(Note: Yes, this is on the real board, but I'm just putting this up here in case...)*The camera fades in to the garage of the Gaylord Arena, where TAW Thursday trauma will take place. The camera searches around but doesn't seem to find anything of importance, just countless numbers of cars. However, a voice is heard echoing throughou the garage.*
Voice: I took the first step to my goals here in the TAW last Thursday. I have laid waste to my opponent and am set to do the same this week. All I have to say to everyone here is be ready, because once things get rollin', there ain't no stoppin', and the only thing you can do is get out of the way, or risk being taken out....
*Finally, the camera jerks to a group of cars. Nothing seems to be amiss. Then, someone walks out from behind one of the cars. It is Skid Rowe. He's holding a lead pipe in one hand. He walks out until he clear of the cars, then walks toward the camera.*
Skid Rowe: Last week, I took on the wounded bird known as Raven broke him completely. *Smacks the lead pipe in his palm for emphasis* So much so that he left TAW completely. An established TAW superstar beaten like he was a child. All this in my first week. This just shows you how serious I am right now. I have the ability to take on the toughest this fed has to offer, I've shown that much. Hopefully, the rest of the punks here will take this as a message that I nor the Dead Men Walking are ones to be f****d with!
Now, on to my match. From Raven to Draven. Kid, I don't know who you are, nor do I really care. I'll find out enough about you after our match. But if you think you have any chance of beating me....well, last week is all I need to say and all you need to see. And for some reason, the people in charge have called this match "Death Rowe"....well, it has a ring to it, but luckily, you won't have to see just how fitting that could be. I could show you, but prison isn't exactly in my plans. What are my plans, exactly? You'll see.....oh, and one last thing, if you and your brother or whoever this other Draven is thinks of trying anything funny....well...
*Walks over to one of the columns in the garage and picks up a spraypaint can.*
....Just take a look and you'll see what I mean...
*Skid then takes the spraypaint can, throws it up, and smashes it with the lead pipe baseball style, then walks away. The camera then turns to the column, where, spraypainted on the wall, this was written...*
"Live by your sword, die by ours."
That is the Code of the Dead Men Walking....
Live by it,
Die by it,
Deal with it......."