More boos errupt from the crowd as Death continues to speak.
Death: Now before I get to my match at Raw, I want to address a few things. Ric Thunder, your still kinda sore that I kicked your ass pretty damn good in the WFS. Hell, you had your chance to do it in the BWF and you failed in that tag match. You knew you were going to lose to me so you didn't help out your buddy Ecko. You made him feel the pain that was SO ment for you. But thats ok, you chickened out to save your own ass. Real manly of you to do that. But now here you are again, flapping your lips about wanting to show me who is the real wrestler around here. Saying you want my ass at the next PPV. Tell you what moron, your on. You think because you changed federations that your somehow better than you were? HA! That is a laugh and a half. Oh, and then you go on to say the reason the WFS died was because of me. Because I was the World Champion. Well, maybe I just am the poison that will destroy federations. Not because I suck like your tried to imply, but because I'm just that darn evil. Hmmm....well, that does sound kinda good. But we know the real reason was because the owner of the federation left and didn't leave anyone in charge. Thats ok Ric, you paint whatever picture looks good to you. But as I was saying Ricky boy, if you want your ass handed to you on a silver platter, so be it.
Death: Next on my list is to offer a kinda membership to Blade. You see, I'm not too sure if Willy is hanging in there anymore. And well, Blade, you impressed me last week. You showed the world that you got balls. And that means your good enough to hang with Death. So I'm offering you "membership" into a un-named stable. Same goes with Rage. He can join me if he chooses to. Its up to him. And speaking of Rage, I get to team up with him and Pyro to face the Dynasty.
Death: Now where do I start with these rag-tag group of idiots. How about Blaze. Yes, he does seem like a good choice. Ok Blaze, I've heard your spill about how I suck. Wow..that must have took an entire team of writers to come up with your material. I mean, what the hell, you got monkeys working for you? Have them locked in a room all day typing out shit so you know what to say to the oponents you face? I'm glad I knocked your ass to the canvas last week Friday. Here you are, talking all big about being unbeaten and soon to be the European Champion. Yeah, your unbeaten all right, and that is because your opponent has refused to show up to the ring. Damn Blaze, that is some bragging rights right there. Hell, next thing you know you'll be telling the folks at home that your not a complete moron. Oh, and what is this about me getting my clock cleaned by Ric Thunder? Dude, do you honestly know what your talking about? I've beaten Ric more times than you've beaten your meat. And believe me, I've heard that you get pretty lonely when your woman is away. So Blaze, did I ruin your plan to make the folks believe your better than me? Because lets face it, no matter what federation in any lifetime, I'm still going to dominate while you...well, you get your material from monkeys.
Death: Now that he is done, we go to Damon West. The "ringleader" of the Dynasty. The man who thought he was the toughest man around here. Why is that Damon? Because your black? Because you grew up in the ghetto? Because you were shot? Man, your starting to sound just like 50 cent. " I did hard time, I'm a tough ass now". HA! You know nothing of hard time my friend. You know nothing about being locked up in a padded room with nothing but a little tiny window for light. To not being able to move your hands because your arms are bind in a straight jacket. To know that your mind doesn't work like everyone elses. You see Damon, you might have went to prision for some shit, but you never did what I've done in my lifetime. I not only killed people....I would torture them as well. It would give me a sick senses of fullfillment if they would scream for hours before they died to bloodloss. I was a very sick individual, until the doctors helped me get my mind back on track. So Damon, you really know nothing of a hard life. But thats ok, I'm not going to hold that against you. You've showed in the ring your a fine wrestler. Alas, that skill you do have won't help you on Friday. I maybe a little rust still after coming off my injury, but I'm still man enough to take you down for the three count.
Death: And finally, the motor mouth of the south, ECKO. Wow Ecko, your insults never seem to stop amazing me. Oh way, yeah they do since you say the same damn thing time and time again. I get it, I'm older than you. And yes, you did pin me at Summerslam. But then again, you let me and Rage beat the crap out of each other and then you capitalized on it. I mean, you pretty much got your ass kicked throughout that match until the last moment. And before that you beat me one on one in the WFS which I inturn beat you back. So in single matchs Ecko we are tied. Oh, and lets not forget that little tag match in which your partner Ric Thunder refused to accept your tag. It was I who nailed you with End Times and pinned you for the win. That means overall, I'm still quite better than you are. But you see, I couldn't care less about that. Because how many times to do I have to prove to people that I"m still a dominate force? How MANY?!?! God, I'm getting sick of these games. Ecko, you got Rage gunning for you like a madman. And yet, you still want to talk about me? About how I offered membership to Blade. A rookie who I see alot of potential in. Jealous that I never did that with you huh? Too bad Ecko, deal with it. I might be starting up a stable that will destroy your Dynasty. Speaking of which, you talk about it like you were there are the beginning of it. If memory serves me correctly, you begged to be part of it. After it was established as a stable. So you jumped on the bandwagon thinking it would get you someplace. Well it did, right on the bottom of my boots. I will wipe the mat with your or any of your Dynasty friends on Raw. I'm not about to back down to a bunch of punks who think they are someone. Hell NO! You three shall learn to fear the word DEATH. Some say that fear is a four letter word. Death just happens to be a five letter word which means a 6'11" 325lb demon/man is about to kick your sorry asses. And if you don't like that.. TOO DAMN BAD!!!
Death then flips off the crowd before climbing out of the ring. By now the medics have taken the poor fan backstage and are loading him into an ambulance. Death gets on his motorycle and turns it on. He then takes off up the ramp and into the back.