Not much to know, to be honest ...
(Fade in on a gravesite marked with an inexpensive tombstone. On the tombstone is inscribed "Jane Doe ? - 1979". Sitting against a tree nearby is Angel of Death, holding a old-looking piece of paper.)
AOD: Welcome to the EUWC Rocko. You've made quite an impression. Yes, facing you is a daunting thought, considering your meteoric rise. When speaking about me, however, I found it intriguing that you would focus on my face paint, and my choice to wear it. You say that in "hiding" behind it, it will become what I am instead of the real me. Let me give you a little history lesson.
(He holds up the paper to the camera. It is a birth certificate, labelled "Kingston General Hospital". Under birthdate, it reads "July 20, 1979, 12:00 AM". Under Mother's Name it reads "Jane Doe" and under Father's Name it reads "Unknown". For a given name, it reads simply "Dante" in a failing script. It is signed with a simple "X".)
AOD: This piece of paper, and this tombstone are all I have of my true beginnings. A woman too battered to speak, with no identification on her, staggers into Kingston General Hospital, very pregnant. While in the emergency room, she delivers a seven pound, five ounce boy. With her last remaining strength, she scrawls what would basically be her last known words. My name, and an X for a signature. She would die shortly after delivery. Not knowing who she was, there wasn't much the hospital could do, and since there wasn't anyone coming to claim me, that meant that I would have to be put up for adoption.
(Fade to another gravesite, this time with two much more elaborate tombstones. The first one reads "Patrick Dean McLean 1966 - 1995" and the second reads "Jessica Frances McLean nee Parker 1967 - 1995". Angel of Death is sitting at a bench right across from the tombstones, still holding the old birth certificate.)
AOD: Let's fast forward a little, shall we? To the man I thought I was for seventeen years. Patrick Dean McLean the second. While not exactly living in the lap of luxury, we weren't poor by any means. A happy trio, my adoptive parents and I, until both were ripped from me in a car accident that I used to blame myself for. You see, Rocko, I was driving the car when we had the accident. Both of my parents were killed, and I escaped with a broken leg, broken arm, and severe lacerations to my head and neck. It was this self-imposed blame that drove me to violence, and the kindness of a wrestling instructor who was able to help me focus my energy into professional wrestling instead of random violence on the streets. It was he who introduced me to the thought of painting my face as an added effect for my character. Not to mask who I was, but to enhance it.
(Black Widow steps up behind him, placing her hand on his shoulder.)
AOD: It is with that purpose that my wife and I paint our faces. It isn't a mask behind which to hide ourselves, but a magnifying glass we hold up to us, amplifying our own unique personalities. You wonder if I know who I am, Rocko?
(He stands, and stares into the camera.)
AOD: My name is Dante. Adoptive name Patrick Dean McLean Junior. Married name Dante Donaldson. I am a husband, brother in law, son to three dead parents, son in law to two alive parents. I am a former LCW and EUWC World Heavyweight Champion. A ten time former LCW World Tag Team Champion. A former EUWC World Tag Team Champion. A former NeWA World Cruiserweight Champion and three time LCW World Cruiserweight Champion. A former EUWC Hardcore Champion and two time EUWC US Champion, and a former NWA-F World Six Man Tag Team Champion. At the age of twenty five, and after seven years as a professional wrestler, I am one of the most decorated opponents you'll ever face, anywhere. You certainly have your work cut out for you, Rocko. But don't ever question whether or not I know who I am. Because if I have anything to do with it, I will be the one who makes you stare at the ceiling as the referee counts to three. See you at Main Frame, Rocko.
(Black Widow walks around the bench to join her husband, and they embrace as we fade to black.)