Record: 00 - 00 - 00
Next Match:
vs. Jeremy Wilson
Stipulation:
Singles Match
Event:
Backlash
Accomplishments: Soon To Come.
Prologue: Every thing on the face of earth since the beginning of time has it's men, it's people that are symbolic and signified with it for ever. A person that once it's name is uttered everyone knows who they are, what they did... why? because they left an impact on the business like no other. The National Hockey League has Wayne Gretzky, The National Basketball Association has Michael Jordan, Professional Golf has Tiger Woods, Major League Baseball has Sammy Sossa. Then come the world of Professional Wrestling, also referred to as Sports Entertainment. When one thinks of Professional Wrestling -"Sports Entertainment", they think of the already established greats such as 'Hollywood' Hulk Hogan, The Macho Man, Andre 'The Giant', Ric Flair, even the Master of the game, the head ring leader, Vincent Kennedy McMahon. But they all seem to forget one man. Since his debut back in November of nineteen ninety, they knew he would change the wrestling world. Arrived onto the scene guided by the happy, yet devious and evil, Brother Love. He stormed onto the scene a force to be reckoned with. Quickly he marked his place in the business and left a mark. A Man that did it all for the business. Even going to the point of reinventing the world of gimmick matches. Opening the door to many of the other gimmicks to follow. But revolution of gimmick matches that changed the wrestling world, has gone un-noticed to many, but some his loyal men and women, have not. They stick by his side, even to this point in time, as he makes his return, back from the dead. He is... The Undertaker. The Undertaker, a man that changed the wrestling world, and took the realm of Attitude and helped set it onto a whole new level, one where other eras would spawn from. Leaving a crimson, blood stained path behind him as he walks through all that stand in his way. A path referred to as the feared, 'The Decade of Destruction'. No man has ever been able to keep him down. No matter the beating, The Undertaker seems to keep on ticking and able to rise up from all odds. Hell in a Cell, Casket, Inferno, Buried Alive matches, tools of his destruction. Now, more commonly used are his two powerful arms, referred to by the Oklahoma's own Jim Ross as The Massive Soup Bones. A path that is lined and filled with agony, torment, pain, carnage, mayhem the very things that fuel his fire for pain. The very thing that drives the madness inside him. But as time moved on, The Undertaker always seeked to reinvent the man from the dead, the unholy force from beyond. Changing from the Grim Reaper and transforming himself into the Sadistic and cruel Lord of Darkness, leading his army of darkness -The Ministry. As they plagued the wrestling world. Soon enough it was time for a change, one that would rock the foundation of the wrestling industry. A changed would come and spawn the life of a new era in the Dead Man's Legacy. The Era of The American Bad Ass. Returning from the dead, as a ruthless, bone crushing biker form hell. The Undertaker opened up Dead Man Incorporated and vowed that all will learn to respect him one way or the other, too bad for many. The Undertaker only knows one way.... a beating! Now The Phenom, the Lord of Darkness continues his Path of Destruction unleashing it right into a new home, no longer in the home of World Wrestling Federation where it plagued and destroyed for ages. Now it's time to right a new beginning in the CMF - Criminal Minds Federation. The proclaimed Next Big Thing of the Wrestling Industry, vowing to take no prisoner's just like The Undertaker. But to The Undertaker it's all about one thing, kicking ass, taking names and making people Respect Him! He vows to lay waste to the Legends of the Criminal Minds Federation, at all costs. Even the well being of his own body. Nothing more then a small sacrifice to pay. But Pain is no stranger, no obstacle to the The Saint of all killers.
pieces.. falling to pieces...
find the man inside... the world has sat calm and collective, far too long. for
now it must open it's eyes and look forward at what lies before it. what is it
that stands before the world, in the shadows waiting to strike, waiting to move.
from shadow to shadow it walks, like plague, sweeping a nation. divided it is
strong, united it is a unbeatable force. one that no man has ever come face to
face with. driven by a hate for mankind it lives on, day by day... night by
night. it's soul an unruly one, it's eyes pierce the soul... leaving a scar, a
memory for one to remember. for now it is it's time, from beneath is will rise
and stand waiting, draped in a crimson mask, from head to toe... it feeds on
those less fortunate, taken their lives away, making nightmares of their dreams
and hurting those that are loved. for doomed to an eternal life of misery, it's
become unbearable, it's meaning and well being ripped from it's grasp. now the
time has come, the hour glass continues to tumble, ticking every second, as the
sand drips out, piece by piece.. ticking away time in the past, into past where
it no longer can be regained. to place where no man can go, making memories that
shall haunt the mind... making images, that shall drive the soul to an edge...
