DEAD MAN WALKING


KEEP ROLLIN' ROLLIN' ROLLIN'

*"Rollin" echoes throughout the arena on the loud speakers as the fans rise to their feet. The Undertaker one of the members of Chaotic Carnage and Destruction rides out from behind the curtain on his motorcycle. He sits atop the ramp reving the engine as the fans continue to go wild. He rides down the rampway and circles the ring. He parks the motorcycle, turns it off, and gets off. He's wearing his black boots, black leather pants, Dead Man Inc shirt, black shades, and black biker gloves. He climbs up onto the ring apron then high steps the ropes. He walks across the ring to the opposite side near the announcer's booth. He demands a microphone as Tony Chimel hands him one. The Undertaker walks back to the center of the ring and lifts the microphone to his mouth as the fans finally start to settle down.*

'Taker: Tazz, you call yourself the underdog. Well you may have never been correct, because I plan on putting your short stout little self in your place. You can say how much you plan on coming out the winner of the match, but it makes no difference to me what you plans are, because if my plans are different than it will be my plans what we abide by son. You make sure you remember that. If you would please tell me where "broklan" is and if it is any what comparable to where the brooklyn brawler is from than you are in sad shape. At least you realize that I for d@mn sure have talent. Anyone who doesn't realize that will get a nice big boot right in their face, hell maybe you'll get one just for the hell of it.

You honostly think you are going to hang on to that championship. Is that what you have echoing throughout your little head? Maybe you need a good reality check for yourself, but whether this is personal or not I intend in gaining myself some new gold that I haven't held yet. Your little tazzmission means nothing, and prez boy hear me loud and clear I WILL PASS OUT FROM EXCRUTIATING PAIN before I EVER TAP! You remember that Tazz, I won't tap no matter what you try and do to me, it just doesn't work that simply. To have the Xtreme title you need something Xtreme in your blood, but boy all I have seen out of you is a bunch of whining, crying, b!tching, p!ssing, moaning, and groaning. There's something for you to choke down.

I sure as hell don't give a d@mn about your past as if any of it means a thing to me at all? I don't care where you came from or what you have accomplished back then, because this Monday is not back down. It's you, and it's me and it's that little championship of yours. That is what it's all about. Not ECW, or being a bad @$$. You haven't seen bad @$$ until you have seen the American Bad @$$ in action. I will be in action taking care of your sorry punk b!tch @$$ on Raw. Do you think you are really ready for the beating you will receive? I don't think that you are truly ready, or at least you have put a perception in your head that you are. Your name isn't big, not yet, not until I decide to make it a big name, then you can call yourself big.

Go ahead and keep telling the world that you are going to hang on to your belt. You can hang onto dear life, but I simply don't care. You did for once say one thing that made the least bit of sense to me. That was the fact that you will be left battered and bloody. You d@mn right you are going to be bloody, that's how you lose the match. I'm not just going for a little bit of blood, I'm going for a whole lot of it. By the masses it will flow, because I will relentlessely bash your head in to do what I need to do to pry that belt out of your supposed "vice grip" clutches. We will settle this problem once and for all Spazzboy. I don't think you deserve to be the Xtreme champion. Let's have a real man take that spot shall we?

Kick your notches all around, hell bust your balls as hard as you think you can. Show me all of the brooklyn bad @$$ that you have I welcome the challenge. I want you to put all of your heart and soul into the match, because that just gives me even more of the satisfaction knowing that I whipped your thug dead @$$ while you were doing the best you could do. Many men have fallen to Dead Man Incorporated which will stay in business as long as there's still punk wannabe thugs like you trying to be big and bad @$$. You aren't anything to me, and you never will be. Just another victim as you would say, and another piece of gold for me to make as a notch in my holster. What do you think about that one son?

Tazz, the urban jungle? You have no idea what a jungle is. I jungle is where it's hot, where it's tough to live, where only the survival of the fittest counts for anything. You have no concept of that. I would say looking at your life that you claim you were raised as a thug, but you probably had big daddy big bucks shoving a silver spoon down your throat and now you are just rebelling. Your name is probably something like Reginald Arvitsu III. Don't tell me about choking people out around the world, you haven't seen anything about around the world. Dead Man inc has been demolishing opponents around the world for over a decade. Now that's leaving a path of destruction behind you, that is showing the makings of a true champion.

