Monster Killer (o2 Death)

[Matt Vander]

I'm Alive goes over the PA and out comes Matt Vander. He slowly makes his way to the ring, and climbs in and get the mic. DEATH. You were the one who got the win in our TLC match. I don't want that asstard Manticore to be a factor. I want you 1 on 1 at Metal Mayhem. I don't give a fuck what kind of match we have, I will be the one to finally end your title reign. If you do accept my match, bring your best, cuz I sure as hell will. Matt lowers the mic and waits for a response......

[DARKSIDE]

Fire suddenly explodes from the ringposts and on the stage, startling many of the people in the crowd. The camera scans the masses for a moment showing more than a few shocked and surprised faces.

"Doctor" Death soon walks out onto the stage to confront this challenger...

Sad! Pathetic! Whimpering little meat puppet! Your mournful cries are starting to hurt my ears, boy. If you wanted my attention, you've GOT it! I've come out here to answer your challenge....if only it will get you to finally stifle the screeching noises spilling out of that hole on your face.[/b]

The crowd cheers as Death addresses Vander....

Why am I not surprised to find myself once again having to answer to some simple weakling who feels in need of a second chance? It's your lucky day, maggot. I'm feeling generous. You've found me in a giving mood....and I'm going to give you all the punishment you seem so eager to receive!

You think beating me will be a simple undertaking? Well, son...theory is never quite the same as practice. You can "think" about beating me all you want. You can dream about it. You can close your eyes, break out the lotion and masturbate to mental images of you taking me down. Do whatever helps you sleep at night. When faced with the actual task...you'll find that everything you fantasized has been crushed by harsh reality. You are living a most dangerous lie. This dream of yours is bound to become your worst nightmare! A long list of fools have come before you, all with the same delusional mindset, and look what became of them. More importantly....looks who's STILL.....THE CHAMPION!

Know your place, worm, and accept your position at the bottom of the food chain. I will chew you up and spit your mangled flesh in your mother's face! You will curse the day you were extracted from the womb.

Your obituary has already been written, boy. All we need is valid time of death. You come seeking a belt of gold, but you will end that night wearing a tag on your toe. There are no celebrations in the depths of the City Morgue, little man. All that awaits you is death, decay....and failure!

From the second you set foot in this arena, you be confirmed "dead on arrival". Cause of death....terminal stupidity. Don't let your mouth write checks your ass can't cash, human. Otherwise, you'll just end up rotting in the Earth with everyone else.

Let me put this in words even YOU can understand, Mr. Vander.

I ACCEPT!![/b]

The crowd goes insane once again....

You want to go through Hell one more time? That's fine. It's your funeral, bub!

You......me........Hell In A Cell! Now, will that shut you up for a while?[/b]

Death just lowers his mic and stares at Vander from the stage with a vicious snarl....

[Matt Vander]

Matt brings the mic up to his lips...Do you think you really scare me? Ha! You look more ugly than that one guy in ELF who thinks he's a king or something. I will beat the Death right out of you and make you mortal once more. And to your little offer of a Hell in a Cell match, I say no! I haven't been so lucky in the past. I say we go to hell in a Steel Cage match!!! What do you say to that assface? Matt lowers the mic....

[DARKSIDE]

Really, Vander? "Assface"? That's your best line? And you wonder why you lose so often. Your mic skills are almost as insulting as your ring "prowess". Can you even get dressed on your own? Haha.... Seriously! You're not the main course around here. You're barely a crumb that's been swept under the table. You're NOTHING to me, boy!

You want a cage match? A match where your only hope of winning is fleeing faster than I can catch you. Nothing like stacking the odds in your favor, right? Running away is the game of a coward. Winning by showing fear proves nothing. A true champion would stay and fight until his dying breath....until his last drop of blood had been spilled...until his very soul had been extinguished. A true warrior would give his all in his quest for greatness. You? All you want to do is what any other pathetic human stain would do in the presence of Death incarnate.

JUST........RUN........AWAY!!

Didn't anyone ever tell you, Vander. NO ONE....can escape Death!

Try as you might, but you will only die tired. Heh heh....

The very same steel cage you wish to fight me inside of will become your tomb! You have chosen the manner in which you wish to perish. From now until Metal Mayhem, live each day as though it were your last. You don't know how true that statement will be until the night you met me....and your doom....within the cage of unforgiving, face-shredding....career-altering horror![/b]