to that preverbal place where one walks a thing line, a tight rope, balancing
for their life, hanging on with all their might to stay alive... to stay in tact
and rise above the rest... oh what a tangle wave the world weaves... those that
give pain, soon face it again... the world tosses it a side and tried to forget
it.... but now... it's returned with a vengeance... with a agenda to seek out
those that did it wrong and bring, it's own justice to them... for now the
law... does not exist... rules... are meant to be broken and for that, they
shall... this is the unwanted calling... the thing that scares you at night...
the wind that sends a tingle up your spine, this is the what keeps you up at
night, then takes out of the equation... for now it is just the beginning... now
it is time to right the wrongs... the way it shall be written... this is a wake
up for the world, to show them just was reality is... to show the world just
what is true and what is fiction... this here is nothing more... then that which
is said.. this is...a RESSURECTION.
In the shadows of the night, the stars dawn down from the heavens, lighting the night sky with the light of the pale lifeless moon. The world closes it's eyes to sleep. While the grave yarders come out, ready to do their works, sleeping during the earth day, awaken at night. There the creatures of the night are out, feeding and doing as they see fit. The men and women walk the streets heading all to different locations. Not stopping to say a word, not looking to grab social times, they move and go, without questions or answers. Heading to make a living, to do their jobs they go, while others set out to party or begin to hurry home. There a young woman, medium height, with long brunette colored hair a firm body and well rounded figure walks briskly as he makes her way down an ally way short cut on her way home, trying to avoid all trouble that she could encounter. As she paces down the ally way, she feels a presence of someone else around. Looking from side to side to see if anything is near, but nothing but darkness can be seen as far as she can. As she continues down the ally, she grows more afraid and worried. She looks behind her as she begins to pick up speed and run. Not looking where she’s going, she hits something and comes to a stop. Still looking behind, she can feel the beat of a heart against her. The sound of one breathing can be heard. She turns her head and looks up gazing into a pair of ice cold eyes. There she sees, a set of eyes that no one will ever forget, as the creature steps out from the shadows revealing more of it's self, we see that it's not a creature, nothing more the Lord of Darkness himself, The Undertaker. As he steps out he looks down into her eyes, as she looks back in fear. The Undertaker lets out a sick and sadistic laugh, as she can only stand their looking into his eyes, stunned in fear. She turns to run and makes a dash for it, back down the ally, when there before he from the shadows emerge Viscera and Gangrel, side by side they stand blocking her path of escape. Killing her hopes of escaping, trapped in the darkness h remains. Her Maker at one end…..his minions at the other. Fearful for her life she breaks down in tears, knowing all too well she is helpless, nothing can save her now…nothing. As they begin to walk towards her, she backs off in fear hoping and praying to god that she survives. She once again comes to a halt after bumping into something. She turns around and finds herself prisoner at the end of The Undertaker’s hand. His giant hand wrapped around her throat, as she screams for her dear life, screams….in dread….The Undertaker lets out a sadistic laugh as he stares down at her.
'…You hear that, the screaming of
fear…her dreading what shall happen next. Much like someone shall be come at
Backlash.....They will will begin to realize that fear is within them all, as
they seek to escape, seek to survive the jungle, in a epic battle one which
shall send him on a hungering urge. One which shall test his knowledge
and skills... school is not out, but this
is not school... this is a life test, one where we shall separate the weak from
the strong. Make men out of these boys, oh how I look forward to see if they
shall dare stand oppose me and try to bring me down to my knees. They will try
and make me feel pain, try to hurt me without realizing he is only making me
even stronger, even more destructible! MORE... of what they call a
monster.'
'Oh but there is will be no man to save them, no knight in shinning armor, but only hopes falling and crumbling. Only hopes becoming lost causes. As men hunger, lust for the chance, for the opportunity to become the number one contender for something that has very little true power and significance, yet they continue to adore it, continue to praise and cherish it, like it has come from the heavens. Come to guide them to immortality, something they can never achieve. A piece of thin these men have turned greedy, and vengeful for. A striving battle, that cannot be one. Knowing too well that they cannot win, they still seek to battle, trying to prove something to all the rest. But some, think not of the outcome of the consequences their actions shall bring forth for them. No, instead they only think about capturing this beloved and holy piece of thin. They already live dreams of holding it, while for others its a life source. It's used to make them feel special, make them feel like they belong, when deep down inside they truly know they do not. Men like Jeremy Wilson who use it to make them self seem more then they really are, that use it as item to look powerful, like I said...to make them selves feel special and bring meaning to them selves..'
