I've always been known to everybody, as the One Man Crime Spree. As the Human Suplex Machine. I've had those names for a reason. They didn't just come outta no where. I didn't just have them suddenly. I earned those names. Every nickname I got, I got from somebody else. My nicknames are my reputation. They ain't some cliche' I made up for Entertainment. I've got em from dumpin' people on their heads, chokin' people out, and breakin' necks! I didn't sit in my locker room thinkin' of nicknames like some people do.

People like "Stone Cold" Steve Austin. Ya see, unlike me, Austin didn't get Stone Cold from his rep. Austin got his name from his fuckin' wife. Wow, good for you Austin. You got a good wife don't ya? She's always there when you need her. She's always there to give you a good nickname. Well Austin, there's only one problem wit' your wife. She ain't gonna be there when I kick your ass. Austin, over the past few weeks, me and you had a little feud brewing. We've been goin' back and forth, pissin' each other off. Well Austin, let's get somethin' real clear. I ain't somebody you wanna fuck wit' anymore. I wasn't somebody you wanted to fuck wit' in the first place. And now after all this shit you put me through...you have no idea. I've been takin' it easy on you the last few weeks. I've been real nice. Every time you hit me wit' a chair, or you attacked me backstage, or in the ring...I'll just dump you on your head. That's exactly what I did. You had that match with Triple H, and all I did was suplex you through a table. Austin, if you think that hurt, brutha, you ain't gonna be able to take what I'm gonna' give you eventually. Trust me Austin, it'll fuckin' happen. I guarentee you. I had enough of your shit. I had enough of you hittin' me with chairs. I had enough of you attackin' me from behind. I had enough of you in general. Quite frankly, I'm tired of hearin' your name. All I evah' hear is how Stone Cold was the first TV Champ. How Stone Cold was one of the greatest WWE World Champ. Well guess what? I don't give two flyin' shits about Austin. This ain't WWE. This ain't World Wrestling ENTERTAINMENT! This is Extreme Championship WRESTLING! E-C-FUCKIN'-W! This is Barbed Wire City brutha'. This ain't childs play. People get hurt here, and most of the time, it ain't on accident. You don't get to the top of the chain here by talkin' trash and lookin' flashy. You become top dawg by bleedin', cryin', and sweatin'. And trust me Austin, I done more of that then you'll ever think bro.

((Taz scratches his chin, as he cracks his neck. The anger still is evident on his face and in his eyes. But again he speaks.))

I have to say though, your quite a funny guy Steve. You crack me up. You sit there, talkin' about the ECW Television like it's a paper belt. Austin, you have no clue brutha'. That TV title, is the second biggest title in this business! That TV title is the title right next to the World Title. There ain't a real big difference between the two. And you talk about how that title means shit? Austin, it ain't just the World Title everyones put their lives up for. The TV title in everyones eyes is just as prestigious. Rob Van Dam held the title for 2 years, and everybody wanted that title more then anything. Hell, Robbie wouldn't have even held that title if I didn't make if famous. And yeah, I made that belt famous. I'm the reason everyone wants that belt. Before I held that strap, nobody even took second glances at it, just like you do. You think the TV title is shit. Well ya know what Austin? FUCK YOU!! You don't think that title is worth something? That's good. Then I'm sure you'll be more then happy to drop out of the Double Jeapordy match at Heatwave. You can just tell Paulie you don't wanna fight for that title, 'cause it don't mean nothin' to ya. All the better for me. That's one less person I gotta choke out! That's one less person I gotta drop on their neck! By you not showin' up, your makin' my job easy! But what I wanna know, is the real reason why you don't want that title. I wanna know the truth Austin. 'Cause from what I can tell, I don't think it's because you think it's trash. I don't think you think it ain't worth nuttin. Because everybody KNOWS, it's somethin'. So what is it? Is it because you know, every second you held that title, Taz was ready to beat your ass for it? Is it because you know, if you got that title in your dirty little mits, you got Taz on yo' ass, ready to kill you for it? Is it because you know TAZ, THE HUMAN SUPLEX MACHINE, WATCHED YOUR EVERY FUCKIN' MOVE WITH THAT TITLE AROUND YA WAIST?!! Austin, I can see it in your eyes. Your afraid of me. You don't want to fight me. That's aight Austin, your not a pussy cause of that. I won't hold it against ya. Cause you ain't the only one that's afraid of me. You ain't the only one that is scared of me.

((Taz smirks, but only for a second before another look of rage crosses his face.))

