Death: Took you guys long enough to find me. (shrugs his shoulders) It seems to me that things in the BWF arn't like home to me. I don't feel like I belong with these "kids". I'm older now, but I still have what it takes to show them up. Yet....it feels as if no one cares. So why should I? Why should I show my face to a place where no one gives a damn about me. I could be a major player for any side who wants to dominate the federation. Still I get nothing...no calls for help, nothing. Maybe they forget who I am..what I can do. Then again, maybe the ones like Ric Thunder think that now they can handle me. Before they shouldn't...so what makes him think he can now? Foolishness......thats what it is. Still...maybe I should leave...just retire for good. I can let Tori get into the ring and forfill her dreams again and I can raise Jessica. I have the money...god, that isn't a problem at all. I have the mansion that Jessica will always be safe in. But something inside says I can't give up now. Or maybe it was because I seen a little T.V lately. Maybe I seen what Rage had to say to me. Funny...I never once seemed to put him down. Yet, thats what I get. For him to call me old and to hang up my boots...that just burns me. It lights that fire of hatred and anger inside. The fuel that I need to really release the true death upon the world.
Death pauses and looks down once again at the tombstone infront of him.
Death: This grave...this body was my first. The first of many victims to my pyschotic rage. If only he kept his mouth shut, he might be alive today. But that was the faithfull day he turned me into a killing machine. I still can hear his screams in my sleep. The pleas for mercy....something I didn't show him at all. I didn't just kill him....I tortured him first. Made him suffer for some unknown reason. Cut off his fingers, sliced his legs open. And I cut out his tongue so he couldn't call for help anymore. Yes....disgusting things I know. I know I was bad and evil or whatever. I know what I did was wrong. That is why I go to this grave every year and ask for his forgiveness. Ask him to forgive that evil side of me for doing such bad things to him. If it wasn't for my medication, I would have been locked away, sitting on death row waiting for my time to come. Funny how things can work out for some people.
Death stops looking at the tombstone and starts to walk away from it. He stops at a stone bench and sits down.
Death: So this week I've been booked in a match. A match I could careless about. I got that fool Ecko for a partner...oh well. I'll team up with him if nessesary, but we arn't friends. I don't trust the man at all...but I guess I'll have to if I am to win. Then again, what does it matter? No one cares about me. I asked for a match with Blaze to determine the real European Champion. I held it and gave it up and they pretty much handed it to him. Do I get my match? No, that bitch Trish gives it to someone else. Thats fine...do what you will. You don't want some old timer bringing down ratings...I see. Now I've got Rage telling me if I don't want the World title to leave the BWF. Rage...what did I ever do to you? WHAT!!! Nothing other than hand your ass to you at Summerslam. And then, it was still respect between us. Your a great man Rage, but your also a fool if you want to piss me off. I might not be after the World title yet because I've held a similar title far too many times. I know I am a legend in some federations. I know that I can beat pretty much anyone here if I really wanted to. But you see Rage, I couldn't care less anymore about the gold. About the glory of winning the championship. I'm all about the pain, the blood. You were never in my sights. I on the other than, wanted to destroy Ric Thunder. To shut his mouth up for good. He thinks he can take me because he beat you. He actually thinks that he is the real deal now. I remember when he could barely say to words without screwing up. Oh wait, he still does that . My bad. Anyway, I know that Ric is a moron and I'm out to set him straight. And until I do, no one was on my hit list. But I seem to be thrown in matchs that are trivial to me. I don't care tommorrow night if you do win Rage. Good luck to ya. But don't go thinking that just because I don't care about our match that I'm a pushover. Don't go thinking that my age will be a factor in this match. Hell, Ecko can sit at home and read "Sam I am" for all I care and I will still give you the fight of your life. You know this Rage, and still...I feel your pressing my buttons for a reason.
Death gets up off the stone bench and starts to walk some more out toward the front of the cemetary. He turns back and looks at the camera.
Death: So why Rage? Why do you tempt me with your words? You trying to get me pissed? Well its starting to work. I have nothing against your personally Rage, but I will not let you show me up. You might be a top dog here, and I respect that. But I've been top dog in many federations, crushed many people beneath my boots. And if you wish to be part of that list, so be it. Tommorrow night will be pure hell for anyone in the ring with me. Rage, your partner, hell, even Ecko will fear me. Far too long I let the BWF push me aside like old news. Tommorrow night, that all changes. Soon, everyone shall fear Death. And they shall soon fear Tori. And while I havn't talked to her yet on the subject, if she wants to get back into the ring I'd love it. And me and her can become Tag Team partners like we were back in the WFS glory days. But anyway, the point is Rage, Ecko and whoever...you shall all fear me or respect me. Or both....because I am no longer going to be here to allow you to push me around. You want to talk smack about me, be prepared to get your jaw popped out of its socket. And if you don't like that....TOO DAMN BAD!!!
Death then turns and walks away from the camera and exits the cemetary.