[-] The cameras fade up into a room, the room is pitch black, with a golden strobe light going around. A man then is seen in the middle of the room looking at a hung up picture, the picture is on screen now, it is a picture of Randy Orton posing, cut in half, with his father on the other. Undertaker brushes his fingers across the picture, with his fingers leaving a streak through the dust. [-]

' perpetually evil ' The Undertaker : For generations.. The Orton's have glorified this business. But for two years, the third generation Orton, has turned his families legacy into total, and utter crap.

[-] The Undertaker takes his fingers and makes an 'X' on the frame. He steps back a bit, and raises his arms, as the whole room lights up. The whole room is filled with pictures from all three generations most memorable moments. Undertaker grins, and begins to speak. [-]

' perpetually evil ' The Undertaker : Bob Orton Sr. Such an ambitious person, and yet his ego drove him from the one thing he loved, wrestling. He accomplished a lot in his NWA career, being multiple time champion. He really was a great competitor. His wife, his soul mate gave birth to a young man, by the name of Bob Orton Jr. Now this boy, this boy was going to be a shoe in for success in wrestling, because his daddy was well known.

[-] The Undertaker takes a step to the side. He is now facing a picture of a man with his head high, and wearing a straw hat, that would be Bob Orton Jr. Undertaker looks at him with disgust. [-]

' perpetually evil ' The Undertaker : This man right here, he won the NWA championship too, how coincidental since his father was the same damn champion. How could the world of guessed he was going to be that champion? I came into this business without a representative, and with a Hundred pound weight on my shoulder. My life hasn't been all strawberries and oranges, it has been rotten tomatoes and spoiled lettuce. My only shot in wrestling was because of my size, I'm tall and have enormous strength, and I have the power to acquire souls. That is what the WWF saw in me, and that's exactly what they got, I am no third generation, or second, I am the first of my kind, and fear my words now, I am not the last.'

' perpetually evil ' The Undertaker : You see, Bob Orton Jr. He wasn't a protégé of his father, and every soul knew that. But then the Orton's continued to so helpfully, 'grace' our business with their great family. That's where I lead my conversation to the bases of Randy Orton, the son of 'Cowboy' Bob Orton. The boy I'm facing this week. Yes, you are but a boy, Randy. I despise your lack of respect to men like me. I am the base of this company! I am what lead the souls from the damnation of hell here! Men you see walking around here, were made famous by yours truly.

[-] The Undertaker throws down the picture of Randy Orton, with only shattered pieces of the once frame. Undertakers reflection can be seen through the reflections. [-]

' perpetually evil ' The Undertaker : Randy Orton,  your bed has been made, and now its time for you to lay in it. You say that is time for me to burn, well I burn every day I live, I burn with a passion, with anger for those that dare think they can out do me, that they can out wit The Undertaker. You Randy Orton know nothing, for I feel no remorse for my actions, I take them and I learn, I become strong because of them. Those that are laid victim in my path, are made victims for a reason, examples they become for those that dare look to cross the I walk. There is no light on the other side Randy Orton, you will find no happy place, no opened armed greetings... only pain and suffering, only terror and horror...Jesus Christ sacrificed himself for the well being of mankind, you Randy Orton, become a sacrifice to show the world, what happens to those wayward souls that wander too far, that seem to try and rise from the depths and try to stir the pot and cause trouble

[-] The Undertaker rests his eyes off all the pictures, and then out of his cloak pocket, he pulls out another picture...Of Randy Orton. He looks at it, as it shines, the camera gets a glow. He smells them, and then places them down on a stool.  [-]

' perpetually evil ' The Undertaker : Can you feel it? Life slipping away? Your almost there, touching it, then with the slip of a finger, with the step of a wrong move, a simple miscalculation... it's over... you have lost it all and nothing is what you now have.. can you think of life like that? how emotion less and pitiful it is. No longer in the running, now back to square on, from the beginning you walk the path, climb the ladder... again! it's like starting life over again, without a clue, like a new born child. Seeing the world for the first time... how your worlds will be taken away from you, snatched away like a thief in the night... oh don't feel sorrow, for it shall not help heal the wound, only make it bleed more... try... come to my world and walk my game, try and beat me... and see if you succeed... this is not a mere test... this is life. this is now, not tomorrow, or the next day, not yesterday or the day before that. This is the moment... the moment you must live. the moment you fight for and want... the one which shall make or break you... the single, the single moment... It is here, then the next it is gone. Within the blink of an eye... it all can change... for better or worse... till death does it part!

' perpetually evil ' The Undertaker : You see, scars are souvenirs you never lose, the past is never far. But what do you do? What do you do, when all your memories are razor blades? When everything you can possibly remember, hurts? What do you do? Just what Orton, must find out... for this moment in time will haunt him... it will burn a hole in his mind... for this is the outcome of his actions.. he is the man that walked the path he now finds himself on... he seems to think high actions don't bring consequences, well randy, it's time to learn, that what you do effects more then just you.

[-] The Undertaker places the picture in his pocket once more, and begins to walk slowly down the hall way adjacent from his current position. He then seemingly walks into a bright light, the camera is in gulfed by it, but then Undertaker is visible again, in another room, but it is dark. The Undertaker is spotlighted in the middle.  [-]

' perpetually evil ' The Undertaker : Pound for pound... drop of blood for drop of blood... I take what I get and dish out what I must... never do I come to war unprepared... Like a General I have my tactics, I have my plans in place, incase one comes to fail. There's another around the corner, ready to be used. To be put into action. A list of men, before Randy found out that when it comes The Undertaker... you never know what you can expect...and so the world saw too... but you Randy , you seem to think you know what is going to happen.

' perpetually evil ' The Undertaker : You two men are extremely similar, you both want glory, you both think that you are the absolute best. But there is another comparison that the naked eye cannot see, it is you both are ignorant to the fact of me. You both can say what you need about thee, but when it comes down to the bare truth.. You two have no idea, what the Undertaker is. I may be a legend, but to you both.. I am the enigma in your mind. That shall stay the same until our paths cross, and you are tamed.

[-] The Undertaker slowly raises his arms, and the lights are turned instantly on. The walls are not covered in photos, but in drawings. The cameras zoom into some of them, there is drawings of Dibiase, and Orton as horses. There is a dragon in the background thrusting fire at them. [-]

' perpetually evil ' The Undertaker : By Any means necessary.. many have preached it and never lived up to their words. Many have tried to live by it and failed miserably. Enough with the games! The games are over, its a mere child's thing. I will not play games. This is where I and the creatures of the night send a message, make it loud and clear... to everyone... that I mean what I say. The Undertaker does not play.. I never have... I never will.. I fight... I fight and and send sheer havoc and anarchy for what I get in life and I will not stop now... not to plays games or sing songs... Life is a fight Randy, I fight until the bitter end. There are no happy times. There are no happy days. Randy... fight will take place, brawls will happen.. but the war... will never be over... you need to realize, that people they pay for their actions.. Just like you Randy are going to pay for yours come Sunday night.

' perpetually evil ' The Undertaker : Time to send it loud and clear... I don't care who you think you are... how amazing you think you are . What you have done in life. That means nothing when it comes to me...Randy... you listen too... I send you a message and you will listen... for I will make it clear... you think you are some great force, something that cannot be stopped... some almighty single men? Lets see... how legendary you are when I am done come Sunday night. You .. will..

                                          ..REST IN PEACE..

[-] The Undertaker slowly makes his way out the door. The door slams behind him, and a brush of air is enough to have the drawings ripped down. The Cameras fade.

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