    SEXY BOYHBK: Surprise Surprise, the president hates me. She really hates me. Well if it's any consolation, the Heart Break Kid doesn't care much for her either. President Ashlee, hasn't put me in a match for weeks. I had to make my own appearance at the Pay-Per-View, because she sure didn't intend on allowing me on that card. Finally she puts me in a match called the "Prez Hates You All" match. Now one can only assume, that, she is plotting to get involved or has something special planned. I don't see any possibility that she's going to allow Degeneration-X and The Flock be in the same ring, at the same time, and not be involved in anyway. So once again the degenerates that she can't stand have to prove why we are who we are, and not to steal from my buddy Triple H, but why we are THAT D@MN GOOD! Raven, sure you have had your run of luck here lately, and you have beaten the immortal Hulk Hogan, but why waist time with immortals when you can dance to new tunes, the tunes of sweet chin music with The Heart Break Kid. Raven, here is where your luck stops. The flock is ending here, because there simply can not be two great groups in this federation. No there is only room for one. Raven you are their supposed leader, though you're sheltered, kept to yourself, and do absolutely nothing to see to it that they succeed to the best of their abilities. No your little win streak has not gone un-noticed, but as you already know all good things come to an end, except of course when it comes to me. My joy is only just beginning, and I need to start somewhere, and I think that somewhere is with you Raven. Stevie Richards, the hardcore champion. You seem to not be able to remember who you are. The Stevie? Boy your head needs a good smacking around to knock a little sense into you. As far as I'm concerned your next gimmick will be out cold in a hospital bed down and out for the count. Your hardcore championship, means nothing when it comes to this match. Stevie, run yourself into your little locker room, pick out which outfit of whom you want to inpersonate this time, and then bring your self to the ring to get your lights knocked out cold. Cactus Jack, the self proclaimed, King of Hardcore. Well King of Hardcore, King of da bodda bing, King of a whole lotta nothing. Doesn't really matter, because Cactus, the King is Dead and has left the building. You yourself are not far off from your little buddy Stevie Richards who has kicked your butt. You two seem to not know who you are, or are going to be. When the referee counts one two three, and raises my hand, or Triple H's hand I don't think it's going to matter. Flock, I rather look forward to you coming out there, and trying to show us what you have, because it's not going to do you a whole lot of good. You are up against the Show Stopper, The Main Event, THE ICON OF SPORTS ENTERTAINMENT TODAY! The Heart Break Kid Shawn Michaels. How do I know I can beat you? I am the man, and I can! Degeneration-X is hot, and is on top. The Flock is going to fly away. Come Smackdown, all is well in the D-X camp, 6 heads are gonna rock, but 3 are gonna roll. 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. |