Michael Cole: Badd Boy, I just wanted to catch you real fast and get a comment from you. You are a well known superstar from other federations. What do you expect out of the swo?

The Badd Boy: What is this? How much can Michael Cole spit out at one time? What do I expect out of the SWO? I expect for people to learn who The Badd Boy is. How I am the Baddest Man on the planet...how I am sure to leave anyone in my path having a very Badd day. I'm a top notch superstar. I know what I'm doing in that ring, I'm a strong veteran. I just want everyone to know what they are getting into when they get in the ring with me. I'm no slouch, I know what I'm doing. The question is, are the chumps in the back smart enough to realize that? Look Cole, hit me up at a later date and time, I have some work to do.

The Badd Boy: Okay, so I finally get a serious match here in the SWO on Intense. I'm in the second match, you know sorry, I didn't realize that I'm not good enough to be higher than the likes of such great superstars like Eugene, The Hurricane, and J Kaching, J Money, oh hell we'll just call him Prince. Give me a break, I mean I'm stuck fighting someone like Professor Claudius Payne. Professor? Did you get your degree out of a cracker jack box? I know you haven't been around this game very long, because you already imploy rookie tactics when you come out and try to intimidate your opponents. Let me give you a tip her brain, looking into my wrestling history, hinting at the possibility that I might be gay, and complaining about "Badd" not being spelled correctly when your gimmick has your name as p-a-y-n-e over p-a-i-n, proves to me just what kind of rookie you really are. You want to know one of my nicknames? You should know this since you are so freaking smart, I am known as the rookie killer. Time and time again I watch rookies come into the ring, talk their trash, act as if they are the biggest baddest person around, then I crush them. I think every rookie to the game needs a reality check. Now I'm sure you have spent years studying the game and perfecting it. That's great and all, but uh...watching wrestling on television just isn't enough. Do you know how many chumps like yourself I have eaten alive? More than I feel like counting right now. One of the reasons I could so easily take you, is because yes you think you are smart, and have me all figured out, but I'm an unpredictable guy. I can hit you with such an original high octane offense you couldn't possible begin to know where to start with me. I'm just big enough to stand up and brawl, I can take you down with technical skills, hit you with some good ol' shoot fighting, or even take it to the air. The great thing is the fact that I don't do what most all rounders do, I don't just do a couple from each and stick to a predictable routine, I keep it mixed up. Most of the time I don't even know what I"m going to do until I get out there myself and do it. I'm smart enough to be able to stand back and watch things, take the punches as they come and answer back. Ultimately you are going to decide your fate Mr. Payne, because it's the moves you make that will make me react. You're a dime a dozen, and I am basically just going to use you to showcase my all star talent, my world championship class material that will earn me the right to go for the championship when my time arives. Your time however Professor is running out. Son, I have my own degree in business and I have met professors along the way that could probably out wrestle you as well as out think you, much like I can and will once I get my hands on you inside the ring. Professor, I would like to personally welcome you to my ring, where I will be glad to school you in all of the aspects of what real wrestling is all about. You had better bring a notepad and a pen with you to ringside, because you'll be wanting to take notes in the many ways I can own you inside of the ring. After this Intense, I won't be leaving you with any reasons to keep trash talking me or my abilities. I will be sure that you are left with nothing but a blank stare, and leave you dumbfounded. It's what I've been doing for years. I mean hell, myself, I've been in hardcore divisions, world class divisions, tag team divisions, I've sported one of the greatest wrestling win loss records in history, I've done just about everything a man could dream about. What have you done in comparison to me? Not a d@mn thing, that's what. So that's what you will have in the ring, your first real loss inside of the ring, because this is the real world. I know it seems like a harsh reality to you, and of course you would hate to have to swallow your pride and admit that you might not be the better person, but when you are getting nothing more than a good view of the lights as you are on your back stuck in a state of peralysis, you will know that The Badd Boy was the better man than you. Most people learn real fast that you don't screw with the baddest man on the planet. I may not have had my luck in the royal rumbles lately, but when you get a chance to go one on one with me, where you have to use real skill, you'll find that yourself like all of the others just don't have what it takes to beat me. Now isn't that JUST....TOO....BADD!?