You will fall back now, you aren't getting a choice in the matter. Maybe you will have a chance to shine, but this is not your chance. If I have to make you fall apart at the seems, then so be it, I will tear into you however I have to pull it off. I don't like punks like you, but I like the gold that you have. I like behing known as the hardcore fighting Xtreme champion it sounds good. Tazz, son, you don't have what it takes to be the champion. You would be better off as the chumpion. It suits you much more. Noone cares what you have to say, or what you intend in doing or not doing. As I said before it doesn't matter what you want, it's all about what I want, because I make things go how I want by brute force. That involves taking you out!

Red Hook's favorite son is going to be no more, Red Hook the wannabe pirate needs to pick out a casket for you now, because you will be six feet under if need be for me to get my gold.

Dawn, what in the hell do you think you are doing coming out and boring everyone? Noone gives a d@mn about you being here, and I really don't care what Dawn wants, because as you will learn a harsh lesson in Dawn doesn't always get what she wants, and I will see to it. What you want is for your little buddy Tazz to hold on to his title and I'm sure you are willing to do whatever you need to do to ensure his victory. Well know this the Dead Man has no gender bias so if you want to involve yourself even though it is perfectly legal I will gladly thrash your sorry @$$. I will beat you just as badly as I will beat your boy toy spaz. You don't deserve to be here in this business. I have been and will continue to prove that Deadman Inc keeps rolling and there's no little b!tch girlies are riddlin deprived spaz boys that are going to stand in my way. You aren't a babe for any season nor a barbie doll. You look more like Spazz's mother. Pathetic explains it all.

You are not a manager of stars. You are not a great trainer, you haven't done crap for Tazz. If you are making our stars then this world is going to have a whole helluva lot of problems. You were much better off before you started speaking. Learn to keep your d@mn mouth shut, because it's going to get you into trouble. Trouble that you are not going to like. Dawn I told you once, don't make me tell you twice, because that involves two black eyes, you don't get what you want. That's the job of the dead man. I have, still do, and always will get what I want. I will give you enough money to take a cab back to whatever whore house you came from, noone wants you around here. Noone asked for you, and we are all sick of you. Get the hell out of here, before you make these fans even more sick than what they are.

Tazz, this is it. Get ready for our match. You get ready as much as you possibly can. I want you to reach down and pull out the thug in you. Show me how much of a bad @$$ you are. I want you to only show me the deepest extent of how extreme you are and can be. That's the only way I want this match to be. First blood, the most hardcore of extreme. The greatest lengths. In the end you will have just been my play toy in this game in the ring. A toy that led me to what I ultimately wanted, and that's the Xtreme gold. So tazz let me see what you have. You will learn how to respect this business and everything about it. As of right now you don't seem to hold any respect for it, but in my yard I beat the respect into you then you will learn who you mess with and who you don't. Choose your enemies closely. Do you really want another encounter with The Undertaker? I doubt that you do. Many people are only just beginning to learn the lessons of the Dead Man. I still have many more to go. You are one of the un-fortunate few that have to learn those lessons. So Monday Night on Raw Is War when I make you bleed for my championship you will have been the most recent to learn your lesson on dealing with The Undertaker! Not counting the fans only the superstars, I am loved by few, hated by many, AND RESPECTED BY ALL! Beat me if you can, Survive if I let you!

KEEP ROLLIN' ROLLIN' ROLLIN'

*The Undertaker throws the microphone back down as the fans once again go up in an uproar. He walks to the side of the ring and once again high stops the ropes. He hops down to the ringside and walks back over to the motorcycle. He climbs up on it and starts it as he uses it to ride back up the rampway. When The Undertaker reaches the top of the ramp in typical Chaotic Carnage and Destruction manner, he throws his right hand into the air as the fans do so also in a mockingly yet respectfull manner trying to mimic one of their favorite superstars apart of one of the favorite factions. The Undertaker rides the motorcycle back behind the curtain and in only a matter of time the music dies down and the fans sit back down in their seats as everything returns to normal.*


OOC: Sorry about the music, WWF is starting to do that to all of their videos because of the masses direct linking to those. It's tough rp'ing against too much action; and repetativeness, but good job Tazz none the less. I'll fix the music thing later. I know my ways around the system.

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