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Posted by Death on June 4, 2004, 7:40 pm Death: God, its great to be here tonight. The crowd cheers loudly. Some are holding up "Death is my hero" signs. Death: Now in a few short minutes, this show will be started. In that time, I, Your Champion, shall defend my World title against Ric Thunder. There is a mixture of boos and cheers from the crowd. Death: Now earlier today, I've been around this wonderfull town and realized something. And that was that this place needs me as the champion. It needs someone of my calibre to show the others what talent really is. I demand respect from all those in the back. But do I really need it? Its a question that has plagued me for some time now. Do I really need to have them fawn all over me? The answer is NO! I have the fans and that is what is important. So what if Ric Thunder thinks I"m a dickhead. So what if he feels that he is the New Breed and I'm old school. It won't matter what he thinks when he steps into the ring with real talent. Thats right folks, good ole Ric is about to discover the meaning of champion. He thinks he knows what its all about. He thinks he can do it all. Hell, he said he watched the past greats like Riot, Widowmaker, Chris Jericho and that he can do what they done. What do you fans think?The crowd cries out loudly "NO". Death smiles with a sly grin. Death: That is exactly what I thought. No way in hell can Ric Thunder match those that I've mentioned. Hell, he barely matches skill with Hardcore Helms. Yet by some strange complex that he has, he feels he can carry this company. Because in all honestly, when your the World Champion, you set the bar. You show the others what it takes to be ontop. Sure, they will all try to knock you down and prove themselfs, but someone needs to be the champ. Someone with skill, fortitude, good looks...ok, scratch that last one. The crowd laughs at his joke. A female member of the crowd cries out "Marry me Death". Death: I'm sorry pretty lady, but I might be taken. Anyway, as I was saying, Ric Thunder thinks he has all the skills and talent in the world to be the "leader" of the WFS. And my friends, he doesn't. He never has have it nor will he ever. Its a thing he has to come to grips with. In all honestly folks, Ric Thunder is about as talented as Dustin Jobber. He is as smart as Thermo Man. I mean...where does he get off thinking he can be the best of the best? Just then the titantron lights up to show Ric Thunders little adventure in New York City. Death waits patiently for it to end. Death: Wow..that was pointless. I mean, fans, who do you want as your World Champion? The crowd starts to chant "Death" over and over again. Death: Thats what I've figured. You want me..your champion, to retain the World title. To show this loser what it takes to be the hero of the company. And as long as there is life in these bones, I shall do just that. Tonight is a lesson for this punk kid. Tonight, Death, the Peoples Champion, shall set him in his place. He isn't Championship material. He is barely second fiddle material. In all reality, he shouldn't even be here with me tonight. But since he asked to face me, I'm not one to turn away a challenger. So Ric, if your backstage listening to this..be prepared for the worst. You life as you know it will never be the same again. And before you go on thinking you will be the world champion, think again. This match will end your career here..one way or another. Everyone always quits after they lose to Death. Its only a matter of time. They can't take the fact they see me day in and day out. I've singlehandly taken out Big Steel, the entire Dark Carnival, Nytemare, just to name a few. After they faced me, they were never the same again and retired from the WFS. You will be but another of those fools who thought they were better than Death. And if you don't like that Ric..TOO DAMN BADD!!!! The crowd cheers loudly as Death tosses the mic to the side. He holds up the World title one more time before turning to the back so the show can start.
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Death is standing at the stage enterance, with his trench coat on, shades, wrestling pants, tee shirt and bandanna. His World title is around his waist as he motions for his music to start. The tech member gives the thumbs up and hits the button. The arena is already packed and waiting for the show to begin. suddenly, over the speakers comes "Creatures" by 311. They go nuts and chant "death" over and over again. Pyro goes off on the stage and out comes the World Champion. He smiles and takes off the belt. He then raises it up in the air for the fans to see. They cheer even louder. He walks down to the ring and slides in under the ropes. Death then goes to each turnbuckle and raises the world title into the air. The stadium is rocking from all the cheering. Finally Death goes over and leans over the ropes. A tech member hands him the mic so he can talk. His music cuts so he can finally speak.
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