    SEXY BOYPress Play for Degeneration-X's Theme Music  HBK: Well well well, it seems that a few people have been surprised that HBK is the head of Degeneration-X here in the WEWF. The question is why? I'll tell you why, because Shawn Michaels is not going to take any crap, from anybody. I run by my own rules, and that's all there is to that. If you are wondering where ol' X-pac-e-pac is, he is in the back, with Stacy, and well I can't say for sure what is going on, but when the locker room is a rockin' you just don't go a knockin'. Now, this past Raw, yours truly didn't quite compete to expectations, but that's ok, because I was a little under the weather, but I assure you for this Smackdown I am alive and well. One hundred percent ready to rock and roll. Now I am scheduled to be competing in an eight man battle royal. Something that should have been labeled the one man and seven boys battle royal. Only one man will be coming out on top and that my friend is me! Let us start with the lucky Kurt "I count my lucky fifty stars on my American flag then cry a lot" Angle. Now kirky, you realize that your little victory this past Raw was as lucky as it gets. You just know that I was down with the bug that has been going around and be sure that your lightening will not strike twice. On Smackdown I will be getting a little revenge when I grab a hold of you and toss you right out of my ring where you are no longer needed. You see, the one thing we do not need in the WEWF is some over confident cry baby, who sheds a tear everytime he gets the slightest taste of either a win or a heavy dose of defeat. You can cry me a river, yor make your own personal salty lake, what you need to do Jack is take a hike back to Atlanta Georgia and try to find where your real dreams and your career ended at Olympic stadium. Your gold medals are not going to constitute a gold championship belt, because Kirk, that belt will be around my waiste before you have time to say Waaaa! You are first on the list, and number one on my hit list. A little bit of revenge will be on my mind, and if you have ever heard the phrase payback is a b!tch, well you are going to wish that's all it was, because just for you, because I like you, I will make it oh so much worst. Angle, be ready to be crying to a whole new tune once your sorry @$$ is layed down, out, and thrown over the ropes like the useless trash you are. Triple H, now I believe X-Pac was trying to get a hold of you and invite you to be in my very own Degeneration-X, so Hunter if that is what you want, then by all means come join us and we will show the rest of this business just who the hell we are, but come this eight man royal rumble, I have no friends only seven enemies. You being one of them that I must go up against. Whatever you do, try your hardest to not poke an eye out with that elongated nose of yours. Seriously Hunter you could hurt somebody with that thing, and the last thing you need is a law suite from one of the men in that ring who lost half of their vision, because you weren't watching where you put that nose. I can tell you already, just being in my match means your nose is in the wrong man's business, but rest assured I will put you in your place, because this battle royal will not be any fun and games. To break it down more for you Hunter, more than any other man in that ring I know you, and I know your every move. You think you can be sadistic, well I can take you to a whole new level that you are not prepared to meet. Your only options in this match is down, and out. Either way you lose, because whether you have to go first, or if you go last, I will claim that victory, and no man will be standing in my way. You remember what I said, you can join me, or you can choose to go against me, but be sure to remember, if you make the wrong choice your @$$ belongs to me. Next up is the class act, the class clown, that number one sucka himself. Booger B! Oh hell Booger B, Booker T, it makes no difference to the one and only me! Booker, you were given a shot at the world championship, and you failed like no other loser on this planet. Who in the hell decided you were a number one man needs to be hit with the same ugly stick your momma used to whack you with every day. You have this obscessive compulsive disorder that causes you to constantly stare at your hand. You must be watching it to make sure it doesn't get dirty, or maybe you are hoping if you concentrate hard enough gold will appear in your hand and someone will call you a champion. As you will learn rather quickly, you my friend are no Heart Break Kid, so you will find yourself taking loss number two in the same hand you like to stare at. Please don't bore my people with your weak attempts at entertainment with your spinarooni, because corn curl head, you will only find yourself spinning right back out of the ring doing your loserooni. In you may come dancing into the ring, but out you will be going right over the top landing in the position a jobber like you has grown quite used to. Lying on your back staring at the lights. You may not recognize it without someone on top of you while you listen to a one two three count. Just another victim of a dangerous chord of that sweet chin music. Now you have to dig that, sucka! The fourth person they put on the list is the one man who calls himself the great one. The Rock, the man who calls himself the most electrifying man in sports entertainment. Sure he could be that, he would be the only one stupid enough to lick an electrical socket anyway. Rocky, I believe you were another recent loser being given a second chance. Now you see, when you take loss number two, and I have to show you why you need to pack up your bags and head back to some other lower federation, you will see why Shawn Michaels lays down for no man. So if you want to lay the Smackdown on somebody, you might want to ask of Booker T is available for your love request, but the only thing you are getting out of me, is