I know someone else that pisses himself, everytime he thinks about me. Chris Jericho. Yea Chris, I know yo' little secret. I know what you think when you look at me. You think that I'm a fuckin' ragin' lunatic. You think I don't belong in that ring. You know what I'm capable of, and brutha' yo' scared of me. I don't blame ya eitha' Chris. It ain't yo' fault ya scared of me. It's just the way things are. It's too bad ya in the thick of things as well. On Tuesday, Hardcore Television, you got me one on one. Jericho, I can't wait brutha. You got no clue how bad I want you in this match. You have no idea how bad I want to choke you the fuck out. Bro, it'll be a good feeling to see ya eyes roll into the back of yo' head. To see drool run down your lip! To see your chest slowly stop puffin' up and down. When your passed out, that's when I know my job is accomplished. And Jericho, you can bet your pathetic ass, I will choke you out. It ain't gonna take long for it to happen. You'll be playin' with yo' pretty blonde hair, thinkin' how your Larger than Life. Hate to break it to ya', but yo' ain't SHIT in ECW! Sure Jericho, you were the first evah' WWE Undisputed Champ. Big deal. Triple H was a WWE Undisputed Champ too, and I hooked him, and dropped him! And you think your gonna be any different? You think your gonna show me up bro? I'd just like to see ya try. Jericho, yo' anythin' but a threat to me. I fear Sandman more then I fear you. I fear that lady you talked to last time you showed ya face, more then I fear you. Jericho, your a few inches talla' then me, you weigh less then me...and ya think I ain't nuttin? Brutha', just you wait. I've fucked up guys 2 feet talla' then me. I sent them outta the business with life threatning injuries. They ain't never gonna wrestle again, and all because of me. They sit at home now, watchin' me fuck everybody else up, while suckin' their food through a straw. And yo' think ya some big thing? Yo' think your a "livin' legend"? Maybe in WWE ya were. But ya in ECW now. You gotta deal wit' fucking Taz. The One Man Crime Spree.

Just think Jericho, this is all happenin' in 4 days. In 4 days, yo'll wrestle me. But get this Jericho..it won't be a fuckin' wrestlin' match. I guarentee you, this match will be ova' before you can say my name. You'll just think about what my name is, and before ya know it, your on ya back, the referee countin' ta 3. It'll be ova' so quick, it won't be called a wrestlin' match. It won't be nothin' to nobody. It won't even go into the record books, cause not a single person will give 2 flyin' shits about how Taz fucked up the biggest piece of shit in this business. Yo' just anutha' entertaina' Chris. Yo' ain't got no wrestlin' skill whatsoeva'. Vince McMahon only gave you everythin' you got, because you could please them fans by talkin' on the mic. You had pasazz. You had style. WHO GIVES A FUCK?! Jericho, I got held back because I couldn't "talk". Because I couldn't entertain. Frankly Jericho, I don't give a shit about any WWE fans. ECW fans are the only ones I give a damn about. ECW fans tell it how it is. They don't like you, they throw their beer cups at ya. They like ya, they'll cheer ya. If they're tired of listenin' to ya speak, they tell ya to shut the fuck up. ECW fans have respect for wrestla's, not just entertaina's like you. That's why all those fans out there are always chantin' my name. That's why they fuckin' love me. Because I don't throw a bunch of bullshit at em'. I say what's on my mind, break some necks, and leave. I don't gotta spew off garbage every chance I get.

Jericho, the only thing I got to say about you, is you betta' be ready. You betta' bring yo' A game, or ya gonna end up like the rest. Ya gonna end up in a hospital bed. Mark my words Jericho, cause I ain't tellin' you this for my kicks. I ain't tellin' you this for the helluva it. I'm tellin' you this, because I'm givin' yo' a fair warnin'. I don't wanna have to hear yo' pissin' and moanin', about how Taz crippled ya. It won't be my fault. When you hear my music play, that's when the "Wrestle at yo' own risk" flashes in front of yo' eyes. There's no lawsuits in ECW. If your pathetic career ends, there's no blamin' ECW. There's no guilt at all put on me, or ECW. The only person ya gonna even have to blame, is Paul Heyman. You can blame him for bookin' ya against the baddest, toughest, meanest, MOST SADISTIC SUNUVA BITCH IN THIS BUSINESS! Jericho, don't say I didn't warn ya. Cause right there, I just did warn ya. I told you right here, right now that wrestlin' me ain't good for yo' fuckin' health. Yo' wrestle me, and yo' might as well sign off all ya expensive merchandise to a loved one. Give all ya money to ya kids, and ya grandkids. Give ya house to ya motha'. Because I'm not showin' ya no mercy. Yo' step into that ring, and yo' step into the ring with a man that ain't holdin' nothin' back. I don't care what has to be done to get his match with other wit', it's gonna happen. If I have knock ya out, so be it. If I have to break ya back, ya neck, ya legs, ya arms, so be it. Even if I gotta kill yo' ass...if I gotta take the last breath outta' yo' lungs, SO BE IT!! It's your decision Jericho. Yo' a big boy, I'm sure you can make it all on ya own. But don't say I didn't warn ya.

