DEAD MAN WALKING



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*Rollin' hits and immediately the fans get up out of their seats many of which are actually standing on their seats trying to get a glimpse of the Undertaker. They cheer immensely as he comes walking out from behind the curtain. No bike this time, just him with his black boots, black leather pants, black dead man walking inc shirt, black biker gloves, black trenchcoat that flows behind him, black shades cover his eyes, the Hardcore Championship over his shoulder, and this time a bandana tied around his forehead. Like a man on a mission he walks straight down the rampway. He climbs up onto the ring apron then high steps over the ropes. Lilian Garcia stands in the ring. The Undertaker takes off his trenchcoat and throws it down violentley. He also throws off his sun glasses as he walks over to Lilain and grabs the microphone straight out of her hands. She quickly leaves the ring and gets to the outside as the music dies down in the back and The Undertaker stands in the middle of the ring raising the microphone to his lips. The fans take thier seats.*

The Undertaker: Tazz why don't you do all of these fans and the superstars a like a huge favor and shut the hell up. Everyone is tired of listening to your crap Tazz. You are just p!$$ed because you lost your title to me. Well tough break kid, you made your mistake when one you messed with me, and two when you joined the nWo. The nWo is the downfall to any superstar. If there was even the slightest bit of respect left for you, then you lost it by going with then. All that you are now Tazz is just plain pathetic. So you want your hardcore title back, well little man I am right here holding it. I don't make myself hard to find, because I rather welcome punks like you to try and come and take it from me. I've noticed you like to count how many times you get a new thought to pop in your head, well pay attention, because you lost count in there. You think you are on about seventy three but if you pay close attention you are only on about sixty three. Most of those aren't even new thoughts. They are recycled thoughts. The things you say time and time again, it's pitiful how much you repeat yourself and what's even worst for you is that it's not going to do you a d@mned bit of good boy. It doesn't matter how much trash you can talk it's all about getting your butt kicked by me. It seems that you don't want to respect me and this championship. You didn't learn your lesson the first time to welcome back to the Dead Man's school of hard knocks. I am going to give you a few more knocks upside the head and this time you will be forced to respect me. Your leader Scott Steiner just got his butt kicked by me so what does that say about you who seems to be just one of his lackies walking behind him kissing his butt. It's sad watching guys like you stoop so low when you lose it all. You aren't going to be able to gain any of it back. That's right Tazz you lost it all and it's all going to stay gone. I will ensure that for you. I will go to every length I can to ensure that you don't stand a snowball's chance in hell at getting your title back. What makes me even madder is guys like you who run your mouths way too much. That just makes me even madder to the point that I won't even give you the benefit of the doubt. I will be sure that your times of being the champion are done. I don't like to play games with dis-respectfull little sons of b!tches like you Tazz. You think you are some thug boy, but Tazz I am just one hundred percent pure American bad @$$, and I don't think you are quite ready to handle this. Tazz you make me sick, sick and tired of even seeing you around. Anytime I have to pass you in the back I just want to floor you with a fist to the ground, but that's ok I can save it all for the match. I intend on doing just that, saving everything for our match where I tear your sorry rear to shreds. I will expose you as the whining, sniveling, little punk @$$ b!tch you are. The one thing you do when you get into a match with a member of CCD is that you put your signature on an official CCD HYYAP! In case you aren't familiar with this it's the Chaotic Carnage and Destruction Hand You Your @$$ Policy! That's where I beat you until I'm doing toying with your sorry carcus then I beat you some more just to add insult to injury and in the end I hand you your @$$ directly on a silver platter. How's that for a thug? You don't even have to try and hide the silver in your tights I am giving to you. This is your lesson in humility and respect. Respect for not only this business and what it stands for, but also this hardcore championship and what it takes to hold it. Looking past that it's learning how to respect those better than you. Tazz that's me, I am better than you and you need to learn how to respect that. Not just be but also the rest of Chaotic Carnage and Destruction. Learn how to respect each and every one of us or else your fate remains the same just one more @$$ kicking from a member of CCD. To be honost I am sick of hearing you speak so here's what I have to say about all of the mouth running you have done.

Tazz, I don't care if you have just decide that you don't want to be nice anymore. It's not your job to be nice, it's your job to come down to the ring and get your butt kicked by those better than you. You can go back to your old stomping grounds, but that old baby crip of yours isn't going to do you much good at all Spazz boy. One thing you will learn Tazz is that you may not want to be nice, but neither do I. If you want to see one mean son of a b!tch you have came to the right place. I don't like to play nice Tazz, as a matter off fact I like to hurt people. You felt the pain once before haven't you Tazz? Do you remember that? That wasn't very nice now was it spazzy? That's just how tough life is!

(Editor note: I stopped here, this is where I was going to continue replying to every message he made)

Tazz all in all you will learn what all of the others in the back have learned. Out of the IXWF superstars I am loved by few, hated by many, but respected by ALL!

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*Rollin' hits once again as the fans get back up out of their seats screaming at the top of their lungs again. The Undertaker grabs his trenchcoat and shades. He high steps the ropes to the apron then hops down to the arena floor. He walks up the rampway and reaches the top. Without turning around he throws his right hand into the air then makes his way back behind the curtain.*



OOC: Screw it.


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