The Undertaker stares down at the young
woman, still tearing, as he grasps her throat even tighter. The Undertaker lets
out a sick and demonic laugh as the scene pans out and there Viscera and Mideon
come closer, and down by the Lord’s feet sits Mideon, his hand’s platted
together in a praying position. The Undertaker stares down at Mideon, who sits
their rocking back and fourth, chanting something. The Undertaker takes in a
deep breath before letting out another sick and demonic laugh, the ally echo’s
with the sound of the laughter.
The Undertaker stares down at the young
woman, still tearing, as he grasps her throat even tighter. The Undertaker lets
out a sick and demonic laugh as the scene pans out and there Viscera and Mideon
come closer, and down by the Lord’s feet sits Mideon, his hand’s platted
together in a praying position. The Undertaker stares down at Mideon, who sits
their rocking back and fourth, chanting something. The Undertaker takes in a
deep breath before letting out another sick and demonic laugh, the ally echo’s
with the sound of the laughter.
The darkness, lets up as the light begins to peer through…once
more revealing to the naked eye, once more knowledge those that watch from a
far....There we cue in, a dark, old, abandoned warehouse…location is unknown,
there the air is musty...old rusty machines sit still, lifeless and untouched
for years now…the walls take form with moss, green like that of
greed…there…empty the warehouse sits. Calm and quite...peaceful with a
disturbance…but soon enough, that calmness takes a disturbance,. A cold drafting
breeze blows through from the cracks in the windows. As the breeze passes by a
presence is felt, a strong force lies still in the warehouse, then there in the
center of the warehouse, there he sits, surrounded by his creatures of the
night. Draped in a long black cloak, on his throne…made of rock…The Lord of
Darkens, The Undertaker sits calmly. No visible light, none except at coming off
of the camera, darkness covers everything, hidden in darkens…all except the face
of The Undertaker. Eyes, ice cold, as they sits rolled back into the back of his
head, there he remains seated, motionless everything remains....the final
moments count away…as the hour glass begins to take it’s final
turns....
Motionless…nothing…not a movement is made, as The Undertaker
remains seated just like he was from the start not a movement of the body,
except for his lips and tongue...as he talks….
' The everlasting flame of life that cannot be extinguished.
The origin that cannot be explain. The spirit of The Undertaker lives within all
mankind. I shall not rest in peace. The world will witness the the havoc of The
Undertaker on this unholy night! Many times they have tried to destroy
me....wishing I would just go away. But what is it.. what have they really done?
The simple minds of mortal men, they continue to send me back to the place that
is my origin. In hope I will die and never return, but I have grown stronger,
wiser and more intelligent with the passing of the years, and shall continue to,
while these mortal men continue to lose their intelligence as fast as they have
grasp and achieved them. Tonight, is the dawning of dark daze upon the CMF, the
darkness is slowly sweeping in, engulfing the light... Another saga of good
versus evil, sadly... For this world, the gates of Mankind have been broken, the
army awaits it's command and on this eve, The Darkness begins it's takeover...
'
The remains seated at the throne as a
chanting can be heard in the distance. It grows louder by the passing second as
the world can only imagine what is going on, a door in the distance opens up and
into the abandoned area walks two straight lines of men draped in cloaks from
head to toe. There the center four men hold high a being on a long stretcher
type looking object. They place the individual down onto a table as they step
back and forma large circle around it. Three men step forward, each with
a burning candle clasped in their hands. They form an inner triangle
inside the circle around the table as they drop down onto one need. The chanting
continues louder and louder. There we see a young man with long brown hair, her
clothes cling tightly to her body, revealing his curves of her figure. Dressed
is a red shirt and black leather pants she finds her self strapped down to the
board on the table, as they continue to chant, her screams ring through out the
warehouse. The Undertaker slowly rises up from his throne as he walks in a slow
daunting pace away from the throne. He makes his way towards a table covered
with candles, their 
flames burning bright in the darkness. He slowly opens up a
book and begins to read passages from him, as he begins to chant them, something
which cannot be understood. He continues to chant as does the many druids which
find themselves around the young woman. The Undertaker raises his arms up into
the air as he begins to speak as he stares up at the
heavens.
