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| Why must you mock me so? I already told you, there were 2 of them and 1 of me! |
| Let me tell you something, right now, I don't want or need your crap. I wanna see you step in the ring, pick up a five hundred pound man, twirl him around, and drive his head into the mat for a 3 count pin, and then maybe you have the rights to tell me how I should have fought that last fight (which I wish to add that there were 2 of them, and just 1 of me). Not to mention it was, slightly dark. Yes I realize that there was a huge gigantic light RIGHT above my head, and yes I realize that the moon was full, and yes, maybe they were a little drunk, but they were the toughest adversa...advirsay..toughest pair of people I've ever had to fight. It was rough and tumble. But I don't wanna hear your junk about how "They were just 5 years of age" or "They were only a pair of girlscouts" cause yeah, that may be true, but I don't think that you could ever take me in the ring. I've held the World Heavyweight Championship title more times then you've eaten cake, and I feel I could easily smash your nose flat. Then I'd pick you up by your ears, and slam you down. Yeah, that'd teach you real good. I know that you two girls are still out there, and I know you're reading this, I challenge you to a fight, 2 against 1 tag style, and I'll show you who the REAL warrior is. Once I put you in that tombstone piledriver, and then slam you in the casket, it'll all be |
| The Undertaker, WWF wrestler of amazing potential, was beat up Tuesday by a pair of 5 year old girlscouts wearing skirts, and those little sashes that display their merit badges. |
| over. All this mocking will stop when I show them that, I, the Undertaker, can defeat small children without any effort, and I will show that I deserve that title more then anything! On another note, you know, it really hurts me when you call me names. I mean, I can take names like "Big Guy" or "Ugly", but when you call me the "Underwussie" or "The man who can't even fight 5 year old girls" it makes me want to cry. No. It MADE me cry. It hurt. It hurt really bad. I realize that I'm not perfect. I can't win every match. I'm no Hulk Hogan. And when you held up that sign saying "Hey Underwear, You couldn't even beat me." and I looked over, and there you stood, wearing a shirt of me as underwear, it hurt. I cried right then. I had to take all my sorrow out on my own brother Kane, who as of today just came out of his coma. I really didn't like the signs saying I was a "loser", or that I was "fat". True, I am a bit on the husky side, but who in their elderly age isn't? What kind of being could it take to hurt a man so badly? Why? The Undertaker was defeated on Wednesday, to submission, by Uncle Jim, janitor at O'Reily arena, age 102. The girlscouts have agreed to fight him again in January on Pay-Per-View. Order now! |