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[[ A faint ticking sound is heard in the shadows. A rustle, a deep breath, and a snort follow, movement happening in the foreground. The figure of a man becomes clear in the shadow, the lone light coming from a nearby building shines down on the man's taped up hand, letters reading 'F-T-W'. ]]

[[ You know who it is. ]]

[[ A whistle blows. ]]

" ...tick-tock.. tick-tock.. tick-tock.. "

[[ More whistle blowing. ]]

" ..who tha fuck wan's ta be tha firs' ta step up? Who wan's ta be tha firs' victim?! "

[[ Tazz cracks his knuckles, Fonzie's whistle blowing like crazy in the background. ]]

" ..I don' care who... I don' care how.. Week One is gonna have someone gettin' choked out. Someone's gonna step up ta Tazz.. and someone's gonna get their ass beat. See I'm jus' waitin' to get in tha' ring..  fur da Intercontinental Title Tournament Battle Royale.. not cause I give two shits bout some title.. but cause I wanna hurt somebody. "

[[ A twisted sort of grin spreads across Tazz's face before he resumes speaking. ]]

" It ain't gonna be pretty.. oh it ain't.. d'ere will be blood, d'ere'll be plenty of blood spilled on tha fuckin' groun' when i'm finished... see tha goal's not ta jus' send a message.. it's ta hurt somebody.. it's ta make 'em realize d'at they don' belon' in Tazz's worl'... tha goal is ta show 'em d'at I take d'is shit very seriously an' d'is business ain' no fuckin' joke. Tha goal is ta hear dere bones crack.. see dere blood spill.. an' dere lungs ta collapse at tha hands of TAZZ. "

[[ Alfonso goes crazy with the whistle moving right into the camera shot. ]]

" OH YEAH DADDAY!! CHOKE'EM OUT!! CHOKE'EM ALL OUT!! "

[[ Fonzie moves back as Tazz smirks once more and begins to speak. ]]

" Clock's tickin' away... time's almost up fer them poor fuckers in dat Battle Royale. This ain' no game wit' me.. chu either get some balls, step up an' get choked tha fuck out.. er chu sit back in tha corne'.. whimperin' 'cause Tazz is thirty feet away from ya. Forget jus' that' Battle Royale.. I'm sendin' out a open challenge, an' dat goes fer everyone.. I don' give a shit if chu're tha fuckin' Worl' Champ. If ya step in dere agains' me.. chu ain' leavin' on yer own power. Ya fuck wit' me.. ya get hurt. "

[[ Tazz starts breathing harder.. getting more intense if that's even possible. ]]

" Gamesradar Wresslin'... BEAT ME IF YOU CAN.. "

[[ He hangs the towel back over his head, his face now covered as he whispers. ]]

" ..suh-vive if I let you... "

[[ Alfonso goes nuts with the whistle again in the background as the scene slowly fades to black. ]]

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