Role Play Background: It seems the Hard Rockin' Renegades enjoy picking fights with guys who are at a higher status than themselves. The old saying goes that you have to play people better than you to improve yourself, and who knows maybe these three guys are improving, but they still won't be winning. This week Johnny Northern-Lights gets a shot at the Intercontinental Championship held by the self proclaimed true Baddest Man on the Planet. It isn't the usual one-on-one either, no this is a hardcore match-up taking The Badd Boy to a place he knows all too well. It seems on Shockwave The Badd Boy will have to back up what he says to take down Johnny Northern-Lights if he wants to keep his Intercontinental Championship even longer.
*The camera finds The Badd Boy standing in the back area. He has the tag team championship around his waist and he has the Intercontinental Championship over his shoulder with a styrofoam cup in his hand filled with water. He takes a drink of it as the camera man signals that he is ready. The Badd Boy wearing usual Shockwave attire, his jeans, his black "Just 2 Badd" T-Shirt, and his backwards fitted black cap with the "Truth" logo on the back of it. He sets the water down on a nearby chest as he begins to speak.*
The Badd Boy: Johnny Aurora Borealus, this is your lucky week dude. For one I am a happy guy, because I've got a kid on the way, why does this make you lucky? Simple fact is that when I beat you, I won't do more than I have to do to get the ...one...two...three! That's saying though that you don't decide to p!$$ me off. One of the things about our match that makes it quite different from the usual matches is it takes me back to where I came from in the wrestling business, because it was made hardcore, and boy you don't know hardcore until you have gotten into the ring with me. I was one of the great Extreme Champions. Johnny, as far as fighting goes this is the type of stuff I love to do. Hardcore throws the rule book right out of the window. This is when you step up to be a man, or show that you are just a little girl. See if you were to expect anyone to get involved in the match to help you because it's legal, then you don't have a pair of balls between your legs obviously, but this is also where you search for your pain threshold. Only one of us will find it, because your pain threshold is the point you reach to where you can't take any more, and once you get past it, then the match is over because you won't be going on, whether that means you are out cold, you tap out, you can't go any further. At that point the match ends for you Johnny, the lights in fact go down on you, and you go out. I don't know why I keep messing with you little punks, whether it's you, your buddy slim shadiddy, or dirty dip it seems you guys keep being pesky little b@st@rds that just won't die no matter how many times I beat any of you. It started with Degenerate and I whipping Slim Shadiddy, and Dirty Dip to gain the tag team championships. Then Shadiddy tries to get retribution by going up against Degenerate last week for the television championship, and he doesn't get jack squat. Now this week you I guess trying to avenge the constant jobbing of your buddies get a lucky shot at my Intercontinental Championship. Who in the hell graced you to be so lucky to give you a shot? You hard crockin renegades are just getting on my nerves, because what you don't seem to get through your excessively thick skulls is that you can't win. Degenerate and I won't lose to the likes of rookies like you. You are so confident in your abilities, but you don't have any. You talk like you are going to be able to tear sh!t up around here but you have troubles tearing wet paper bags! I have no problem putting the gold on the line, because face it, you make me look good after so much of this, and I'll gladly keep embarrassing you boys to the point of no return. Rookies need to learn that rookies don't get anywhere in this business. If you can't prove yourself worthy of hanging with us big boys then you need to go elsewhere, because you aren't worth the time it takes to look at the card and see your name! A lot of that is too vague though, Johnny, your partner was praying that you would show up last week, becasue he needed some major help, he said if I interfered in his match I would have you to deal with. I haven't laughed so hard in my life. Like I would even consider messing with you boys, when Degenerate could beat all three of you in a three on one match. Also, like I would be scared of Mr. Aurora Borealis, are you kidding me? The lights can't go down on me when I'm this badd. It doesn't end there, I'm not sure if your catch phrase is supposed to be a sexual statement or not. I don't like to call people homosexual like old Intruder did, because he had the mind of a twelve year old and didn't know any better, but you going down on all of the guys? Dude, it makes people wonder about you man. What doesn't help your case is we know that you've been out with your girlfriend rather than watching your buddie's backs, is she really your GIRLfriend? Dude she wears a size 10 ring! That was the size of my class ring senior year in high school and trust me I wasn't some little guy either. She has to have the manliest hands on earth. I didn't know it was legal for you to date King Kong wannabe's. So look at the facts, you like to go down on guys, and your girlfriend's hands are just as big as some High School football palyers. It just seems wrong. Fact of the matter is this, I studied my science, the Northern Lights don't last long, and you my friend, you will be down and out in no time. Then I will be pinning you and retaining my championship. Heck who knows, this time you guys might start to get a clue. None-the-less it will be one badd day for you Johnny, see you soon!
*The Badd Boy picks up his water and takes another drink finishing it off and throwing it into a nearby trash can. He takes his championships and walks off down the hallway as the scene fades.*
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