Death: Hey buddy, do you know where the hell my locker room is?
Worker: I'm sorry, but who are you?
Death: DEATH DAMMIT!
Worker: Death? (raises an eyebrow) Are you some kinda freak or something? I mean, who calls themselves Death?
Death: I do, ok.
Worker: Right. Well Mr Death, but who are you?
Death: GOD!! (slaps his forhead) I'm a wrestler for the BWF.
Worker: Right, like Trish would hire someone named Death. HA, good one. Now get out of here before I call security.
Death: Look, if you value your life you'll just tell me where my locker room is. Because if you call security, I'll deal with them the same way I dealt with lowlifes like yourself years ago.
Worker: And how exactly was that?
Death: By killing them.
Worker: I...(gulps) Your kidding right?
Death: Do I look like someone who kids?
Worker: I guess not. Ok, if your really a wrestler, then who are you facing on Raw this week?
Death: I've got some punk named Lucky Parker or something.
Worker: Let me just double check, ok.
The worker gets on his nextell and calls some of his supervisors. They respond back with the fact Death is a wrestler for the BWF. The worker then turns to Death and appologies.
Worker: I'm sorry about this misunderstanding.
Death: Don't let it happen again. So where is my locker room?
Worker: Um, you don't have one. Your not supposed to be here tonight.
Death: Don't have one? Don't have one?!?! In the WFS, I always had a locker room. ALWAYS!!!
Worker: But this isn't the WFS, is it?
Death grabs the worker by the collar and draws him in close.
Death: You getting smart with me?
Worker: Umm..no, not me. Just tell me why your here tonight, and we can work something out.
Death lets go of the guy and pauses for a second.
Death: I want to address the crowd and talk about my match.
Worker: Is that all? This will be no problem at all. I'll tell management that you want to do that, and they will clear a spot for you. Just go ahead toward the stage. By the time you get there, everything shall be set.
Death grins and starts walking as the worker gets back on his Nextel and starts talking to management. By the time Death gets to the stage, they are already waiting for him. They turn on the titantron and the image of Death's name in blood letters and his flaming cross are flashing on the titantron.
Death: Well well well, looks like Ric Thunder suprised you all today. He showed he has some balls for once. Funny thing is, it took me to get him to act like a bad ass. I take it he didn't feel too happy with me ruining his celebration the other night. Oh well Ricky boy, deal with it. Nope, instead you get all tough, grab a bat, and start swinging. Its obvious that you watched Signs this past weekend, and took the phrase "Swing Away" to heart. I mean, Ric, your big a bad with a bat in your hand, arn't you? HAHAHA!!!
Death: Now listen Ric, because right now your going down the wrong path. You think because I said that I will one day come for you that you want to commit suicide and face me sooner. Think about it Ric, why face me so soon? Are you already suffering? Still sore because I defeated you in the WFS? What are the reasons Ric? Blah, it don't matter what you say, I am not going to dethrown you so soon. Oh no, I'll face you when I see fit. When I feel the time is right, that is when it happens. Now when you want it. Not when you expect it. So until then, you just do your thing. But always remember that I'm in the shadows.
Death: Ok, thats out of the way, and now I can talk freely about my opponent. Looks like good ole Death gets to face a man by the name of Lucky Parker. Lucky huh? Did you come up with that all your own? Did you used to be called Lucky Charms? Actually, that would be kinda neat if you were. But we all know your not, so we won't travel that path. But lets just say, if your lucky, then your luck will run out on Friday. I'm in the BWF to make examples out of all the pathetic excuses of wrestlers on the block. From this federation to the next, I'll be destroying lives. Nothing makes me happier than watching a grown man crying because his dreams are shattered. It pleases me , you get what I'm saying? Maybe not, but still, that is why I do what I do. Not for the money, though the money is great. Not for the woman, because I've got mine already. And not for the fame. No, you see, I do this because not only does is ease my bloodlust, but just because I can. I can destroy you and I will. Lucky, I have no idea what your about. What skills you got and if you can disco dance. And to me, it really don't matter. Because in the end, you shall fail in the ring. You shall fall to the might that is Death. I'm a unstoppable force when I want to be. When I put my mind to something, I get it. Always have in the past, and will in the future. And right now, I want to destroy you. To rip you limb from limb and watch you bleed all over the canvas. Just like a sick little painting, your blood will make images in the mat. And I, the master artist, will be pleased with my work.
Death: Now there is nothing against you personally Lucky, but you will not survive this match. I shall prove once again that I'm a dominate force. A force that you shall all start to notice. For Death isn't always the end, but a new beginning. So lucky, think of our meeting as not only the end of your career in the BWF, but the start of a new life raising rabbits or something along those lines. And if you don't like it... TOO DAMN BAD!!!
Death then tosses the mic to the side and exits the ring. Still getting a mixed reaction from the crowd, Death gets to the top of the ramp and raises his right arm into the air. This is usually his call for the End Times, but it seems to be his way of saying that Lucky Parker will lose to End Times this Friday Night.