Chaotic Carnage & Destruction
DEAD MAN WALKING
*The crowd grows silent as the lights go out in the arena.*
*The fans rise out of their seats cheering and doing the motions to Rollin'. The Undertaker comes out from behind the curtain on his motorcycle. He is in his leather outfit with black leather biker gloves, and dead man inc. skull cap over his head. He revs the engine of the motorcycle and rides down the rampway. He slowly makes his way completely around the ring. Once he makes the circle he stops and gets off. He steps up the steel steps and high steps the top rope. He walks over to the corner where Liliane Garcia is standing as he takes the microphone from her. She hurridly exits the ring. The Undertaker stands in the center of the ring and raises the microphone to his mouth. The music dies out from the background and the fans sit down and begin to listen intently as the Undertaker speaks.*
The Undertaker: Now, I'm not here here to play games. I need to make this very clear. Scott Steiner, this message is for you and I hope you are listening, because you need to hear every d@mned word I have got to say. This is your destiny boy. Me and you, we have a little Raw match going on and the winner gets to go on and take a stab at the intercontinental championship. I have noticed that you seem to pride yourself on three straight wins, and you are expecting yourself to go on some huge winning streak and just walk all over the competition around here. If you haven't been paying close attention it just isn't that easy for you boy. You see son, this is how it works, you are a rookie around here. Me, I'm the big man, I own the yard that you are choosing to fight in. You're like a wild dog, and son, I don't like wild dogs running around my yard with their tail tucked between their legs. If nothing else you are barking up the wrong tree, your bark is worst then your bite, but my bite and my bark will hurt you just as bad either way. I am tired of not getting any respect in this federation. It seems everyone thinks they can just look past the deadman and hope that I become forgotten. The numerous people in charge around here haven't even wanted to book me in matches, mostly because of how bad I hurt people when I get in the ring. I demanded this match, because I demand respect from people. Steiner you can pop all of the steriods you want to pump in you, and you can get your freak on with all the blow up dolls in the world, but it will be a cold day in hell before you get through me. I intend on beating you until you are lifeless, just the way I like to see people like you. Little boys trying to play in the big yard when all they can do is run their overgrown and pre-mature mouths. You're nothing but a little cry baby, and to be quite honest I don't like you, and never will. I'm sure you couldn't care less if I liked you or not. What it comes down to is when we get in the ring and we go one on one this won't be a sing and dance like you want it to be. This is going to just basically be a me kicking your @$$. I won't play the games that you want to play boy, I fully intend on bashing your head in until you are d@mn good and bloody to make sure you learn your lesson about respecting me. You better respect me, you better respect my yard, you better learn to respect this business, and you better learn to respect these fans. I have busted my @$$ for years around here and I will be d@mned if some little lucky strike kid is going to dis-respect it that much. After the match and I have reigned victorious I hope you go in the back and tell all of your little buddies about how badly Dead Man Inc. beat you senseless and maybe word will start to spread that messing with the dead man is one giant mistake. I'm thinking that the intercontinental championship, probably won't look to bad around my shoulder when I come riding down to this ring, and you steiner you are my ticket to getting there. After you take your first loss in the federation to me, I will be seeing probably Chris Jericho another whine bag for my championship. Steiner I hope you are working as hard as you can to get prepared, and I hope that you bring me all that you have in the ring. If you aren't a God fearing, praying man, then now would probably be a good time to start. After I lay your @$$ out it may be too late once the match is over. I will be taking you straight to hell, hopefully you can get yourself back out. This is just what you get when you run your mouth too much, and you get over confident. People like me like to put little boys like you in their places where they belong to be. When I take my foot and put it straight up your sorry @$$ you'll be dance around the ring, and I hope that one of those over inflated air muscles you have there don't pop during the match, because then you would be exposed as the little ten year old you really are. Just another punk, and just another number for Dead Man Inc. As you will learn, when it comes to the superstars of the IXWF I am loved by few, hated by many, and respected by all.
*The Undertaker throws down the microphone as the music starts back up and the fans start cheering. The Undertaker high steps the top rope onto the outside of the apron and hops down to the floor. He gets on his motorcycle and rides it back up the rampway to the top of the stage. He throws his right hand in the air before disappearing behind the curtain. The music fades once again and the fans return to their seats waiting to see what happens next.*
*In the back The Undertaker whom arrived late this evening parks his motorcycle back in the parking lot area. He gets off and heads through a set of doors heading back towards the locker room area. Michael Cole comes up to him with a camera man. Everything can be seen on the titantron.*
Cole: Undertaker, did you hear about the comments that Steiner had to say about you earlier?
