Chapter 11 Dead man walking…again

Boogiemasn drove the car like it was a part of hos own body, a muscle car reflecting and flexing mike the own massive muscles on Boojiemans own steel tone body. The fast turns made the the tires scream like a newbie wrestler in a figure four leg lock, the whine of the engine was like the call of a bashine on a lonely scottich more, and the feeling of speed was asd intoxicating as any championship;p win. Boogieman, a man who had wond so many championships in both wrestling and prodessional speed car racing knew that this race was for a bigger prise, the life of a children.

"S-s-s slow dow!" Hacksaw cried "Your ganna kill us both"

"Youre already dread, you big old galoot of a ghost" Boggiemman reminded him.

"Hey that's right" said Hacksaw "Onward.. Hooooo!" Hacksaw sat back in his head arms behind his see though head. The morfe he relaxed the more he would slowly fade though the lassanger seat and eventually he wound yup setting in the backset until he saw the winding road to the WWE Town Cemitary coming into view. Hacsaw immediately passed tough the frount seat ion excitement half the way into the dashboard as he cried "The it is, the cemiatary, and its still dark, great driving Boogieman."

"I didn't drive" Boogieman said lowly, "I was driven… driven by the thought of those children who need out help."

They slid the car into the parking lot, boogieman leaped out the car window as the door was wlded shut aqnd hacksaw phased though the dashboard winsheild and engine and they both stood in frount of the car facing the dark and depressing cenitary.

"But where… WHWERE is McMhann sr.s grave at?" said bookienman looking over the expance of tombstones and cripyts.

"Oh I know, I wen to his funeral way back when…I rmemebr all my ol pals funerals… well except my own… I WONDER if everyone had a good time?"

"It was a blast Im sure, come one lead the wqay" Boogieman scoffed

They charges though the cemitary like mken on a misson, though often Boggieman would trip over a low tombstrone that Hacksaw had passed right though, but soon theny found themselves ion froundt of a giant pillar tombstone of granite and marble. Eched in its lage facase it read "Here lies Vince Mchann Sr. May he live though the WWE'.

"Well Ive done my part bud" said hacksaw "I guess its up to you to call up ol Vince Sr uhuh?""

Boogieman knew what he had to do. As little as he used his time stoppong power he used THIS gift even less, but this gift… or curse was what was need now, now what was needed was to talk to the deasd, and talking to the dead was a jobe few could do. And Boogieman was on the job

He knelt before the grave, loog grown over with grass. But bookingans pwwerful arm and huge hands arone and pulunged down, down into the earth, deep deep into the ground thaqt housed the body in the grave and up… up he pulled giant hadn fulls of dirt..dirt… and worms.

Quickly and as fearlessly as a persons whos curage was forgesd out of cold steel, Boogieman stuffed the hadful worms into his mourth, chewing and incantatiog. A mist grew around them, and it was coming as smoke afrom a from new starting fire or mist from a swamo. And in that mist, a incorporate figure was forming.

But as it formed and even as boogieman's chant finished, both Hacksaw and Boogioeman could see something was wrong. The giudre was so large… HUGE. Isnt massive indestict form was decoming more and more distinct… a man and man larger than even Boggieman. His legs were like the baknches of a tree, his armas like mucles eched fence posts his huge head had feachers that were becoming more and more recognizable!

"WQho disturbs me… who disturbs the giant who can not rest in his sleep… wh DEARs to disturb the cursed spirit of Andre The Gianty!"

"Oh my God" Boogieman murmered as if any good god would have anything to do with this feaqrsome scene. It was indeed Adnre standing bfroe them, his huge form was seethough and weightless but even so its impressive size was impressive.

"Ahhh, a ghost!" yelled hacksaw and he charged backward for a minutue until he realized that he too was a spirt, yes still he approached the grave site again with caution,..,

"What.." Boogieman stutted in spiteo f himself "What are you doing hjere? This is the Grave of Mr. Mahmoonn Rs!"

