I grew up embraced by violence. It was a part of my everyday life. No matter how far I ran or how hard I struggled, violence was always looming over my shoulder. Fighting became second nature to me. When I think back to those bloody days of violence a single tear comes to my eye. Violence is my oldest friend and my most enduring enemy.
I am Madwoman Szalinski. Twenty one years ago I entered this world as an instrument of pure madness. My mother was locked up in a mental institution while pregnant. I was born in that hellhole among the wailers and shamblers, among the insane. My father was a legend but even he knew that I was destined for a life of mental suffering. He wanted nothing to do with me and soon after my birth I was sent to a boarding school. It was there that my true journey began.
I was a dancer. A ballerina. I spent many years learning that craft. The nuns at the boarding school were merciless teachers. Their lack of mercy made me strong. I learned that failure was not to be tolerated.
When I was still in boarding school there were bullies who knew where I came from. That wretched madhouse where I was born. They would torture me endlessly. Eventually I defended myself against the biggest, baddest bully in my boarding school. It was at that moment that my fate was sealed. Violence would be with me for the rest of my life. I still remember that winter, the winter when I embraced the idea of violence. It was the coldest winter I’d ever experienced up to that point.
My life continued this way until I grew to understand that my life was meant for something greater. I needed to escape and so, I did. I ran from that boarding school as fast as I could.
I entered into the real world as a dumb child but the hardships that followed simply made me a tougher human. Again I faced hardship but around this point in my life my schizophrenia and psychosis began to take hold. It was then that I truly became Madwoman. I began to fight in the streets. I would bleed for my dinners.
Eventually I was discovered by my uncle who began to train me. Again I found myself in the middle of untold violence. My uncle, you see, had a particular way of training his students in the art of wrestling. He would beat you bloody and try to make you give up. It was rough. Eventually I earned his respect.
That’s just a taste of my story. There’s much more to learn and you will. In the future I will share every story I have to tell but for now, for now we look to the future. We look to Revolution, to a match that I must win. My struggles, hardships and my training. All have prepared me for this. I am being given a chance to hold my second world championship. It’s two steps away. I win this match and then I face the champion. Just two steps away from greatness. Two steps away from destiny.
“I’ve been a world champion, you know. I remember the glory that came with such a trophy. I felt such pride in being a champion that when I lost my belt I lost all hope. For a long time I believed my career was over. I believed my best days were behind me. Yet... “
There is a fire burning on a great stage that resembles that of a grand Broadway stage. Utter chaos surrounds us. People are running from place to place to put the fire out. Yet, Madwoman stands among the fire with no fear. Above the stage is a faded, burning flag. Upon the flag is the image of a great phoenix, the symbol of the MadClan. Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the stage of madness.
“Womens World Champion of ECWF. The idea of holding such a championship… It reignites the flame in my soul. I feel that burning flame rising like a great bonfire. ECWF, Madwoman has arrived once more, she has been reborn. Here I stand, among these flames. Here I stand, ready to take number one contendership. Here I stand, ready to make history.”
Madwoman jumps down from the stage. She gives the camera a sly smile. In the background we hear the screams of various people. Painful screams. What hell have we found ourselves in?
“All I have to do is defeat the woman known as Jinx. Make no mistake, I don’t think this will be an easy fight. I’m sure she wants this win just as much as I do. But… is she willing to go as far as I am to win? Jinx, you are facing a true schizophrenic. You are facing a woman who is consistently in the thralls of psychosis. Victory and the roar of the crowd, those are the only two things that can silence the many different voices in my head. Glory, glory keeps the madness at bay. For that I would break your damn jaw. For that I would end your career.”
“More than that, Jinx, I need this championship to re solidify myself as a true threat in this business. You stand in my way and that, that’s a shame. For you. You’re going to see madness first hand. Will you survive? Will you win? Will Madwoman be able to keep herself compose enough not to break a bitch? The only way to find out is to tune in to Revolution. That’s right, fight fans, tune in and watch.”
Madwoman takes a crucifix pose in front of the rising flames.
“Watch as I unleash my madness upon ECWF. Watch as the hottest signing to ECWF in years takes center stage. Witness the birth of a new legend. Jinx will learn the hard way, just as every fan will, that Madwoman means violence. Because violence…”