(It’s hard to imagine such a complicated life such as one who has nothing live for anymore. Parents killed at an early age, child and wife killed while he was in a hospital bed, with no way to help them. And now he stands, viewing himself in a mirror, straight ahead. His head is down, whispering something that nobody can make out. Slowly moving up, he stares at himself in this rusty-edged mirror.)
Jay Smash: It’s funny how things can change in just an instant.... That’s right tell them what you’re thinking.... One second, your on top, and the next turn you make, you’ve been knocked off the hill... Give them more!... I know what that’s like, being on top. I was the best, but them I made a mistake. My guard was left down, and the man known as Holocaust took Jay Smash from the hill. He took Jay Smash off the hill, and off the ground below, and off the land itself, and finally off the face of the Earth.... You’re not trying hard enough!.... But since the beginning is so far gone now, it’s time to make my presence felt one more time. That’s what I love about sequels, when you are given the question, does the villain get away after winning the first battle? So much s.... s... Suspense!!!
(His words only cause him more pain, as he swings his arm into the air, and punches his fist through the mirror, and grinds his knuckles across the cracks, dripping blood down the mirror, and onto the floor.)
Jay Smash: Ahh, I remember that feeling, and I bleed proudly, for everything I’ve missed since I’ve been gone. Jay Smash pays his respect to those who have kept this place alive. Now, it’s time once again. I hope you are all ready... all of you!..... Ready to beat me down. I hope, everyone is ready to make me bleed. Are you ready to break me? Are you!? If you thought it was tough before, just wait until you see me again.... And again... And again.... and again.... More blood to spill, more bodies to break, more.... People like Holocaust to try and defeat me again. I didn’t survive the Holocaust the first time around, and I am very proud of this. I am so proud... I’ve come for more... And more.... and more.... And god damn more!!!!
(He continues to pound his bloody fist into his skull as he speaks, grinding his teeth and whispering in an ungodly manner. He stops the beating, as he breaths heavily, whispering to himself, twitching his head like he has water in his ears.... Or blood.)
Jay Smash: Everytime I look in a mirror, I don't just see me anymore... I don't see my face... My face isn't there.... Where am I? Where is my face? I see... an angel... I see a man. Just a man, and nothing more than a man. Angel of Death wants revenge? For what? Losing to the better man? I gave him the chance... You gave him the chance, you did! I allowed him to enter the ring and beat me... I allowed him to make me bleed until there was nothing left to bleed, but he insisted on getting weaker and weaker, like the man that he is. How weak are you now Angel? How weak have you become since my time gone? It's been a while hasen't it? It's all come to this final step for you. Now we see just how weak you have become. Since I've been here, you have gone down "0" and "2" for Superiority, and now you want to face me one week after you lost a pay per view such as this.
(He whispers to himself, with his head back down, with his hand stretched out across the mirror, sandwiching the blood between his palm and the glass. The whispering stops and his hand slips off the mirror. His other hand now against the wall in which the mirror is connected to, and his bloody hand hanging down at his side.)
Jay Smash: Oh that feels good.... That feels so good. I can feel the pain. Angel, do you feel it? I bet it hurts a little bit more for you. I mean... Yes give him the truth... You, are getting older, and turning into that angel... That dead angel that can no longer go on. Why do you bother? Does it make you feel good to get beaten in that ring constantly? If so, than I respect you and all that pain that you must feel. I mean, it’s just a matter of time before you can no longer step into a ring at all... Congratulations... You are exactly what I am trying to become, but the problem is... I just keep winning... Then again.... There was... Tyrone Walker.... Oh yes.... He gave me the pain that I wanted, and so soon too. It took three matches in one night, my night, returning to the EUWC before someone could do it, but he did it... I’d love to meet him again... For a little bit more pain.... Until then, I guess I’ll settle for Angel of Death....
(His blood drips down the mirror as he walks away, leaving no reflection of his body in view)