Dark Metz
Stacy smiled. "It's like Vulture said. This place is home." Then the cackling of thunder struck and Stacy glanced nervously at the door. *The Undertaker Stood at the door like he did before, arms to his side hands spread lights flickering a bit*
*Theador Long binks in surprises.*
Oh snaps playa... Undertaker... what do we owe this visit?
The Undertaker stares at him for a moment and then stares at Stacy...
There is one who posing as me... he rides a motorcycle and wears a bandana, and thinks he is something he's not... Such blasphamy awoken such a rage within me...