[The past is in the past. It cannot be changed, nor fixed. The mistakes made in the past reflect on our present and future. For instance, Alfred Einstein created something for the good of man, but turned out being used for complete destruction, the atom bomb. The internet was created for knowledge and resources, but turned into a lair for pedophiles to seek non-aware children. Another example is automobiles, which were created to make the world easier, when the fuel used to run the transportation started to burn a hole in the world's atmosphere, the future was destined to be nothing but bad. Anyone hearing me now will not live to see that day, but we all know that it will come. You see, that's my point. Many things that are meant to be good, turn evil. Evolution causes anarchy for the "good of man" It's realized by most. Many cannot stand living in this world knowing the future, or the consequences of their actions, so they hate the past. They never want to remember the past, or contemplate what their past means. I, on the other hand, think the past is a wonderful thing. I love sitting down once and a while and re-looking my past. It brings a smile on my face to see the conclusion of my childhood. The past made me the man I am today, my friends, it was quite sensational.]

(The scene fades in from black to a darkened room. Only a small amount of light peers over the space between the top of the door and the frame connected to the wall. The dark looks as if the camera lens broke as it was fading, making the entire room seem gray, although that light. The light making it noticeable to see "The Sensation" Danny Starr sitting up on his bed, as if thinking. Only a robe can be seen formed around Danny's body, as his hands are locked with fingers, and his legs spread out with his feet resting on the cold wooden floor, balancing him to lean that way. A pair of red slippers are randomly places next to his feet, almost under the bed. Danny Starr's head is down, like he fell asleep sitting up, but that is not the case. Suddenly, the door opens, and a burst of orange light from the hall blares in, but Danny Starr doesn't move or flinch. Danny's mother stands in the door way, still, just staring at him.)

Mother: Danny, I'm going downstairs to get a cup of tea. Care to join me?

(A silent pause inflates the moment, as Danny's mother waits for a reply. Danny, without lifting his head, answers with a solid "No". Not even going to try to talk him into it, his mother walks away, with the door still open. Danny Starr continues to keep his head down, pondering of his past.)

[It was a good time for me, perhaps the best time of my life. Never before, have I had the chance to enjoy a single day, with all of his beatings, and abuse. If it wasn't me, I had to sit back and listen to the grunts and groans my sister made while my father beat her for no apparent reason. You already know that part of the story, don't you? Well my friends, the story isn't over. Not quite yet, there was still the conclusion, which makes me smile the most.]

(Suddenly, Danny Starr's head slowly raised to face the camera. The only thing that can be seen is an evil white grin, which is the orange light reflecting over his white teeth, revealing a demonic smile.)

Flashback

[I hadn't heard anything, not a reply, not a note. Nothing. I didn't know what to suspect, or expect that day. It was a Tuesday, that was all I knew. Three weeks earlier, I sent the letter to him, to the man I planned on hiring to be my father's killer. I was quite disappointed, and disgusted even. How can a man turn down what he loved to do, and still get paid a pretty penny for doing it? I hadn't heard anything on the news that day, and my father was still in jail. It was his fifth week, and my father still walked. My stomach hurt. It made me sick, and I knew that it was the only way I could end his terror. Little did I know, that would all soon change, and Tuesday would become my favorite day of the week. My friends, it was 12:00 PM.]

(The prison lunchroom was filled with inmates, walking around and sitting eating there pasta lunch. At one table, the new guys sat. Those who were
just going to spend a few days in jail always kept to themselves, scared to
get in any trouble with the tougher inmates. At that table, John Starr sat
down. He was talking to someone else, a newbie.

Jakob looked up from his lunch. His eye narrowed as he noticed John Starr.
He gripped his fork tightly with his right hand, and stood up. It was now or
never. Jakob stood up, and the inmates at the tables around him looked up.
These men were the worst men in the world, yet they feared Jakob. Jakob
begun his long walk towards Starr, fork in hand. As he was just a few feet
away from him, he raised his fork. John Starr looked up just as the sharp
fork dug deep into his flesh and bone on his shoulders.

Immediately, the other inmate jumped up and screamed at Jakob. After a quick
outburst, the man was just a inch away from Jakob, pushing him in the chest.
Before he can react, Jakob jumps forward and places the palm of his hands on
the jaw of the man. As Jakob fell down on the man, a cracking noise is heard
from the mans neck as it breaks.)

John Starr: YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE! YOU KILLED HIM!

(Jakob looked at John with dead eyes. Then, a hand was locked around Starr's
throat. Jakob pushed him down on the floor, and quickly sat down on his
chest, pinning his arms to the ground. Then, fists started hitting John
Starr in the face. Blood begin to cover Jakob's hands, but he could not be
stopped. Officers ran in and tried to force him off John Starr, but Jakob
was not in this world anymore. Those fists didn't stop hitting John Starr
until a big puddle of crimson blood had grown around his head. John
Starr….was dead.)

[It was only thirty minutes before the phone rang. My mother answered, beings she was the guardian of the household. I didn't expect it, but when my mother began to cry, and become hysterical, I knew something was wrong. It didn't even dawn on me what had happened was in my favor, not until I heard her ask the other person on the phone line the words: "Which inmate killed him?". The sick, twisted bastard had done it. A flow of adrelin rushed through my body, a gigantic smile sprung onto my face, for I knew that Jakob Grimes had completed the task, he had accepted my offer. My father was dead, and I loved the thought of it more than anything in the world. I owed my life to Grimes, along with twelve hundred dollars. I usually like to manipulate people, then not pay them, but not Jakob Grimes. This man would be released within a year or two. I knew this because I know the way our court system works. Crooked, Corrupt, bribes, the money keeps these people on the street. People like Jakob Grimes, scum bags like that. Sure, I paid him the money, but I made damn sure that it wasn't sent from my address. I couldn't trust a man like Grimes, I wouldn't dream of it. The closest I wanted to be to Grimes was the newspaper pictures, little did I know, we would get closer than I ever thought… in the Gladiator Wrestling Association.]

(The scene shows Danny Starr's father laying in a pool of his own blood in the jail cafeteria. The scene fades to black.)

[And that's how it happened, my friends. That is why the past means so much to me. It's like a sickness, maybe it was good to lock me up in an Asylum. Maybe I was at fault, maybe I was wrong! Perhaps my father shouldn't have died… he could have changed for his family. You must think I'm pretty stupid to believe that. I'm glad he's dead, and if it was legal, I would empty my waste onto his grave. Despite my past, we must now look into the future. The future, that would be The Circle's destruction. Our revolution started at Vendetta, our era has begun, and it will peruse this week on Insurrection. Outlaw? The first victim of Danny Starr. Prepare to feel my wrath, for you are the prime example of what we are against! You, and your hippie like haircut. I'm giving you the chance to forfeit, why be embarrassed when you can save your career? What I am offering you is to remain in professional wrestling, remain in GWA, by not stepping into the ring with "The Sensation". Why don't you understand, Circle? Why don't you just listen to what we preach. We aren't bad guys here! We are in fact your saviors. We are trying to prevent the inevitable, by destroying you before you destroy each other. The Circle, consider the Foundation Of Sensation fumes from a car… we're going to burn a constantly growing hole in your shield… that will over time obliterate The Circle. Leaving only one dominant team in the GWA… The Foundation Of Sensation.]

(The scene of Danny Starr with his head down fades to black.)