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"NOW IT'S ABOUT TIME
I STEPPED IN WITH THE GANGSTA LEEEEAN."
"Gangsta Lean" by Jim Johnston begins to play over the PA system as the fans in attendance respond with a mixed reaction, some of them cheering and some of them booing, as the Global Champion himself comes rolling into the arena in his trademark low rider.
The low rider bounces a few times before Eddie parks the car and then exits it and makes his way down the ramp and enters the ring, his Global Championship worn over his shoulder and a microphone in his hand as "Gangsta Lean" fades out to silence.
Eddie Guerrero: Well, well, look who decided to dust off his chopper and go for a ride. It was nice of Homicide to lend you his bandanna on his way out of the company this past week, holmes, I didn't know you two were tight like that. I guess that means Raw belongs to you now, right? Everyone knows that where Big Evil goes is his yard. Well if Starrcade is any indication of the fight you're willing to put up for that yard, then it shouldn't be hard for anyone that wants to lay claim to it to take it from you, people that actually consider this your yard, that is. If you want the right to call this your yard, you're going to have to take both away from me, and I don't think you possess the nerve to do either.
I hope you convinced yourself with all of that talk about Kane, because otherwise you wasted your breath. I'm not one of these weak willed, absent minded pendejos that allow themselves to be bullied into fearing you and believing that everything that comes out of your mouth is true just because you said it, that the world works according to the gospel of The Undertaker. You can try to distance yourself from it, but the truth of the matter is, while you claim that you don't care what happens to Kane or what has happened to Kane up to this point, baby brother is the exact reason you're here. Do you expect me to believe it's coincidence that as soon as Kane and I's rematch is made official, you come in here with a freshly signed contract? Keep dreaming, blanco, I know that you're here to defend him so that Paul Bearer doesn't have to. I know you're here to try and soften me up!
Eddie's voice has raised as he points at Undertaker in an accusatory fashion, visibly shaking from the anger he's feeling.
Do you think the things you've heard me say in the past are empty words that I strung together because I thought those were the best ones to make me sound intimidating? You think it's something I put on for fun? If that's what you believe, then sabes que, you better tell Michelle and the kids to turn the television off or watch something else on Tuesday, because if they don't, I promise you, they aren't going to like what they see. Because unlike the packed gloves and massive amounts of weaponry it would take for you to scratch the surface on dehabilitating me, all I need are these instruments of violence attached to my wrists, ese', all that...I need, is the opening bell, cabron! And when your brain is too swollen to send the signals to the rest of your body to pick itself up off the mat and the paramedics have to roll your dead weight onto a stretcher, we'll see how much stock that Big Evil owns in this yard. We'll see how much the locker room respects you then. Not only that, when Josh Mathews or whatever random guero with a microphone stops me after the fact to get my thoughts, we'll see how much remorse I show.
Eddie holds a cold gaze as he looks at the Undertaker, gradually lowering his microphone as Big Evil gets ready to respond.
I STEPPED IN WITH THE GANGSTA LEEEEAN."
"Gangsta Lean" by Jim Johnston begins to play over the PA system as the fans in attendance respond with a mixed reaction, some of them cheering and some of them booing, as the Global Champion himself comes rolling into the arena in his trademark low rider.
The low rider bounces a few times before Eddie parks the car and then exits it and makes his way down the ramp and enters the ring, his Global Championship worn over his shoulder and a microphone in his hand as "Gangsta Lean" fades out to silence.
Eddie Guerrero: Well, well, look who decided to dust off his chopper and go for a ride. It was nice of Homicide to lend you his bandanna on his way out of the company this past week, holmes, I didn't know you two were tight like that. I guess that means Raw belongs to you now, right? Everyone knows that where Big Evil goes is his yard. Well if Starrcade is any indication of the fight you're willing to put up for that yard, then it shouldn't be hard for anyone that wants to lay claim to it to take it from you, people that actually consider this your yard, that is. If you want the right to call this your yard, you're going to have to take both away from me, and I don't think you possess the nerve to do either.
I hope you convinced yourself with all of that talk about Kane, because otherwise you wasted your breath. I'm not one of these weak willed, absent minded pendejos that allow themselves to be bullied into fearing you and believing that everything that comes out of your mouth is true just because you said it, that the world works according to the gospel of The Undertaker. You can try to distance yourself from it, but the truth of the matter is, while you claim that you don't care what happens to Kane or what has happened to Kane up to this point, baby brother is the exact reason you're here. Do you expect me to believe it's coincidence that as soon as Kane and I's rematch is made official, you come in here with a freshly signed contract? Keep dreaming, blanco, I know that you're here to defend him so that Paul Bearer doesn't have to. I know you're here to try and soften me up!
Eddie's voice has raised as he points at Undertaker in an accusatory fashion, visibly shaking from the anger he's feeling.
Do you think the things you've heard me say in the past are empty words that I strung together because I thought those were the best ones to make me sound intimidating? You think it's something I put on for fun? If that's what you believe, then sabes que, you better tell Michelle and the kids to turn the television off or watch something else on Tuesday, because if they don't, I promise you, they aren't going to like what they see. Because unlike the packed gloves and massive amounts of weaponry it would take for you to scratch the surface on dehabilitating me, all I need are these instruments of violence attached to my wrists, ese', all that...I need, is the opening bell, cabron! And when your brain is too swollen to send the signals to the rest of your body to pick itself up off the mat and the paramedics have to roll your dead weight onto a stretcher, we'll see how much stock that Big Evil owns in this yard. We'll see how much the locker room respects you then. Not only that, when Josh Mathews or whatever random guero with a microphone stops me after the fact to get my thoughts, we'll see how much remorse I show.
Eddie holds a cold gaze as he looks at the Undertaker, gradually lowering his microphone as Big Evil gets ready to respond.