The sold out arena suddenly goes pitch black, causing a hush to spread throughout the crowd. The familiar intro of "Eulogy" is heard, as the FTR-tron comes alive with various images of The Undertaker in his FTR career.
The music builds up, as the lyrics begin.
He had a lot to say He had a lot of nothing to say We'll miss him He had a lot to say He had a lot of nothing to say We'll miss him We'll miss him We're gonna miss him We're gonna miss him
So long. We wish you well. You told us how you weren't afraid to die. Well then, so long. Don't cry. Or feel too down. Not all martyrs see divinity. But at least you tried.
The Undertaker steps out from the curtains into his classic spotlight. He is followed by his tag team partner, Mortis. The two continue down to the ring.
Standing above the crowd, He had a voice that was strong and loud. We'll miss him. Ranting and pointing his finger At everything but his heart. We'll miss him.
No way to recall What it was that you had said to me, Like I care at all.
So loud. You sure could yell. You took a stand on every little thing And so loud.
Mortis slides in the ring, as The Undertaker ascends the steps. With no hesitation, he throws his arms in the air..causing the lights to return with a thunderous explosion. The two enter the ring...
Standing above the crowd, He had a voice so strong and loud and I Swallowed his facade cause I'm so Eager to identify with Someone above the ground, Someone who seemed to feel the same, Someone prepared to lead the way, with Someone who would die for me.
Will you? Will you now? Would you die for me? Don't you fuckin lie.
Don't you step out of line. Don't you fuckin lie.
You've claimed all this time that you would die for me. Why then are you so surprised to hear your own eulogy?
You had alot to say. You had alot of nothing to say.
Come down. Get off your fuckin cross. We need the fuckin space to nail the next fool martyr.
To ascend you must die. You must be crucified For your sins and your lies. Goodbye...
As the song finishes up, The Undertaker takes the microphone and prepares to speak.
Undertaker: "Play time...is over. The best thing for each and every single one of you people to do is to sit down and shut up. What I'm about to say not only pertains to the two morons you saw out here a few minutes ago...but to the rest of the would-be clowns who must be destroyed.
"Edge and Christian, you two want to come out here and make your little 'inside' jokes about some biker named Mark Callaway? Let me tell you something, boys...what you see standing before you today is no biker. What you see standing before you is a force more powerful than you can even comprehend.
"It seems that you two are a bit confused. You seem to think that you are going to walk through this tag team tournament and straight to the titles. Well first of all..let me make something perfectly clear.
"I don't give a damn about this tournament.
"But...I must admit that I would very much enjoy breaking your pathetic little bodies into two pieces, and then casting them into the tenth level of Hell. For it is not a biker that is standing here, my friends....it is not some mortal who is confined by a power that you foolishly bow to...
"I am, and I ever shall be...The Lord of Darkness.
"To me, boys, you two are nothing but Billy Kidman with blonde hair. And you will suffer his fate. At Rampage..you will find no mercy within me. At Rampage...you will only find anger.....and furious vengence."
Mortis is handed the microphone.
Mortis: "I'm not going to come out here and try to top the man. So I'll just give it to you, straight.
"This isn't some game. This isn't a bunch of bullshit. The Undertaker is what he says he is...and you can look back at any tape and verify that. But that is neither here nor there.....
"Edge, Christian...you two are in for the beating of your lives. This isn't about a 27 second pose....this is about you two little pissant piece of SHIT versus THE Fatal Army. You know...the most dominant stable in the HISTORY of the FTR.
"You can go to fucking Buh Buh Ray and D-Von Dudley and ASK THEM who gave them the most Hell of their careers..and if they will TELL you it was The Undertaker and Mortis. WE have fought the PREMIERE tag team in the FTR MANY times...and we have BEATEN them. WE have waged wars with the Dudleys...wars that you two can't even FATHOM!
"THIS ISN'T YOUR PLACE!
"And you want to come out here and talk about us like we're a couple of pushovers? GIVE ME A FUCKING BREAK! WE are LEGENDS in this company. You two aren't even in the same LEAGUE as The Fatal Army. And to be quite honest...it makes me SICK to listen to you."
The Undertaker gets the microphone back, once more.
Undertaker: "The names have been declared....Edge and Christian....and the fate has been declared....
"Destruction.
"Understand this....when you stand against us...you are stepping into a world where you will find no hope....no escape...no light...
"You're stepping into a dark realm that will only bring you pain and agony.
"The clock is ticking, my friends.......soon, your little comedy act will rest in peace........
"And burn in hell."
The Undertaker rolls his eyes in the back of his head and begins to laugh. Mortis slides out of the ring...as the laughter continues. The lights go out once again...and the laughter only gets louder. When they return..the ring is empty...
But the ominous sound of The Undertaker's maniacal laughter still rings on throughout the arena.
