[-] Perfection of background sets the scenery in this production. A Small room filled with glamorous perfection appears in darkness. A large desk with a black book is holding the background to this picture. Lights, blue lights shine down upon the desk [-]

[-] A man crosses the path of the camera. Wearing a druid like trench coat he circles the desk and looks upon the desk as he tilts his head. He takes a seat and looks around. He opens the book and begins to speak [-]

[-] The Undertaker [-] Have mercy on the souls of all mankind. Have mercy on those who have fallen in petrifying tragedy. For those who have parted from this industry and succumbed to death in horrific fashion. They appeared to be once invisible nearly clutching there talents and professionalism of perfection. May it be told that even a perfectionist is bound to fall into an unpredictable plan that I consider the circle of life. Never can it be avoided or prevented. The flame that fuels your life is always under the control of your lord, or that is what you have been told to believe. In your own beliefs the facts still stand, no matter who you are or your importance to this society your days in the mortal world are bound to come to an end.

[-] Undertaker opens the book that is peacefully looming in front of him. “Deaths of Wrestling” is entitled. What’s seems to be a Biography of the late wrestlers that have been parted of this world we call wrestling. He swiftly turns from page to page revealing photographs of mortals such as Andre The Giant, Yokozuna, Brian Pillman, and Fred Blassie [-]

[-] The Undertaker [-] By the terms he wishes and pardons. Death has sent these mortals to a eternity of agonizing torture. Height, Strength, Talent, even as much of aggressive behaviors did not prevent these mortals from there horrendous fates. Take away the talent’s these men possessed. Burn there contracts in there respected brands and you have before you mortals without a cause. And as it concerns Hulk Hogan. Take away his persona, his obligation towards Extreme Championship Entertainment he presents. A human who holds no ambition, indeed an opposite in which he stands for in this industry. His perfection may indeed follow him through the realm of hell. However even a perfectionist has his day in which he must Rest In Peace. The crying of the souls of darkness has heard the talk, the rumors in ECE. “Hulkamania has engulfed Extreme Championship Entertainment and not even the damned could rid of such a sin “ Your Sorcerer sees what must be done. Darkness is Perfection.

[-]The pages are turned as he looks on another deceased man , none other than Rick Rude [-]

[-] The Undertaker [-] Have you paid your respects mortal? After all this man hits close to home. Your beloved home town friend. One day he was a champion, the next he was in battle with sting in Japan. Moments later his Vertebrates were crushed by the clutches of the Scorpion and his fall to his ultimate doomsday began. Sting crippled his corpse and never battled ever again. That was how weak Rick Rude Was. Now you find yourself in a quite similar atmosphere. I beg the lord to look down upon you and assure your mistakes won't lead to your own Fate in Joining Your Old Companion.

[-] He turns the book to the last page with a image of none other than Hulk Hogan [-]

[-] The Undertaker [-] An Unfortunate happing is in the air. By all means Death Waits For Nobody. From the ashes of a great man, a perfect wonder has risen a curse. A dark shadow has fallen over your soul, and your heart is full of terror and misfortunes. Every night you make peace with your so ever-loving associates that were too weak to handle death. Soon you will join them. As perfect as you may claim to be, all mortals are flawed with mistakes. You are not immortal, you are not a god therefore your days of your revelations shall be answered. The souls of Rick Rude and Brian Pillman soled there souls to the dark evil emperor himself. In return they consumed the big evil that terrorizes your society. They consumed there mind, body and souls with pills in which to get rid of the dark shadow that was lingering behind them. Every where they went, everything they did, they knew the grim reaper was slowly but surely taking every ounce of there life until they gasped in there last breath.

[-] He closes his eyes and looks in the air as he brushes his beard as he continues [-]

[-] The Undertaker [-] Your future couldn't be more clear Hogan. You thrive upon your perfection. Yet when you lose it for a brief period you are the lowest of the low when it comes to your race. How do you take losses mortal? Remember that night . . . Dead End ? You suffered a horrendous loss to an animal. Your weakness was revealed and you fell to a depressed state. Your Image and your credentials was torn apart by a common mortal mistakes. And here we stand. You have learned from your mistakes in the past and used them as your anchor is your common goal. Look in front of you and you are looking into the soul of a spirit who takes the souls of those that make common failures. I, The Undertaker thrive in bringing out the inner weaknesses in my adversaries. You Hulk Hogan Shall Be No Exception. I will stalk you, you will be my prey. Every step you take, every sound you make will be looked upon. Then, in that very instance when your perfect rhythm is lost, I will strike. Like a ravaged animal I will make play things of your abilities and talents. As I depicted. Your Future couldn't be more clear. History is repeating itself. You will suffer your next loss and succumb your difficulties as your apparent "friend." Your judgment will falter you. And one day as you are ridding your self of your burdens you shall pass out, in a room. Never to wake again. By the fault of the simple evils that have corrupted this society. Let me take blame for your fate. IT shall begin this Monday evening. For I am The Reaper of Men, The Chaser of Souls, The Beginning of Death. I am and forever will be the purity of evil. Hulk Hogan, Perfectionist have a price, you shall suffer yours as your last days in my slaughter house shall lead you to a eternity of peace. Rest yourself mortal and