Death: What do you want?
Man: I want my broom and mop. I've got a cleanup down the hallway.
Death: So what do you want me do to about it?
Man: Well, this is supposed to be my room, with my stuff.
Death: Your room? My name is right on the door.
Death then gets off his stool and walks out past the man. He looks at the door and sees it reads "Janitor". Death shakes his head in disgust once more.
Death: Look man, I have no idea where they put your shit. This was supposed to be my room, but it looks like management messed this up.
Man: No hard feelings sunny. Just keep your chin up, you'll be a superstar like Rage soon enough.
Death: I am a superstar dammit. I ALREADY AM ONE!!!!
Man: Clam down befor eyou give yourself a heart attack. Why don't you just go talk about your opponent or something.
Death: Opponent? You mean I've got a match already?
Man: Damn boy, you are pretty dumb too. Yes, your booked for this weeks Raw against Booker T.
Death: Look old man, I have had no clue about nothing here yet. No one tells me crap. But thanks for the heads up.
He takes off down the hallway until he reaches a reporter for the BWF. Death grabs the guy for an interview. The reporter doesn't look like he knows who Death even is at first. He stares blankly at him.
Reporter: Can I help you sir? You lost or something?
Death: Lost? Damn, doesn't anyone know who I am here. I'm Death, former member of the WFS?
Reporter: WFS? Hmmm..Oh yeah, arn't they another federation. Bigger than the WWE now, arn't they?
Death: Yes, we were winning the rating wars with them. But anyway, that federation is pretty much closed up until further notice. I hate being out of work, so I joined here.
Reporter: Oh yes, your the newbie. Welcome to the Badass Wrestling Federation. How can I help you today?
Reporter: Not too much. Hasn't won any belt with the BWF, though he did state he has over 700 wins.
Death: Seven hundred you say? Thats mighty interesting considering he is a loser.
Reporter: Loser? Why would you say that?
Death: Because when he gets into the ring with me, he will be nothing. No one ever has gone toe to toe with me and came out on top because they were better. There was always a reason behind my loss. In this business, you sometimes need to go with politics in order to further your career. If that means throw a match here or there, then that is what you need to do. But when I go for something, I'm focused. I've destroyed countless people in my time, and Booker T will be another victim.
Reporter: It sounds to me that you have excuses for losing in the past.
Death glares at him and grabs him by the throat.
Death: You listen good, I used to be a softy, but no more. No more will I be ruled by my employers. No more will I be buddy buddy with the guys backstage. In the WFS I was known at the Peoples Champion. Here, I shall be known as your undoing. Far too long I've tried to be Mr Nice Guy. Be the hero to the fans. Where did it get me? WHERE!?!?! No where...and that is why it has to end.
He then tosses the reporter back up against a wall. The guy grabs his throat, holding it why he looks up at the enraged man.
Reporter: I hope Booker T kicks the living hell out of you.
Death: I knew you would say that. I knew you would want him to defeat me. But guess what punk, I shall not be beaten. I shall do whatever it takes to get ahead of the game. As Ric Thunder how I beat him. Ask Julie Peyton how I destroyed half the members of the company she worked for. I made a mistake earlier by saying she was the owner. She wasn't...just an employee. An employee who saw me destroy offices, and lives in the ring.
Reporter: What the hell ever. I never even heard of you before. If you were so great, everyone would know about you.
Death: Or maybe your just too pathetic to know me. To fear me. You have heard of me before...but not from wrestling. But maybe on the front page of your newspapers.
Reporter: Newspaper?
Death: Oh yes, when they bring in a serial killer, it gets attention. When said killer only gets sentenced to a mental hospital for three years, that raises eyebrows. Why would someone who took life from others only get a minimal sentence...right? Thats because he was crazy, had split personalities.
Reporter: Your telling me this why?
Death: Because...
Death grabs the reporters collar and brings him close to his face.
Death: ....I am that killer.
The reporters face goes almost white as Death grins at him. Death releases the guys collar and the reporter quickly takes off running down the hallways. Death laughs to himself before walking back down the hallway toward his closet of a locker room.