Well I m
sure oyu know what I m talking about or should I ask your little friend Hazard?

[He laughs out very sarcastic]

MP: You know we all have to carry our past, to carry our packages. You have a serious
problem with your health Chuck. Drugs are not the answer nor are they the exit
into reality. Well sounds weard from a guy who was just hours ago so drunken
that I haven’t recognized my own mother. But Chuck, Monday comes soon, very
soon and no Hazard, no drugs, no alcohol will prevent you or me from what is coming.
I some kind admire you Chuck, not only because I saw an amazing match at the
ppv but because you try to fight your demons, you try to fight hazard. You have
not to listen to him because he is just what you told him to be, a hallucination.
A trick of your own freaking mind. But the question is, when begins reality and
where begins the own mind?

[He flashes a strange smile]

MP: Reality is that you and me will go one on one at Mondays revolution. Fact is that I
woke up in hospital after Seven sins. Fact is that I lost against a little
freaking bich who shit on me. Just laugh about it you will feel better than.
But this is not important. Now you look down on me and think that I will be an
easy match but soon you will realise, well only if your mind let you realise
it, that I m much more than the guy who got shit on. Oh, I m so much more
Chuck. Cyrus said that I would fail, that I wold lose against Lee but he also
thought that I would leave because of it. But I don’t think that this is a
reason to run away. And Chuck, that I will face you next show is more than a
reason to stay around and try my very best to beat you. Or let me tell you this
with the words of my former traininer…

[For a moment he looks up ot the top of the room but then focuse back on the cam]

MP: As long as you give it all in this ring, there is no shame in losing a match. And comes
Monday, chuck, oyu will get exactly this, the best Mark Pollak there can be. If
my very best is not enough then be it. But listen to my words Chuck, I will try
what ever it takes to return to the sweet tasting heavens of winning matches. I
fairly extend my hand to you Chuch and wish
you good luck for our match.

[He smiles confident to the cam]

MP: I see you in the ring…

The scene fades…