:: IT'S TAZ!! The very roof is almost blown right off the building when Taz steps out from behind the Altar of Impact with microphone in hand. He walks down the aisle, every ECW fan on their feet. He wears sunglasses, a leather jacket with a black t-shirt underneath, black athletic pants, and black shoes. He definitely don't look happy. Of course, he never does. But like the last time we saw Taz, it's an extra anger. An anger caused by Steve Austin for messin with him. He reaches the ring, and climbs up to the apron. He steps inside the ring, and starts pacing it, the fans all chating "FUCK HIM UP! FUCK HIM UP! FUCK HIM UP!" Taz eventually stops in the middle of the ring, and holds the microphone. The fans are still going crazy, but Taz decides to speak. ::

Hardcore TV, somebody did somethin' they shouldn't have done! Austin, I'm talkin' about you, you redneck sunuva bitch!

:: A big pop from the fans. Taz starts pacing again. ::

Hardcore TV, I got beat by Chris Jericho. I got beat by the "Livin' Legend", Chris Jericho! All because one little dumb bitch, had to stick his nose in a match it didn't belong in. Austin, you made one big giant mistake brutha'. Yo' just made a check, yo' ass can't cash! And it just so happens Austin, I'M THE FUCKIN' IRS!!

:: Another big pop for Taz. Taz seems to be getting more and more angry after every word he says. He stops pacing once more. ::

Austin...your one dumb motherfucka'. Ya see Austin, I was already pissed after TNN. I was already mad. I already wanted to tear ya fuckin' head off, and piss right down yo' throat! But now Austin...shit, I can't even sit here and describe how fuckin' much, I wanna hurt you. My rage right now, I can't even begin to describe! Aftah' you cost me my match Austin, I went back there, and I tore up my lockah' room. I tore up everyone else's lockah' room! Hell Austin, I went and crashed my rental car, because I was so fuckin' pissed. Just like you, awhile ago I was just Taz 3:16. I was steamed, but I wasn't homicidal. I wasn't on the verge of breakin' everyone's necks I saw. But now I'm Taz 6:32. Ya know what that means Austin? That means, I'm twice as bad, and twice as pissed off! BRUTHA', I'M FUCKIN' PISSED THE FUCK OFF, AND I'M GONNA FUCK YOU UP SO FUCKIN' BAD!!!

Yo' look at me Austin. Look at me. I ain't fuckin' around no more. Yo' did somethin', ya shouldn't a done. Hardcore TV, you shoulda' stayed in the back and watched. Ya shouldn't a done nuttin'. But yo' go ahead, and make yaself referee. Ya make yaself a facta' in my match. Bad idea. Brutha', yo' made the worst mistake of yo' life when ya hit me wit' that chair! First ya Pilmanize me, then ya hit me while I was about ta' choke Jericho out. I had that blonde bimbo done. He was already tryin' to tap! He knew he was done for! But then you Austin, hit me wit' that chair. All I got to say now...is you better be ready for Heatwave. You better be on ya A game. Because I'm not goin' into Heatwave for the TV title no more. I ain't showin' up on Heatwave for these fans, for Paul Heyman...for anybody else. There's only one reason I'm gonna be there. And your the reason. Your the fuckin' reason I'm goin' there! Just to see ya face when ya finally realize, this ain't no fuckin' game no more! When ya hear my music hit, I wanna see ya eyes go real wide, and ya draw drop. And you bettah' know, I wanna see your face turn red!...your eyes pop outta ya head! YOUR FUCKIN' CHEST STOP MOVIN'!! I WANNA SEE YO' LYIN THERE, IN THE POOL OF YA OWN BLOOD, AFTER I CHOKED YOU OUT!! I wanna see ya eyes roll into the back ya head...I wanna see the look on ya face, when the thought of nevah' bein' the same runs through ya brain! Brutha', that's gonna be bliss! Maybe for once, I'll finally smile when yo' lyin' there, handicapped! Maybe I'll laugh, when I realize, yo' ain't evah' gonna walk again! Ya think gettin' piledrove on ya kneck was bad? Ya think gettin' hit by a car was bad? YA THINK ANY OF YO' INJURIES WERE BAD?!! Wait, till yo' step into the ring with the One Man Crime Spree! Wait till I hook ya, drop ya, AND CHOKE YOU THE FUCK OUT!! AFTAH' I SUCK THE VERY BREATH OUTTA YO' LUNGS!!

