DEAD MAN WALKING



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*A commercial plays but when it ends the cameras return to the arena and The Undertaker's theme blasts throughout the arena as the fans rise to their feet getting up out of their seats. They cheer and roar immensely as The Undertaker comes riding out on his motorcycle. He sits atop the rampway on his motorcycle with his black leather pants, long sleeved dead man inc. shirt, his black dead man inc. skull cap, all of which is concealed by his long black leather trench coat that trails behind him. He revs the engine a couple of times before heading down the ramp. He rides around the ring one full circle before stopping and parking the motorcycle. He gets up and steps into the ring high stepping over the ropes. The undertaker removes his trench coat and sets it on the corner turnbuckle revealing his shirt and long gold chained necklace. He walks over to the corner by the announcers booth and requests a microphone as Lilian Garcia hands him one. The Undertaker goes back to the center of the ring and raises the microphone to his lips.*

The Undertaker: Scott Steiner, boy I think you need to learn how to shut your d@mn mouth because it gets you in a lot of trouble. For your information your buddy Macco did not want to give the shot to Austin he wanted someone like The Rock who has been here for a while but never given a shot. It was in Austin's contract that he never got to use his champions right to a re-match since his only re-match was earned in an earlier fight. Shut your mouth when you don't know what you are talking about. The reason you don't deserve a shot is because you haven't earned a d@mned thing son. As far as what I have seen you have had a lot handed right to you around here. You and your nWo don't run crap. You are the lowest of the factions. You and Degeneration-X have had your little wars, but that's like watching kiddies play dodgeball. Chris Jericho the man who got whipped by Stone Cold is the supposed number one contendor why don't you go whine to him instead of calling yourself what you are not. So be your theory if you are calling yourself the number one contendor because you beat Triple H, then when I whip your sorry @$$ wouldn't that make me the number one contendor? I guess you are not as big and bad as you thought you were. Let me answer your other question about Austin, he has had only one title shot, the rest of the time he was the champion something you can only dream of. I think you have barely deserved your lower card position against Shawn Michaels. All you have done boy is come out here and whine and complain about how you should be the best. I have news for you, you aren't crap. You are nothing more than a teeny tiny sniveling punk @$$ed b!tch!! The nWo poison isn't enough to run through a snake let alone the IXWF. You think I want to be like you? There is not a man alive that wants to be like you. Sure as hell not me. If anyone is trying to copy anyone you would be trying to copy me. You forget I've been around a little longer than you and I know a helluva lot more. You claim you are going to make an example out of me, but you will do nothing of the sort. I will show you what I am really made of and prove one thing. You have no respect for this company or for anyone in it. It's time you learned a lesson in respect and what it's like to be a real man of the federation instead of a little boy like yourself. You think the nWo is so great and that you are reviving, but I am the only living dead man, past me nothing dead can be raised. I won't let someone like you continue to go around running your mouth like some big shot. You aren't even a part of this league yet you believe you are the greatest. Prove to me you are great, prove me wrong I am daring you to do so. The fact of the matter is, is that you mean nothing and are nothing around here. Everyone is tired of hearing you b!tch p!$$ and moan about this and that. You bore your fans and everyone around you who has to put up with listening to your bunch of bull crap. Go whine to someone else, because when you come around me I'm just going to beat the hell out of you just like what you deserve. That's all you have really earned, having your rear end kicked around. One thing you will learn about me and the rest of CCD, we will be respected especially by little punks like you. Our name is what it is, because of what we do and that's cause complete, total, and utter Chaotic Carnage and Destruction. All of your little buddies in the back know one thing. I am loved by few, hated by many, but respected by all. One by one they step up to me, and they all fall, and they learn to respect the reaper. The deadman has your number Steiner, your time of b!tching is over. We are all through with hearing you complain. Come step up and receive your reward. That's your @$$ on a silver platter!

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*The Undertaker throws down the microphone, his music starts back up, the fans rise to their feet cheering again, and he grabs his trenchcoat from the corner. He high steps his legs over the ropes onto the apron from which he hops down onto the arena floor. The Undertaker gets back on his motorcycle and starts it up. He revs the motorcycle's engine a couple of times then rides up the rampway. He reaches the top just before the curtain and stops. Without turning around he throws his right hands in the air as the fans do the same in a respectfull mocking motion. He puts his hand down and rides the motorcycle back to the backstage area. The music dies down and the fans return to their seats.*



OOC: This is just one of many rp's I have to take care of this week throughout my feds I'm in.


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