Undertaker was sitting at his home watching old tapes of himself.

"And the Undertaker is SINGLE-HANDEDLY beating everyone on the roster! I can't believe this!" came JR's voice through the TV set.

"I am great! Do you see how great I am, woman?" Taker asked his wife without taking his eyes off the set.

Sarah sat looking bored out of her mind.

"Oh yes. I see it," she said in a dull monotone.

"Look, I'm rolling my eyes back. LOOK AT THAT ACTION!" yelled Taker at the TV.



Just then, his enjoyment died down as a soccer ball hit off his window. He looked outside and saw a small boy standing there, looking embarrassed and slightly nervous.

"Just leave it Mark, he didn't mean it," said Sarah. But Taker ignored her and went to the door. The boy looked over as he saw Taker walk over to him with an evil look on his face. Taker began pointing his finger at the boy as he walked over.

"You've done it now, you've gone and made a big mistake!" said Taker as he walked over. Just before he got to the boy, Foghorn Noble appeared and squared up to Taker.

"What do you think you're doing boy, what, say what boy?" said Noble.

"That boy disrespected The Undertaker. You do NOT disrespect The Undertaker!"

"It was an accident," said the boy.

"You do not accidentally disrespect the Undertaker!" said Taker. Noble backed off a little.

"Okay, boy, I know I can't beat you in a fight boy, but... I'VE GOT THIS GUN!" screamed Noble as he took a step back and pulled out the gun.

"You are disrespecting me!" shouted Taker.



Just then, a hover-scooter came shooting round the corner and the rider shot both Taker and Noble.

"All criminals must die! I am the law! he shouted. He stopped the scooter next to the boy and removed his helmet. It was none other than Al Wilson.

"Why did you shoot Noble? He was trying to help me." said the boy.

"No need for thanks, young man. I have a kid myself. A little angel named Torrie. I had Torrie when..."

"I don't care!" shouted the boy before running away. Al turned and heard cries from round the corner. From the bank! A robbery was in progress. Al jumped back on his scooter and raced around the corner. He ran into the bank and saw one of the workers getting up off of the ground.

"Why are you standing there? They're getting away!" he yelled at Al.

"You must be a criminal!" said Al before shooting the man. "I have stopped the robbery!"

Security burst in and pointed their guns at Al.

"I am the law. If you shoot me, you..." Al began but stopped mid-sentence and shot the security guards.

He walked out of the bank and a man ran over to him.

"Why did you shoot the security men? And the robbers got away! What is wrong with you?" he said to Al. Al looked at him.

"Well, if you're distracting me like this, you must be a criminal," said Al, who then shot the man in the head.

Al looked across the street and saw Hulk Hogan crossing the road.

"That man is crossing the road without looking where he is going! He must be a criminal!" Hogan saw Al run over to him and point a gun at his head. He tried to move, but was much too slow. The bullet went into his chest and he fell to the ground.

"Hulkamania... will live... fore-"



THE END