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As yet another BWF house show is about to begin, the fans are still buzzing from last nights Unforgiven Pay Per View. And as the talk of who won what continues, "Duality" by Slipknot starts to play over the speakers. The fans stop what they are doing to look at the stage. Red Pyro goes off and out from the smoke appears the man they love to hate..DEATH! With a flip of his finger, Death makes his way out onto the ramp. The boos and hisses rock the stadium which makes Death smile. He casually walks down the ramp, flipping people off left and right. Finally Death reaches the ring and climb up inside. He does a little spin in the ring, showboating off to the crowd. And as the boos get louder, Death reaches into his infamous trench coat and pulls out a mic. The music stops so he can speak.
Death: So, did you all miss me?
More booing from the crowd.
Death: I guess not huh. Too bad, because now I'm back. Thats right, morons and idiots, Death has returned. Now alot of you last remember seeing me in last months PPV. I was pinned by that jerkoff Ecko and he won the World title. But you see boys and girls, I don't see it as a loss for good old Death. Oh no, because the only real loser in that match was Ecko. He lost the European title to ME! Thats right, ME! He was the only one to walk into that match with a title and he lost it. But thats ok, I didn't want that piece of shit anyway. I told you all I wasn't in it for the gold and I proved it by handing it off to MTN. Heheheh....that caused quite a stir, didn't it? Not only did I vacant a belt, but I also pissed off Prez Trish Status in the process. Man, am I good or what? |
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Death: Now earlier in the week my dear Sister Julie told you all I was recovering from an injury. Kinda true...but not really. You see, I started to lose it toward the end of Summerslam. My medication wasn't working right, and well, I was talking to myself and Santa Claus. Pretty messed up huh? Its like a bad acid trip, but hey, thats been my life like forever. So I went back to Michigan to see my doctor and well, they wanted me kept there for "obsevation" or some crap like that. So here I am, put into that damn straight jacket again when guess who I see? My good old buddy Will "The Thrill" Westbrook. Now some of you that followed the WFS knows that we weren't on the same page. But things change when your mind starts to go. So not only did I return to the BWF, but I brought with me a new friend. HAHAHAH!!! After breaking out of that place, we both knew that we needed to be back in the ring. Sure, I might not have competely lost it, but that medication will NOT rule my life. And neither will the damn voices in my head. So I've come to the conclusion that I'm just going to beat the hell out of each and every single one of you as a treatment for my illness. If I get my aggression out of me, it saves some poor sap from being gutted by yours truely.
Death pauses for a second, then grins at the crowd. Not a normal grin, but a more sadistic one.
Death: So are you fools ready to play with the new and improved Death? And lets not forget my new friend..Will Westbrook. Together, nobody shall survive out onslaught. Together..NO ONE IS SAFE!!! Death has been reborn boys and girls...so mark your calenders. The coming of the end of the BWF is growing closer. Starting today, me and Will are going to tear you all to shreds. So if you value your life or pretty face, stay out of your paths. And if you dont like that... TOO DAMN BAD!!! HAHAHAH!!!!!
Death flips off the crowd once again before exiting the ring. He walks up the ramp and notices a fan with a Ric Thunder tee shirt on. Death grins at the poor sap, and drags him over the guard rail. Death then starts to pummel the man with lefts and right jabs. Finally Death picks him up and gives him End Times onto the steel ramp. After doing that. Death kicks the guy off the side of the ramp and continues back up toward the top so teh rest of the house show can start. |
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