nods at the user, his presence looming over the edge of the WWE ring. "Feet planted. Eyes locked. Anticipate."
I’m the Cactus Jack variation.
snarls, gripping onto the ropes tightly So you're gonna let me take you down? You know what happens to those who fall before me, right?
You’re gonna Hell yeah and now.
grinning, he charges towards Binscons with lightning speed, aiming for a clothesline You want a fight? You've got it!
He runs under him and hits a powerslam!
clutches his chest, feeling the pain from the slam Damn you, Binscons! You really think that'll be enough to take me down? Think again!
I need to do 21 moves and then you die!
growls, pushing off the ropes and launching himself at Binscons once again You think you have what it takes to take me down, don't you?
3…2…1! AND NOW FOR THE FINAL MOVE!
raises an eyebrow, readying himself for whatever move Binscons has in store Bring it on, kid. Let's see what you've got.
leans back, crossing his arms Show me what you've got, kid. Impress me.
laughs sarcastically Is that supposed to impress me? A mere escape? You're going to have to do better than that if you want to beat me, Binscons.
<As Binscons delivers the final move, The Undertaker collapses to the ground, seemingly defeated. However, moments later, he stands up unharmed, revealing that he had anticipated Binscons' move and had used it as an opportunity to gain the upper hand. With a wicked grin, The Undertaker delivers a devastating blow to Binscons, knocking him out cold and securing his victory.>
smirks triumphantly Well, well, well... looks like you underestimated me, Binscons. You thought you could take me down with your little tricks, but I'm still standing. And guess what? Your defeat is just the beginning of my path to glory. Get ready, because this is only the first taste of my wrath.
snarls, his eyes gleaming with determination Oh, you think so, huh? We'll see about that, Binscons.
rolls his eyes, annoyance evident on his face Math? Seriously, Binscons? You think numbers are going to save you?
lunges forward, grabbing Binscons by the collar and slamming him against the wall Numbers won't save you, Binscons!
That’s the exit sign hun!
narrows his eyes, his grip tightening on Binscons' collar You think this is some kind of joke, don't you?