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| A man has come into the World Wrestling Federation. He calls himself Skinner. From what I have heard, he has a trophy case filled with reptile skins. Those skins have come from camians; they have come from alligators; they come from many other forms of wildlife. Now, Skinner, gaze upon this reptile. Look at my skin. Look at my scales glisten in the light. I ask you the question: Do you want my skin? Do you want to place the Dragon's skin alongside the others in your trophy case? Do you want to take your blades and traps to me? If you do, Skinner, then you should expect this from the fire-breathing Dragon. This foe you will face does not go down to those who take skins from the reptile family. I will attack you from all four corner of the ring and breathe my fire right down the center of your back. You will feel my heat, Skinner! I will give you no rest. I will be fighting you for one reason, and that's to defend the reptiles of the earth- the same reptiles that you trap- the reptiles that you mercilessly skin alive. I will trap you in the same way that you have trapped countless caimans in the Florida Everglades; I will torture you in the same way that you have tortured many alligators and serpents of the swamp. I will try to destroy you, Skinner. And not even you - armed with all of your skinning knives- can stop the Dragon. Soon, Skinner, you will come to terms with the dangers of fire. You will come to terms with the feeling of pain. I'll prmoise you this: When you and I face off within the confines of the ring, Skinner, your skin will be mine.... |