[Fade up. We see Signore Balzaretti sitting in a rather dark room. Only one single candle lights up the place and the big man is staring directly at the flame. Romantic Italian music can be heard in the background and Il Padrino seems to be floating in different spheres. He is sitting at a table, with the candle right in the middle and a picture of a beautiful young woman on the other side of the tabel. We can only suppose that it is his late wife, Alessandra. Suddenly he looks up, the light of the candle filling his face with a devilish look, his long dark hair hanging down from the sides of his head. His eyes tell a sad story, but then, suddenly a slight smile comes across his face.]

Dark Warrior, he says, are you ready? His eyes focus on the flame again. I know I am. You know, when I first came to this federation, he pauses for a second, when I first came to this business, another pause, I only had one thing on my mind. He slowly closes his eyes and stays that way for a couple of moments. Still with closed eyes I wanted to make somebody responsible for what has happened to my life. I wanted to find answers. He opens his eyes again and stares at the picture of his wife. We begin to understand the pain he must be going through. Now I realized one thing, Il Padrino says with his thick Italian accent, I won't find any.

[He gets up and walks around the table. He picks up his wife's picture and sits back down exactly where he sat before. The scene is still looking pretty much the same, only one thing has changed, the picture has disappeared into his pocket. He focuses on the camera for the first time, and his eyes stay on the viewer for a while until he decides to speak again.]

Now I have changed my views of this business. Yes, I have always been the thug, the man who worships Mama more than anything else in this world. Maybe I come from a dubious background. But I'm a man without feelings. I'm not a machine. I'm not a monster. I'm Italian! Once again his eyes wander around the room, looking for a clue as to why he is actually here. I won't find any answers, I won't find any friends who understand me. My friends are in Italy, working for a smile comes across his face as we all know what he is going to say now Charity! My feelings, he continues after a little pause, I can suppress them for now. I have set myself another goal. Inflict as much pain his eyes wander to the candle, rest on the flame for one second and then quickly turn back towards the camera, his voice takes a rather threatening tone, as possible. I want to beat people up. Hurt them. Break their bones. See their blood flow. He gets up again and stands throning behind the table. Dark Warrior, he continues, you want to pick a fight with me? Pointing his finger towards the camera and does what seems to be an excellent Godfather impression You he pauses for a second, his finger still pointing at us want to pick a fight with both of his hands now point towards his chest me? Boy, you're in biiiig trouble. I don't care about the Hardcore Title shot, I don't need the gold, I have enough gold at home, he continues speaking in a fast way, I just want to do one thing, Dark Warrior, and that is to BEAT YOU UP! He motions for the camera to leave him alone. Now get out.

[He extinguishes the candle with his fingers and the entire area goes pitch black. We fade out as there is nothing more to see, wondering about what the man is actually talking about, and why his Mama means so much to him.]