:: The fans are again going insane. Taz doesn't stop for long though. ::

Now Austin, I bet ya got kicks when ya stole my towel didn't ya? Yo' got all happy, and thought it was real funny when ya' went into my lockah' room, trashed my shit, and stole my towel. Then ya probably thought it was real cool when ya burnt it. But let me tell ya somethin'. What ya did was plain stupid. Wow Austin, ya barge into a lockah' room I ain't even in, and steal my shit. Good for you Austin. You probably feel real special. Well brutha', yo' ain't! It don't take that much balls to go ahead and do that. It's actually kinda stupid ya did. What was the point? Were ya sendin' me some kind of message or somethin? Because the only thing that did bro', was make ya look like a jackass. You wanna do somethin' that will really piss Taz off? I'll tell ya. You attack me wit' a chair. Burnin' my towel ain't shit. Yo' must be to stupid to realize, that my towels are real fuckin' cheap. It's not like I spent 50 dollah's on one. If I really want to, I can go down to a dollah' store and get a towel that looks exactly like the one you burnt. So yo' takin' my towel and burnin' it ain't gonna phase me Austin. It ain't doin' shit. So maybe you should think about the actions yo' doin'. Because not everythin' you do makes you seem like a rattlesnake. Not everything makes you seem "sick and sadistic". Sure Austin, bashin' my fuckin' skull wit' a chair is real sadistic. But the way I see it, that was the only sadistic thing you done so far. Yo' wanna prove to me ya sadistic? Prove it at Heatwave. It's me and you, one on one Austin. What more could ya possibly want? Yo' oppurtunity to kick the livin' shit outta me, and prove ya so sadistic is bein' handed to ya on a silva' plattah', by none otha' then Paul Heyman. So let's see what you got Austin! Because I'm tellin' you right fuckin' now, if you don't prove to me this shit, YOU AIN'T GONNA GET RESPECT!! If you lose to me, the whole world will know that your just a bunch of trash talk, and you can't back it up! But I know right now, you ain't gonna be able to beat me! My suggestion, is you tuck ya fuckin' tail between them leg's of yours, and get the fuck out of ECW!! MY COMPANY!!

::It seems everytime Taz says something they like, the crowd goes insane. Well obviously, Taz said something they like, and they go absolutely nuts. Every fan is on their feet, cheering for Taz, and holding their beer cups in the air. ::

I made ECW what it was! I made ECW what it is today! And I'll make ECW what it will be in the future! I've been wit' this company practically from day one, and I built it from the ground up! My bare hands, I choked out people, and soon people wanted to see the famous Taz! Everyone wanted to see the Human Suplex Machine, drop a bunch of pricks on their necks! That's what they got, and that's what they'll always got! Hell, I remembah' back in the day when I had a few matches wit' Sandman. They were brutal matches, that I came out on! I choked out Sandman! So just say Sandman beats Triple H, who's to say I won't do it again? Who's to say I won't beat the piss outta that sunuva bitch, just like I did a long time ago? Well the way I see it, Sandman...you ain't got no chance at all. Brutha', like I said, I kicked your ass awhile back, and I'll do it again if I have to. Ya can come to the ring drunk, high, tweaked..I don't give a shit. But whatever yo' pumpin' into ya system, won't help at all. You could put every 'roid on this earth in ya body, and ya still end up just anutha' victim! Ya still won't be anythin' for me to worry about. You never were, and you still aren't. You might say ya bettah' then me, cause yo' got a shot at Raven. Big fuckin' deal. You don't think that if I got the shot, I'd take that title off of him? Brutha', Raven ain't shit to me. Sure, Raven won the ECW Heavyweight Title 3 times. And Raven beat "the entire ECW rostah". But if I remember correctly, the reason why I got knocked out is Austin and a blindsidin' me wit' a steel chair. I'd be wearin' that strap right now if it wasn't for Austin. And ya think ya deserve that shot? Bro, you got that shot cause Heyman felt bad because of yo' "family" problems. You didn't work for that shot. You didn't earn that shot. Yo' got it cause you weren't there to have me, CHOKE YOU OUT IN THE GAUNTLET!! And Sandman, you can bet your ass, I would have made you tap out, or pass out in that ring! I would have made you JUST ANUTHA' VICTIM!

