Mark Henry, The sands of time are passing through your hourglass. Day by day it will continue to empty until there is nothin left. And when there is nothing left you, Mark Henry, will 'rest in peace!
Now, Vince… Mac Mahon, Mr. McMahon, whatever it is you like to be called, I think it's time you got yo' pencil-neck geek ass out here and faced the reaper!
Once, Evil was simply perceived as that which man did not understand. Now however, he understands it all too well. Evil is the part of man he attempts to shun. A side of himself he seeks to deny.... more