The Undertaker: No cole, why don't you tell me what he said.
Cole: In a short summarry he called Ashlee a b!tch, said the nWo was better than CCD, he said he would hand you your @$$, talked about how he recently took care of Team Immortal, called you a loser, and trash. He also mentioned that he is the real Bad @$$ and he would teach you a lesson. Even mentioned that he is your wife's favorite lay, and your kid's favorite wrestler.
The Undertaker: Is that so?
Cole: Yes sir.
The Undertaker: Well why don't you be sure Steiner gets this message relayed to him one way or another. Number one, so what if Ashlee is in charge. You can get over it, stop crying, the business is still going so still is the Undertaker. Ashlee, I don't know if I like her or not, but at least I am a man and I'll give her, her shot. So Stiener quit blubberring like a baby. As far as the nWo goes, maybe he doesn't know much about their history, but they have a long history of getting their @$$es beat by CCD. As far as he is with Team Immortal, I couldn't care less about his two recent glory matches. Hell son we don't have enough time for me to talk about all of the people I have walked over in this federation. Steiner is just yet another name to the long list. Now when it comes to @$$es being handed out, that isn't Steiner's job, because when he got in this match with me, he signed the official, CCD HYYAP. That's the Chaotic Carnage, and Destruction Hand You Your @$$ Policy, where oneof us takes whoever the opponent is and hands them their @$$ on a silver platter. Now it will be me taking out trash on this little boy, and how can he call me the loser if he is going to be the one down flat on his back after the three count? If you are wanting bad @$$ Steiner then you haven't seen anything yet. I will show you how much of a bad @$$ I can really be, and show you how much of a little b!tch boy you can be. Just because you fantasize about wanting to screw my wife, or have all the kids in the world chanting your name, since you love little kids so much that's your fantasy and your business the rest of the world doesn't need to hear about your dreams. You need to keep them in your head where they will forever stay. To break it down for you I am tired of hearing you go around whining and complaing about this and that, because frankly it sickens me to no end. When you come out here you might as well be coming out with a box of tissues and let those tears fly, because all I hear out of your mouth is "boo-hoo holla boo-hoo I'm so great and some more boo-hoo." Get over yourself, you aren't that great, and I am tired of you crying. If you want to let the tears stream down your face go on Jenny Jones and cry and she'll even give you a free makeover. How's that one sound Steiner boy? Maybe they'll do something about that hair of yours. Even though your mind is that of a ten year old your body looks like a fifty year old trying to look twenty five. Steiner your days are done, just give it up and move on. Stop glorifying your three matches with punks around here that I could have beat with one hand tied behind my back and that's for d@mn sure. Maybe in a few months when you stop playing with all of the little children and start getting yourself into some more matches with the big boys like me, then you might be considered a worthy opponent to even be allowed to have his @$$ kicked by the phenom in my yard. Then you will get a real dosage of what respect is something you lack a lot of. You replaced all of the respected you should have with a resaviore of tears and a whole bag full of whining, complaing, b!tching, p!$$ing, moaning and groaning. Just shut up would you? Stopping making all of the loyal fans and superstars who respect what this business is for have to listen to you cry. You should get over the fact that I will beat you and I will go on to win some more decorative gold that proves that I am one of the best if not the best. If you still keep going I may end your career so you better be carefull. I have no remorse for what I do in the ring, and the more beaten, battered, and bloody my opponent is the more I enjoy it. I sure as hell won't quit, so you better believe in miracles, because that is what it will take to beat me and I would put a money bet guarantee on that one. To summarrize for people like you who aren't overly bright and are too worried about bragging on themselves, come Raw I am beating your @$$, and I am going on to fight for the intercontinental championship. You need to stop crying about Ashlee, and you need to get over the fact that you have three wins. Just remember anyone around here could get three wins, but how many can say they defeated the Undertaker? Well, you won't be one of them. Interview over Cole!
*The Undertaker walks off back to his locker room. The screen fades after the dead man walks in the door of his room and closes it.*
OOC: A little short, but not too shabby.
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