World Wrestling Federation WORLD TITLE. This very name of a title brings goosebumps to the skin of the very toughest wrestlers. The name brings shivers up those same wrestlers spine. All for what? A worthless piece of gold strap that fits around your waist? More than that. The fact that you know you made the big time? Even more than that. For what? RESPECT! Yes, the word that the queen of soul herself, Aretha Franklin sang about. What the mafia base their life of of. As well as gangs do. Alot revolves around respect. Same goes for the wrestling world. And what seems to be not happening, is Tazz getting respect. Yes, the Human Suplex Machine, the One Man Crime Spree, doesn't get a whole lotta respect. But after tonight, Tazz is gonna get respect. He's gonna win the title. He's gonna be World Champ. The scene opens up outside on a very cold day. We look to be in a very run down part of a city. Graffitti is written all over the wall. And from the side of the camera, comes Tazz wearing a leather jacket, a black "Staind" t-shirt, and a bandanna. He gets in front of the camera, and looks into it with deep, cold eyes.

*Tazz speaks.*

Tazz: Tonight, on Raw is War, Tazz goes one on one with a pretty haired fruitcake, Edge. Well Edge, I'm sorry to say it brutha', but your gonna get your ass handed to ya, courtesy of Tazz! I've been waitin' my entire life for this day. To be able to say that I'm the world champion of the biggest known wrestling promotion, the WWF! It sickens me, to know that a piece of shit like you, could get this close to ownin' a title with such prestige. Only a few people that hold this title, may actually deserve it. Some people are just paper champions, and don't do shit wit' it. I remembah' way back, when the Big Show held the title. He too was a paper champion. He fought off against mid-carders, like Crash Holly, and Big fucking Bossman! I wasn't in the WWF at the time, but I shoulda' been, fightin' for that title. I woulda' took that title right out of that big motherfucker's hands! I wolda' been the WWF champion! But no, everyone who looked at ECW, thought it was just violence. No wrestlin'. Apparently, they nevah' saw me! I ain't called the Human Suplex Machine because I hit people wit' chairs, and throw em' onto barbed wire. No, I'm called it because I'll throw you every which way. I'll dump ya 6 times ta' Sunday, and you'll end up feet up in a hospital bed! Course, I'm called the One Man Crime spree because I hit people wit' chairs! But you won't hafta' worry 'bout that, 'cause I ain't gettin' DQ'ed tonight. Nope, I'll just beat Edge wit' my dozens, and dozens, of the most fuckin' painful suplexes!

Edge, I have a feelin' ya a little scared 'bout tonight. I heard ya on Friday, or wheneva' you said it, callin' me stinky. You said I need a showa'? Brutha', there are more important things than me gettin' a shower. Frankly, I don't think I stink. And if I do? TOO BAD!! I'm Tazz, if I wanna get a shower, I'll do it when I want. Not because Mr. Fucking Fashion, Edge told me too. It's really pitiful that you have to stoop to talkin' 'bout cosmetics to get yaself ova'. My hair? What does my fuckin' hair have to do wit' this title match? Brutha', if I were you, I'd be in the gym, gettin' myself into shape. Not in front of the camera talkin' how unfashionable people's hair looks! Edge, for all these reasons, I'm gonna be sendin' your ass outta this promotion, and back to the New York City Gay and Lesbian Pride Parade where ya' belong. You think I give a flyin' fuck about my hair, or my fuckin' STENCH?! Brutha', I just can't fuckin' WAIT to get into the ring with ya' and beat ya ass. I'm gonna enjoy rippin' out that blonde hair of ya's. It's gonna be one fine day, when I see ya lyin' on the mat, your scalp bleedin' profusely! Edge, I'm gonna enjoy every second of it. And you ain't gonna like it one bit. You think I care? Well I DON'T...you could die for all I care! All I want is that title to be around my waist, and I ain't lettin' you stop me. Hell, the only damn person that MIGHT have a fleetin' chance of beatin' me, is Triple H. Bookah' T, I already beat. HE'S JUST ANUTHA' VICTUM! Stone Cold I choked out. JUST ANUTHA' VICTUM! And The Rock and RVD? Well, The Rock I can easily do. And RVD? In ECW I did the deed. The Rock and RVD? JUST ANUTHA VICTUM!

Which leaves me to Triple H, The Game, The Cerebral Assasin. Heh, it's funny. Triple H has all these names, and it's almost as most of em' don't even apply to the sumbitch. The Game? Tell me Trips...what game ya' playin'? Because in my eyes, the only game your playin', is piss off the fuckin' pitbull named Tazz! And this pitbull could very well rip ya limb from limb. Not a very bright game Trips, not at all. Trips, I remembah' from pretty close to my debut. It was me and Triple H in a World Wrestling Federation championship match. I jumped ship to the WWF as ECW Champion, and I challenged ya, Champion to Champion. And when it looked like Tazz was gonna pull off the win...I GOT SCREWED BY TOMMY FUCKIN' DREAMA'!! Well Trips, I can guarentee there ain't gonna be no ECW guys interferin', pissin' me the hell off. You wanna know why? BECAUSE E-C-FUCKIN'-W AIN'T AROUND NO MORE!! It's WWF, and only the WWF! And there can only be one fuckin' champion around here, and I can't see you wearin' my title! My gold! I must say though Trips, you got it pretty easy for this little elimination round or whateva' Vince is callin' it. Sure, ya the last match before the Battle Royal. Big fuckin' deal!! At least my competiton actually showed their face! You?