The Badd Boy: I request DGNR8's help.

Degenerate: Uh you did?

The Badd Boy: Yeah, I hope he hurries.

Degenerate: You know what, I think I got a call from him. Typhloid or something he's not going to make it.

The Badd Boy: That sucks.

Degenerate: Oh well I'm not waiting. Jarred, son I haven't seen you since our Hell in a Cell match up when I got dropped on my neck in a way I didn't care too much for and that put me out of business for a long while. Have no fear though man, because I know that you were very worried about my condition, but I am OK now, and my neck is stronger than before. I can't wait to get you into that ring so I can beat you like you couldn't dream of. Hell you think Badd Boy can do some damage? I'm the one who has the most fun in that ring. You wouldn't believe it, but I am a crazy b@st@rd, and it seems no matter how many times you put me down, I'm right back up. They call me the most annoying wrestler ever in the ring, because you can drop a house on me and then make the cover, but give it some time I will pop back up before I can be counted out. I pride myself on being that resilliant guy, I like being flamboyant. When I put on a show you can guarantee that it's going to be a good show. Like none other on Earth, because I am a showstopper type of guy. That's why I am a main eventer now, I'm the guy that the fans want to see doing the business they wish they could do in the ring. They would all love to rush the ring and beat the snot out of a dick like you, but lucky me I get to do it for them. Man you suck all together, I've seen you and all I have seen can be summed up in one word, pathetic. So be ready for Degenerate to whoop your sorry @$$ all over this d@mn arena!

Then there's that partner Angelus Archer. You are the absolute funniest son of a b!tch I have ever seen. Boy have you looked in the mirror? Hell no you haven't you would have scared yourself sh!tless. Me, it makes me think of watching a dark and evil clown, you know oooooh scary! Laugh my @$$ off and call my momma, you are about the stupidest excuse for a guy in face paint that I have ever come across. Given I have come across a lot of idiots in my day. Have you ever tried out for the ringling brothers and barnum and bailey? You would make a great side attraction, I could see it in lights now, "The painted face of jobber" "The man who can job like noone could ever humanly do". That's the way I see you Angelus. Just a jobber with sh!tlocks. I hope you bring your best to the game man, because I want to experience how horrible you are first hand, and I don't mean your breath. Let's just see what you have got that I have heard you talk about. Honostly I don't think that you do have it in you, but hell you might surprise me, though surprising isn't enough, because you won't be able to beat me. Try as you might, I just don't feel that you really have what it takes deep within you. Before long it won't be a laughing matter when I drop you on your face and say goodnight. The Degenerate man is going to be on a roll, and he is going to be sure you get rolled, like a fatty, I may not be a pimp daddy, but I will light your @$$ up and say HOOOOOOO you're a b!tch!

Altogether this team, if that's what you can call it that I'm supposed to be fighting doesn't seem as if it is going to be too much of a problem. I may not know you guys as well as The Badd Man does, but he has taught me quite a bit, and I still remember that cold steel Jarhead. All of it is good fun though when I am looking at your fallen bodies with my hand in the air after a three count, and I know that I helped put away two of the sorriest pieces of crap ever known to man. My view of you guys stems a lot from the same as how everyone else that is unbiased in the back stems, I see you two and I try really hard not to laugh too loud, because I don't want people to run up to me and ask what is so funny. I'd be forced to say Angelus...Jarred BWAHAHAHA! Next thing I'd know they would be running off laughing hysterically, then it would be a chain reaction to all of their friends, and the EMF does not need a laughing epidemic. As a matter of fact you boys are just more boring than what The Badd Boy is. You two could put on snorefest two thousand and three, invite all of the sleep deprovation people over and they would be out like a light bulb. Watching the Z's rise out of their bodies. I hope that the two of you stick to fighting in this match, because if you stopped and started talking I would probably job to the snores. Bottom line is this, you two won't pull this one off, we'll win, and if you're not down with that I've got two words for ya SUCK IT!

The Badd Boy: Well I guess I won't waste any time either. First off I would like to address Jarred. I wish you luck man, you are going to need a lot of it if you expect to be able to survive this one. I know that gleem in your eye is the gleem of gold, gold that you wish you had. You'd probably settle for the television championship just so you could say that you have something, but you would also love to get a hold of this Intercontinental Championship. Why should we see to it that you are ever given a championship if you are never going to defend it? Jarred that just doesn't make any sense, but I won't be letting you disgrace any of the championships that are in this fine federation. I will personally see to it that like always you are a loser, because we only want real champions around here, and you Mr. Carthallion are not a real champion. You only like to play one in your house, when your by yourself looking at scrambled porn shouthing "Who's your world champion!" I will bring you down to your knees, and you will look up to my eyes, and I hope that when you see into the dark centers that you see the man that is better than you are. As soon as you can accept that fact the sooner we can get on with our lives. I give this match roughly thirty minutes before I can put you and or Angelus away, but however it goes, whoever gets pinned, you will be the loser and the beaten man. Come next Sunday it won't be Badd Boy verses Carthallion for the Intercontinental Championship, isn't that Just Too Badd?

Angelus, much of the same applies to you. You will be left as a nothing in the ring, you will blow so much of yourself from all of the torture you will go through and the hurt you will feel that you will be passed out before I can knock you out, or who knows I may impress myself by knocking you out while you claim to enjoy every bit of it. I would love to make you wear a crimson mask, because I think it fits you quite well. A lot better than the usual mask you like to wear, and your stupid dread locks. Look more like crap locks with terds hanging from your head, and we all know that you don't really do a good upkeep of yourself. Just remember that when you wake up and you realize that you were beaten, once again it was The Badd Boy who saw to it that you were down and out for the count. Ha ha ha, enjoy yourself Angelus, this is going to be one bumpy ride for you, and I mean that very literally, because you are going to be left with countless bumps. I will surprise you when I show you how far I can take things now. I am much better than what I was when I used to kick your @$$. Yet you seem to have went into a downward spiral in how you are. It's painfully obvious to everyone that you are no more. This day will be quite the Badd day for you, but I don't care, because a badd day for me is a good thing, but a badd day for you is a bad thing. It means that ...one...two...three is the sound you will hear when the bell goes ding ding ding and I along with Degenerate have our hands raised in victory.

To have the both of you working as a team and facing me. That is what makes this match most fun, two arch enemies of mine set up to take one more fall. You will show to the world exactly what I have been proclaiming that you have no juice left and that your time has come to past. As a team you will stick together, and as a team you will fall and break a part. I have seen how you two act towards one another, and you treat each other like crap. I don't see how you can even work together in the slightest, after all Jarred, did Angelus not pull one hell of a stunt over you pretending that he died? Being a friend of yours, did he not rip your heart of your chest, stomp on it, spit on it, then hand it back to you? Degenerate and I have never had any problems like that. I can see it as being one of your greatest weaknesses next to being a couple of big time jjobbers. However I can never complain when I get the chance to beat the hell out of sorry saps like the two of you. Just thirsty for material items that you can not have, that you can not claim. You won't be able to touch any of the belts we hold until the day we decide to let them go for bigger and better things. This match is just to prove who the two men are and who the two boys just dreaming are. Dream on little men, Jarred go back to Hotel California, Angelus go back to the dumpster, because I am the baddest man on this planet, and the tag taem of Jarred Carthallion and Angelus Archer will be defeated. See you boys soon.

Degenerate: Awesome. See you in the ring to kick some @$$.

The Badd Boy: See you there.