....Triple H, you think because yo' got that title around ya waist, that you run this company. Get a fuckin' clue Huntah', because you don't. Yo' a papah' champion to me Huntah', because you still ain't beaten me yet. Yo' can brag about how ya beat Austin. About how ya beat Sandman. But that don't mean two flyin' shits to me, cause like I said, you ain't pinned me. You ain't made me tap...and you won't. Trips, I'll give ya credit. Bein' World Champ is an accolade few accomplish. I nevah' could, simply cause Vince hated my guts. But that's beside the point. The point is, havin' a title reign for some other promotion, besides the one ya in right now, really doesn't prove anythin'. I've said it a million times...this is E-C-FUCKIN'-W!! THIS AIN'T SOME PLACE WHERE YA KISS THE OWNAH'S ASS, AND YOU BECOME CHAMP OVANIGHT!! YA DON'T SLEP WIT' THE OWNAH'S DAUGHTER, AND BECOME CHAMP OVANIGHT!! Yo' gotta bust ya ass fah' years, before ya can even come close to winnin' the World Title! Look at Dreamah! He's probably been the most loyal to ECW, declinin' every invitation to join the biggah' WWF. He stuck it out through thick and thin in ECW, and only got the World Title for 15 minutes. Some say he could be the best ECW Champ evah', but he barely gets the shot. And what Huntah', ya think ya any different? Ya think cause you got WWE runnin' through ya blood, your gonna be some unstoppable force? Well you bettah' realize and quick, that ya ain't shit to me. You ain't good enough to lick the dirt off my shoe bro!

And ya know, if ya noticed yet, I've left out the cheesy physical insults. The insults about how I'm fat, how I'm out of shape. That's so funny, I forgot to laugh. It's so fuckin' funny, I can't laugh on the outside, because I'm laughin' to hard on the inside! Even if it's the only fuckin' insult you can throw at me. Even if it is the only thing you got on me. Even if I heard that same fuckin' thing, 10,000 times and countin', from 1 individual alone! That's the only insult people have about me. That's only thing people can say. They ain't got no creativity. Why don't yo' come up with some new shit, besides I'm fat?! I heard it from everybody. Sandman, Jericho, Austin, Taz, RVD. Everybody who's "skinny" called me fat. Well if you think I'm so fat, how bout you say that to my face? C'mo Huntah', you got balls. Say it to my face. When ya on the ground, fightin' for air, tell me I'm fat. When ya on the way to the hospital in a ambulance, tell that to me! WHEN YA NECK IS FUCKIN' BROKEN IN 10 DIFFERENT PLACES, TELL ME THAT!!! You especially ain't got any room to tell me I suck eithah'. If my memory serves me, it was me that dropped you on ya head when ya won that title. I handed that title to ya Trips. Remembah'? I came out, dumped ya on ya neck, then threw Austin right threw a god damn title. I GAVE you that title. And after Heatwave, I'm takin' it back. And I know you want me to take it. Ya scared of holdin' it. I know ya don't want to, because ya bein' gunned for by the One Man Crime Spree. Ya know that every wakin' moment, Taz is sittin' around that corner, ready to pounce on ya, and choke you! And yo' know it! You know that I can get ya anytime I want. On the street, in the airport, in ya very own home Huntah'! Ya scared of me, and you got a good fuckin' reason. But after Heatwave, I'm gonna end all yo' troubles, and take that title from ya paws. I don't care how I have to do it, it'll happen. I promise you I'll stand in that ring after the match is over, and I'll be ya new ECW TV champion!

:: Again the fans blow up. They all start to chant "TAZ! TAZ! TAZ! TAZ!" as he just stands there. He still don't look happy even with all the fans cheerin' for him. But when the cheers die down, he speaks again. ::

This Sunday night, live on Pay-Puh-View...ECW Heatwave! Possibly the best match evah' in ECW. Double Jeapordy match. And ECW, you know I'm gonna stick to my word. When I say I'm gonna do somethin', I do it. And at Heatwave, I'm gonna choke out every sunuva bitch I have to, to win that title. Austin, I beat yo' ass once, and at Heatwave, I'm gonna beat yo' ass again. I did it once, and you can bet all the money in the world, that I'll fuck you up! I'll use every Tazplex in the book if I have to. If it gets the job done, good! Austin..JUST ANUTHA' VICTIM! Sandman, I ain't gotta worry about you bro. Cause whatever you got, I got that much more. Sandman...JUST ANUTHA' VICTIM! Triple H, you think ya The Game? Well I'm Taz, the Human Suplex Machine!