"NOOOO!" Said Andre his voice deep so deep that it was the only part of him that had actual physical substance "True it is his grave. But it is I who inhabit it., After my death someon placed me in this gave not my Own AND my sould has been unable to rest, longing… LONGING for REVENGE updo those that palced me in a grave not my own to not sleep for eternity."

"No, Mchannos Sr's body is not here? Now we will never know where the orginal WWF belt is We must find it. It's the only way for to find the answers we need!"

"AHHH HA HA HA AHA HA!" Adres spirt voice boomed out echoing off the tombstone like pins from as bowling ball, "What fools there mortals be. Why would you think only Vince Mchanoon Sr. knew who had the original belt. I was there for it all, I saw all in there WWF and I know all that happened there. I KNOW WHO holds the belt… the same man who placed me into this gave not my own… the make upon whoI will have my revenge!"

"Tell us then giant one" Said boogieman, not afraid to standf up to the lagest wrestler ever know, whater he was alive or dead, "tell me who has that belt today"

"AHHH HA HAS HA HA HAHA!" Adrea laughed the laugh of a mountain "You think I don't know who you are? The Boggieman is know for his powers even on THIS side of the deaqdly curtain. I know you and what you are capable of… your powers are great, you inhareted gift from a devil's marked one and you can dogeta things. You will do something for ME before I tell you what you wish to know."

"My mother was NOT Marked by the devil huge man!" Boogieman cried.

"I speak NOT of your mother, but I know you know magic, magic knowed only bey the greatest of voddo masters. I tell you now I will tell you want you want to know, but you muist first perform toes achient rite that will being me bqack to my physical form… you mayco use your voddo powers so can again walk this earth to sneek my revenge."

Boogieman was toen. tHE ginat was right, bookigamen could raise the deads. But to use this ungodly power, to setheven knows what upn the world… but what other choice did he have… what other couice did the children have… none. "I will do as you ask emence one, but how am I sure you will keep your end of the bargen."

The Giants voice was quiter almost not a roar but maybe… just maybe a growl of pain?" I was not always as this… I was not always a creaturn not of time or substacwe, only contoled by thoughts of revenge. I was once a man, a graet giant of a man its true, but a man with a hert as big as my huge fist. A heart that loved all… ALL who came to see and cheer me. That man is gone, but his honor is still a part of me. I desire only revenge upon the one who did this to me, I wish you or no others ill will. You maqy be sure because you have the word… the word of Andre the Giant."

Boogieman stood still just for a second seeing past the spirit, past the legend, and seeing what was left of a great man. "And that word" Boogieman said "is all I need"

Hacksaw began to protest but before he could fisih is please to Boogieman not to do so, Boogieman knelt beofer the grave, He cahnted in word that only a roomful of people over centuryies of mankind have known. His hands gestured wildnlyt, his eyes glowed and a power as hot and burning as it was cold and vile filled his hands… hand wich whe placed upon the grave. A red glow silled from his hands, covered the grave then sank into the ground below… Adres spirit disappeared, the are grew still, and all was slient.

Boogieman stood up, staggering as he was weekend by suck use of such powers.

"OH I am so glad you didnt do it!" hacksaw said his spiriot voice sounding releaved.

"I am afriad" Boogieman said as a rumble beagan quitly under the earth and began to grow " I had no chice!"

The movement of the ground above the grave was almost unnoticbale at first... then like a egg cracking from the heat the earth durst opne, and from the crack a hand... a huge grey haND arose. And from the earth arose the form of a giant levatation, a horrbale giant form...

And soon, far too soon the form of the being that once was the lagrest man in the world stood once more its amaging large form horible in its appearance. Flesh missed in spot on his body and face... the death rags that hung from his form smelled of dirt and were stained with unknown stains... but worst of all, his eyes, his dead yet alive eye glowwd red like the fires of hell.

"I return.. I return to SEEK REVENGE UPON THE WHO WHO ENTOMBED ME HER!"!

"Wait" said Boogieman "You said you would help us find the one who has the original WWF world title."

"And I will" Boomed the voice of the walking dead giant... "For that man is the same man reposiblem for my being barried an onothermans gave... We will find...,,. Hulk Hogan... and I will DESTROY HIM!"