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Drive Type Wild Vice Captain
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 Posted: Thu Jan 20, 2011 9:51 am
From a hospital room, Lil' Wayne and Drake are live via satellite to overwhelming boos. In between the beds is the talentless b***h whose voice sounds like a blender trying to make a smoothie out of a chunk of metal, Nicki Minaj.
"Undertaker," Nicki begins. "Drake can't talk because of your actions. You nearly crushed his throat with a chair. And Weezy was unconscious. Now, given that these two are not wrestlers, Young Money Entertainment can bring about a lawsuit against your person down to the last penny. However, the chairman of YME- which happens to Lil' Wayne, who managed to wake up for the first time since your attack Tuesday night. And he has this to say to you."
The camera focuses on Wayne, who opens his beady little eyes.
"Hey yo, Deadman. We can't be there tonight because of what you did to us Tuesday night. But uh, you can rest assured, pa'tna- we gon' get back at you," Wayne says with a slurred voice before fading back to black.
Nicki: "Undertaker, the CEO of Young Money Entertainment and his associate Aubrey Drake Graham request a no-disqualification handicap match at Brimstone against you. Should you not accept their challenge, Undertaker, they will go through with their lawsuit. The choice is yours."
(Hopefully, get some Jarel intervention before Undertaker accepts.)
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Posted: Thu Jan 20, 2011 10:04 am
Jarel is shown in his office, a scowl on his face.
"Hold the hell on. Did you three pissant excuse for rappers just threaten me? Nicki, Nicki, Nicki." Jarel shakes his head. "Let me put you up on something. You lost your grounds for a lawsuit the moment Wayne and Drake attacked the Undertaker. Your rappers stepped into his yard, and attempted to take out the big dog in his own yard. So here's what I've got for you. I will leave it to the Undertaker to decide whether or not he chooses to waste his time with you. Keep a close watch, Nicki. The Deadman has been known to do some strange things around here, and I wouldn't be at all surprised if his answer isn't favorable to your precious little ears. If the Phenom accepts, you will sign a waver stating that any and all damage that the Deadman does to you, you cannot sue the Undertaker, myself, or XCW for. And good luck with whatever teh Deadman has in store for you. i for one, will enjoy it."
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Posted: Thu Jan 20, 2011 10:15 am
Meanwhile, the arena goes dark and a gong sounds. The Undertaker's music fills the arena as fog pours down the ramp and blue light fills the arena
Styles: It looks like we might get our answer right here and right now
Foley: The Deadman doesn't back down. Drake and Wayne should have thought twice before making this challenge.
The Undertaker steps out onto the ramp and the crowd erupts in cheers. He stands among the smoke for several seconds before slowly walking down the ramp. Behind him, flames burst up periodically on the stage. He stops at the end of the ramp, looking into his yard, then turns and heads up the stairs. Standing at the top, he raises his arms and rolls his eyes back, cuing the lights to come back on. The Deadman steps into the ring through the ropes and stands in the center, looking out into the arena. Finally, he walks over to take a mic from the timekeeper.
"Last week, I came out here, and I did what was necessary. I took the trash out of my yard. My yard is not a place for wrappers or celebrities. It is a place for fighters, for wrestlers, for warriors. Just because you may talk big in your music, does not mean you know the first thing about surviving a fight. Little Wayne, you were trash in my yard. As such, I swept you out of it. But then you had the audacity not to know your place, and you stepped back into my yard again. You had the nerve to strike me, and you thought you would just walk away. You and your sidekick got what was coming to you, a trip to the hospital."
the Phenom pauses as the crowd cheers.
"But now you go one step further. You dare to threaten me. You think that I fear the laws of mortal men. You threaten me with a lawsuit in the courts of mortal men, unless you get the chance to step into the court of the immortals. You wish to step back into my yard, and go head to head with the big dog. Apparently you do not realize the gravity of your actions. You do not fully comprehend what you are getting yourselves into. You do not understand the power of each and every person that steps foot into my yard every night. it's not just about the training, it's about the spirit. the spirit of the man or the woman determines how long they last here. I have been in the ring with every major superstar you can think of. I have defeated Hulk Hogan, the Ric Flair, John Cena, Batista, Brock Lesnar, the Rock, Stone Cold Steve Austin, Shawn Michaels, and any other great that you can think of. I have ended the careers of lesser men. This Sunday, at Brimstone, I will do the same to you."
once more, the cheers of the crowd interrupts.
"So in answer to the challenge you have issued, I accept. This Sunday, I will cast you down to the depths of hell where you will never, rest......in.....peace!"
taker rolls his eyes back again as his music hits the PA once again and he makes his way out of the ring, heading backstage
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