' And so it has begun,
for Jeremy Wilson his shall be placed on the scale of life and judged
before the council, fail and misery will follow, but pass and you shall be
spared, but not all pass, only few have been able to. Only few have beaten the
scale, one where I stand tall as the judge, jury and executioner... On so the
eve of destruction is upon us, a battle awaits the world. A hostile environment,
it will be. One that shows No Mercy, you can beg and scream for it. But your
pleads will fall of deaf ears. Will become an unheard song, one of sweet melody
to my ears, oh how beautiful the sound is and all will shed a sweet tune, one
that will reek of dreadful agony to your ears. This encounter shall be one that
no man, nor woman forgets, they will look to the ring, constructed with
innocence by those of the CMF, with pain in their eyes as they remember this
horrifying night. It burns into their memory, there for life. And so it shall
come to be... this night draws to closure and for many... Their dreams, their
goals have sky rocketed. Reach the highest point in their minds, soon to come
tumbling down, shattering into pieces. '
The
Undertaker slowly brings his arms down and clasps them together before him, as
he stares deep down, a cold, angered feeling fills the atmosphere, as The Lord
of Darkness remains waiting, perched on the dreams of nineteen men, waiting to
strike down and tear away, waiting for the sound of screams to bellow through
the air. The ice cold look in his eyes is numbing, a chilling feeling over comes
all.
The Undertaker slowly walks over towards the body of the young woman
as she continues to scream in fear, to scream in agony like he is being hurt.
The Undertaker looks over her with his ice still rolled back, ice cold feeling
running through the atmosphere even colder and thicker now. He places a cloth
over her eyes as he closes her moth shut with another cloth. He continues to
chant as he raises a dagger up over her and brings it down slowly against her
neck, drawing her blood out. She begins to gasp for air, as Undertaker stares up
at the blood on the dagger. He slowly licks it off the dagger as he places it
back down.
The Undertaker slowly walks back towards the table there we
see the candles still burning bright. The 
Undertaker lifts one up and stares into the fame,
almost going into a deep trance. With one quick, yet deep breath he blows
at the candle putting it out. The smoke rising up into the air. The Undertaker
drops the candle onto the ground as he stares it at, breaking upon impact on the
ground.
The Undertaker clasps his arms before him once more as out from
the shadows steps Kane. Kane stares forward at The Undertaker, as he slowly
lifts his arms up into the air and brings them down, setting fire to the
warehouse. Kane stand starring at Undertaker who lets out a demonic laugh after
a very sadistic grin. The Undertaker stands tall, as the fire burns with rage
through out the warehouse. The Undertaker not troubled by it at
all.
'Alone a flame can do very limited damage. But
still effective. But once joined together with many others, that single flame is
more powerful, yet uncontrollable. No longer one, but many without guidance and
direction. Great damage and chaos is caused. Great worries are formed and heated
it becomes. An intense and sensitive blaze. Very much like tonight. Alone we are
effective in our own ways, put together in a ring, havoc is born and rage is
built up. Men in a war for supremacy. Oh how tonight will bring great pain, but
enough is enough. The hour glass runs out the final drops of sand. As the time
has come for the battle field to be lined with blood, sweat and tears. For men
to fall, and as one man shall remain the soul survivor of the nights on going
battle. There is no turning back now. This is what many want, the shot at a
chance... Now it has arrived and to get the glory, to get that shot Jeremy, you
must survive... Survival is the key...and Backlash... Jeremy, your hopes, dreams
and aspirations will....
Rest .. In ..
Peace ...
The Undertaker lets out a
long sadistic and demonic laugh as he extends his tongue out, like he has done
many times before. The fire continues to erupt in a out of control blaze in the
warehouse, as Undertaker stands amongst the flames untroubled by them. There we
gather a better look at the girl on the table and see that she was none other
then Sharmella Huffman, as it clicks in out minds remembering The Undertaker
call her Sharmella and talking about losing her husband. There we see hanging
from the rafters the symbol, the cross of The Undertaker. It hangs proudly and
within minutes erupts flames, as Undertaker lets out an even louder laugh. The
Undertaker has gather the army and is ready to rage war, he promises Dark Daze
for the CMF. Good versus Evil... The only question now is, can the General lead
the army to victory.