the heel of my boot in direct contact with the bottom of your over used mouth. Now I don't know what it is that you are doing when you feel the need to spit on your hand when slapping another guy like a little girl, but please I like to save my swapping of spit for the ladies. Though you may be close to a woman hollywood, I won't fall for your drag diguises. With all of the time you have spent being hollywood trailor park trash, I have to wonder if you even have the skills needed to wrestle in the same ring as someone with my calibur of talent. My sources point to no. Brahma bull, be read to eat your own pie in your dreams as you take a long nap once I lay you out and throw you over. Over...just like your career! Ooooh, big scary deadman, I hope you have not felt forgotten. Big evil, the Red Devil, what happened to the phenom of old that we all missed? You know when you were raising up after every move done to you, now you are so lazy you ride around on a bicycle, you throw your nasty un-deoderized arm into the air and try to act like some American made bad @$$. I say you are just getting old, and can't take the heat in your old age. You may not like what I have to say, and I probably don't care. You can be sure, I have no reason to fear you, and I have no reasons to respect you. Rather when you get in what is rightfully MY yard I will be sure to see that you truly experience going to hell and back. When you get back from there be ready for a very special boot to that oversized noggin of yours and I will see you when you are knocked out of the ring. Land on your feet if you would like, because your fancy trick will just mean that you are gone my friend. As far as your old school, I know plenty of old school, but I can show you a lot of the new school that you are too senile to admit you need to be ready for. You just can't hang with us big dogs anymore. It doesn't matter one bit how many times you may knock me down, be sure that time and time, and time again I will keep getting right back up just to spite you and see you lose. You may change entrance themes quite often, but I assure you that you will have one last tune to dance to and I will provide the music! Ah, Robbie Rage HA! Oh I am sorry, just the name made me laugh right out of my boots. Some punk kid who thinks he is an all-star. Robbie Rage, you think I am the back break kid? Maybe I am, but I would rather be the back break kid, than Jobbie Rage, the man who has spent more times lying on his back with other men on top of him listening to three counts, than Kurt Angle has shed tears over...EVERYTHING! If you and your brother really wanted to be a team you should start the job squad and just lay down screaming "Pin me Pay me". There sure won't be Kaos and Raging going on in that ring when you two are on the offensive. When you try to wrestle I bet someone yells "who sent in the clowns?". Pathetic Robbie, really so you can claim you are as great as you want to make yourself believe. That's the same thing every boy who watches wrestling as a child tells himself, but you must remember anyone can be a fan, but only the elite can be superstars. You are still a child, holding a foam belt, dreaming you could be of the elite. For you match number one will result in loss number one. I guess it sucks to be you. You are just jealous of the empire I am building, because you know that you jack will never have what it takes to keep up with Shawn Michaels. So when you start bouncing off of the ropes like you need riddlin, be ready to be sent packing back home, because nobody wants to deal with you here. I will personally see to it that you don't get back up again. Last, and until I met Robbie Rage I would have said least, the younger boy of this match. Matt Hardy, now Matt, don't let me break your heart, but mattributes are simply not going to cut it in this match. There isn't one person who will suddenly run into a twist of fate unless that one person is you. Yes I am saying you are probably dumb enough to somehow manage to lock yourself in your own move and eliminate yourself. I wish you good luck, because you are definately going to need it. You don't have what it takes to go on and be the best in this business. That's why you couldn't buy yourself a win if you had any money. Only a superstar like me can win, because Matt, I do have what it takes. I know what I have to do to win this match and have my shot at the championship. You loser Hardy, you should set your sights on lower belts, in the lower divisions, where you might have half a smidget of a chance to be able to compete, but here at my level, you could only dream of having half of what I have got. You are the last man on the list, but that doesn't mean you have any less of a chance of getting thrown out. I will send you second class air mail over the top and to the back probably before they can even stop your entrance music. If you can't handle me, how do you expect to handle the other seven guys? Yes I said seven I still think you are liable to knock yourself out. Once I tune up the band, just do yourself a favor and eliminate yourself to save your own embarassment of being knocked out by me. That's right everyone there is only one showstopper...ME! There is only one main eventer...ME! Only one man can be considered the most flamboyant superstar ever in the WEWF...ME! Only one man can claim to be the most resiliant man in the WEWF...ME! There is only one ICON of Sports Entertainment today...ME! I am the Heart Break Kid, and all of my opponents will be dancing to that oh so great classic tune of that sweet chin music. It won't be long before I am your next WEWF Undisputed champion. If there is anyone who is not down with that. They need to take an order of sausage, because I have two words for them.....SUCK IT! OOC: No OOC Message This html design and layout is owned by Tony Ikeda. You have no rights to use it without his permission. If you are granted permission you must use it under his terms. |