Now Austin, I ain't done talkin' 'bout ya. Sorry Austin, but I still got shit to tell you. Whether ya gonna listen to me or not, I don't give a damn. Austin, yo' talk a lot. I'm sure ya look into the mirror every day, and practice what ya gonna say that day. Ya think about all the smart ass remarks ya gonna make. Ya think about how yo' gonna make yaself look good. Well Steve, let me remind ya of somethin'. What yo' say to me, to those fans...it don't mean nothin'. All yo' are, is all talk, with no walk. Yo' always walk around, ya head bobbin' from side to side. Ya tell yaself how ya the Rattlesnake. It's all one big fat fuckin' lie. I don't know who told yo' you meant somethin', but whoever it was lied to ya. Austin, like everyone else in this god forsaken company, ya worth shit to Paul Heyman. All ya are is another face to fill up his rosta'. Hell, I admit. Paulie don't even want me on it. He don't want TAZ, the Human Suplex Machine on his rosta'. But everybody knows that I actually deserve to be on that bookin' sheet. I deserve my every pay cheque. And when it finally happens, that I get that TV title around my waist, I'll deserve that too. How many fuckin' years have I done shit for ECW? How many years have I carried ECW on my back? When ECW was in the dirt, everybody stompin' on it, actin' like it was nothin', I came to the rescue, and made everybody realize we wasn't some cheap promotion. We was the real deal. But I still ain't gettin' no recognition. Well ya know what? I don't give a shit. Just like I don't give a shit about yo' Austin. At Heatwave, this shit ends. I ain't puttin' up with ya no more. At Heatwave, I solve the problem. At heatwave, I make sure I ain't gotta hear aboutcha', I ain't gotta think aboutcha'. And most importantly, that I ain't gotta look atcha'. At Heatwave, I'm gonna kick yo' ass.

Hell, you admitted it yaself Steve. Ya said yaself, that you study me every day. Ya said you watch my matches, ya watch my style, ya watch everythin' I did in the past. To tell you the truth, there ain't much to say about me. Everythin' you need to know, I'll tell ya right now. I'm a fuckin' wrestler, that can slap on any fuckin' move I fuckin' want, any time I fuckin' want. It don't get any simpla' than that. Even if it did get more complicated, it really don't matta'. Eitha' way, I'll stick kick yo' ass. Bottom line.

Triple H, yo' the man I really wanna talk about right now. Trips, yo' the man that has the biggest balls of em' all. You have that ECW TV title around ya waist. HAHA, good for you Huntah'. Yo' a special guy. But not special enough. You may have that title around ya waist now, but I guarentee, afta' Heatwave you won't. You think ya can take me? Oh, because I'm "short", and I'm "fat", I can't take ya on? Bro, yo' a dumb motherfucker if you think that. I ain't gotta repeat myself over and over. I ain't gotta tell ya about alll the shit I've done. All the carnage I've caused. It's all been said before, and I feel like it's gettin' repetitive. But that don't mean it ain't there. That don't mean it don't exist. Cause like it or not, it does. What's ur resume Huntah'? Ya ended Foley's career. Ya a multi-time WWE World Champ. Ya won every title in WWE. And now, ya won the TV title. Good for you Huntah'. Well ya know what? I don't care. I said this to Austin, and now I'm sayin' this to you. This ain't WWE no more. Just like Dorothy said in The Wizard of OZ, you'll say it in ECW. "Rhino, this ain't no pussy playground no more. This is E-C-Fuckin'-W, where Taz'll beat the living PISS out of me!"

Ya know what? I'm sick of talkin' about you bitches. I'm gonna leave yo' wit' this. At Heatwave, me..Austin, Sandman, and Triple H, all step inside that ring in a Double Jeapordy match. Which means two matches goin' on at the same time. The winna' of both matches face each otha' for the TV title. All I gotta say, is that match is gonna be somethin' ya won't wanna miss. Whetha' ya a long time ECW fan, like that guy that shows up to every show wearin' that Hawaii shit. Or whetha' ya never watched ECW in ya life..Taz vs. Austin vs. Sandman vs. Triple H. Sounds like a real fuckin' doozy. But everybody knows who's gonna be the winna'. It ain't gonna be some redneck bitch, or some alchoholic, or some jackass that thinks he's the business cause he's got a title around his waist. It'll be the fuckin' man, that broke more necks, then Francine sucked dicks. That ended more careers, then Paul Heyman pay cheques. That choked out more people, then Raven got beatin's from his deadbeat fatha'. It'l be..