Chaotic Carnage & Destruction
DEAD MAN WALKING
*As CCD's music blares throughout the arena and the fans get to their feet. The Undertaker rides out from behind the curtain on his motorcycle, as he stops at the top of the ramp Chyna walks out behind him holding the Chyna 9000. She fires the green pyrotechnics out of the gun into both the left and right sides of the arena. She sets it down then walks over by the Undertaker and crosses her arms. 'Taker takes off down the ramp and Chyna starts walking down the ramp. Chyna starts to climb into the ring as 'Taker circles the ring on his motorcycle. Chyna climbs through the ropes and walks to the middle of the ring while the Undertaker parks his bike and gets off. He steps up onto the ring apron then high steps the rope. He walks to the corner and demands a microphone as Tony Chimel hands him one. He joins Chyna in the middle of the IXWF Ring.*
'Taker: You know I was sitting in the back and I finally came to the realization that the wolf pac is nothing more than a wannabe degenerate little group of nobodies. They don't like to talk too much and when they do they make everyone wish they would have just kept their mouths shut. You know I'm looking forward to kicking the crap out of these little punk b!tch @$$ wannabes who act like they mean anything to this federation. Boys let me teach you a quick lesson, you don't mean sh!t to this company. You see the foundation of this business was built on blood, sweat, tears, and respect. None of which any of you have put into it. You boys can hate me all you want, but I demand respect. If you don't want to give it to me, I'll beat it out of you, because I'll assure you that wouldn't be a problem. To see your sorry @$$es rot in the pits of hell would be just fine. You may disagree, but noone around here really gives a d@mn about you or what you want.
Kevin Nash, you may be tall, and you can call yourself all of the names you want to, big sexy, giant killer, streak ender, no matter what little title you tack onto your name it doesn't change the fact that I'm going to beat the hell out of you, and you big man will be nothing more than a two foot midget running around crying like the little baby that you are. You may be a big dog, but you sure as hell aren't the biggest dog, so boy when you step in that ring, when you step into my yard, you'll be whining like a little puppy and crying like a big baby. You will learn that you can't just walk around here acting like you own the place, because contrary to what you believe that isn't how we do things around here. I'll take you old school boy and I will show you personally how it's done in my yard.
Scott Hall, you drunk bastard. Hell you drink as much as Stone Cold, but at least he can handle it. You just stumble around talking like you are some bad @$$, but if you pay attention you would see that you are talking to THE bad @$$ of this ring. As far as I am concerned you can walk your scrawny @$$ down here and get what you have coming to you. That's this big boot straight up your @$$. When it comes to the supposed superstars of this federation I am loved by few and hated by many but I am respected by all. If you disagree with that let me take you to the old perverbial whippin' shed and you will learn why I demand respect out of every single one of my opponents that I step into the ring with. You haven't seen a thing yet boy. Come get yourself some, but in the end the both of you will Rest In Peace!
Chyna: *Taking the microphone from 'Taker* That is right Wolfpac, I'm sure you are thinking becaues you are a couple of big guys and the Undertaker is a big guy and I'm just a girl that this is going to be a cake walk for you. Well just for a quick lesson for you I'm a very big girl, and the two of you don't even compare to me no matter how much you wish you did. All you two have been doing is walking around getting your @$$es handed to you by one person after another, and this case is no different. I have shown so many of the supposed men of this federation why they aren't as great as they think they are because I have delivered more @$$ kickings than the two of you ever have or ever will combined. Keep dreaming boys, and keep wishing that you actually stood a chance in the ring with us.
Kevin Nash, my aren't we going to be fun? I'm not going to sit here and play games with you big boy. You are nothing more than a ten year old child stuck in the body of a middle aged man going through a mid life crisis. That's right your glory days have passed, and no matter how hard you try to re-capture them now you are just waisting both my time, your time, and the time of the fans. Throw your fingers up in the air in wolf pac fashion all you want to, but boy, you aren't anything to me and you know that. This isn't a game, this isn't supposed to be fun, it's supposed to be me whipping your @$$ just like any other member of Chaotic Carnage and Destruction would do. There's a reason we have that name, and it's because of what we do. So if you had to have a name that signified what you do in the ring you should be Crying Jobbers who need Lives.
Scott Hall, go ahead and have another beer, because you are going to need to be as drunk as you can get. When you agreed to be in this match, you decided that you wanted to invest into one pure bonified official CCD HYYAP! The special Hand You Your Ass Policy! Which is exactly what is going to happen to you Scott. Do you think that you are ready to endure all that you are about to? If anyone knows anything about enduring it's me, because the Great Wall of Chyna is long and ever lasting, something that can stand the force of time and attempted attacks. Scott you have absoulutley no idea what you have gotten yourself into, because otherwise you wouldn't be in this predicament would you? As The Rock would say Get Ready, because you and your partner, your asses are next on CCD's hit list. Prepare yourself.
*Chyna throws down the microphone and the fans stand up cheering. They two superstars exit the ring. Chyna waits for the Undertaker to start his bike up and start heading up the ramp. She walks up. As he approaches the curtain he stops, and awaits Chyna whom almost immediately joins him. With their backs turned they throw their right hands in the air then disappear behind the curtain.*
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