Role Play Background: Long time no see or hear from Degenerate, but he is back and will be teaching lessons at the house show.
*"Without Me" starts playing as people stand up and start moving to the Eminem beat. They also start cheering for Degenerate as he comes out from the back dancing to his music. The arena for the house show is packed as they all can't wait for the next exciting time that Jarred Jobs! Degenerate dressed in his usual black and lime "X" attire makes his way down the rampway soaking up the cheers. He rolls into the ring and does his signature spin and twirl then stops and flexes holding the pose. While doing so a line of pyrotechnics fire off behind him, then when they finish with two lines they start firing out in "X" formations. Degenerate smiles as he runs and jumps up onto a turnbuckle throwing his arms into the air. Degenerate hops down and signals for his music to be cut as he is handed a microphone.*
Degenerate: As I get started, I can't help but to immediately think of Jarred Carthallion, the EMF's resident Living Jobber. The only man who has a record that goes over fifty wins and over fifty losses that actually is under five hundred. He has now officially lost more than he was one as he dropped from being one of the feared...HAHAHA...sorry, I couldn't resist, well let's just say he was a well known name, to the biggest jobber this side of An Archy. It's pathetic...Jarred, when you used to come out here and talk about me all you could ever rant about was my neck, and how you ruined my career. Let me correct you, you did not ruin my career, you improved it. Maybe I owe you a thank you. What you did for was feed my desire. When I was sitting at home with my broken neck, all I could think about was how bad I wanted to kill you. Come back into the ring and show you what I was made of, but you know what? Now that I am back, and I realize how much I miss being in this ring, I don't want to kill you, because since I've been back I have understood that this is a real sport where I look for real competition. Jarred wrestling you is a f*cking joke. You aren't competition, you are a jobber. It's almost time for another one of your I'm back speeches so that you can really be watched as you job some more. There is not a person in our locker room that couldn't beat you. You would job to the lowliest of jobbers, whether that is in fact An Archy, or it's Gillberg, RVT, X-Cold-T, any of those guys. The only guy you could not job too, and if the two of you fought, it would end in a tie because we'd all be bored is Jobbulus Jobber, the Jobber of life. You two would step into a ring and be so busy trying to job to one another the rest of us would find full entertainment out of listening to a Badd Boy promo! I can not believe you have sunk to such a level. Why do we even book you in matches. When you add up the figures, the bottom line you will come up with is the fact that I am going to rip you to shreds, because I've been keeping on top of my game the best that I can. I could sneeze and beat you, that's how wonderful this is. If I breathe hard enough I will knock you over and pin you. I think you are in the mix so it looks tougher, and maybe you can intimidate the rook, but you can't intimidate me, but I'm not telling you anything you don't already know. Lace up your boots again, put on your shrunken tights, and come out to the ring. Maybe you should do some of your infamous whining and babbling about how great you are, and make everyone laugh as you completely contradict yourself. You are the walking contradiction, and noone fears you. Are you even still a man? Did the Ikeda boys take too much away from you and whither you away? Could you just not hang tough? Who knows, but what is known is that you probably won't ever see another championship, people like Messiah will continue to wlak all over you and spit on you, people like the rook Dennis Fontaine will stomp a mudhole in you, and people like me will make you just drop down, and s*ck it!
*Degenerate makes a swaying motion across his crotch laughing.*
Degenerate: As far as you go Dennis Fontaine, welcome to the EMF, welcome to your demise. Now let us look at the facts and get them straight, you are walking into Arizona into your first house show with dreams that this match is going to be huge. Jump start your career, but that's because a lot of you rooks don't realize that these house shows don't mean a d@mn thing, if you win, that's nice, it doesn't put you in line for anything, the only reason you get to fight someone like me is so that the crowd is forced to pay attention to you in the ring so that they can watch me move like a butterfly and sting like a be, then learn who you are before you get your push to be on television. This is what I ask of you as a veteran of the EMF, and you better remember that you always pay due respect to those who came before you. I want you to put on one hell of a job. Ignore Jarred, he always does a p!$$ poor job, I want you to give it everything you have, and make me work for my victory. Excite these fans, but don't inflate your ego, because my outlook is that I want you to do good so that the EMF can get some added talent, but I also will be showing you how good your competition is. The fact of the matter is that I'm walking into a match against two people, and I am walking out of there the winner of the match, since after all the winner is the best person in the match, and well, we all know that I am the better man. You couldn't shine my boots, but then again Jarred isn't worthy to even shine your boots. If you make mistakes, you will pay for them, you screw things up I will close handedly blast you in the face and give you a reminder. You have a great opportunity being in this match against me, don't screw it up, because I am here to entertain the fans, they love me, they don't know you, so you aren't worthy of sh!t around here. Don't let fame get to your head, because you are brand flippin' new to the best federation out there. Very few federations could even hold the slightest candle to what we have here. The Extreme Measures Federation is all about giving it your all, and going to the Extreme Measures. It's what we all live for. Meet the expectations or get the hell out. Basically instead of just giving you the usual hard time I give everybody, I'm giving you your first lessons in what to expect, because I hate the young bucks that have me kick their @$$ and their ego shatters because they don't know why. I myself will not hold back on you, I explode with talent and you will see that there Denny, 'cuz Mr. Fountain, you are just another chump in my record book, and I will remember you when you make it big, as long as you remember me as the first guy in the EMF to totally whoop your @$$. You have a lovely day, don't expect such a lovely match, and I will be seeing you soon, if you're not down with me kicking your @$$, I've got two words for ya...DON'T CARE!
*Degenerate heads to the back and the fans cheer while his theme plays again. It is only a matter of time before it dies out and the fans calm down again. On the way to his locker room Degenerate stops at the interview area where a monitor is on. He gets to see what Dennis Fontaine has to say. Degenerate laughs as he turns around. He spots the camera and decides to give out some more about his match.*
Degenerate: Oh looky here, Fountain speaks, and I almost drop dead of boredom. Now let me have you stand corrected. It is great after all that you don't see this house show as just some event, and you will be taking my advice to just bring it, but listen up Denny, I can read you like a book, and if you don't remove that over confident grin, it will be smacked right off of your face, because the only deserving cocky grin allowed around here is MINE!
*Degenerate decides to flash that cocky grin that is so signature to him.*
Degenerate: Degenerate: You come out here calling me a girl? Okay, now I can see you calling Jarred a girl, that's no problem, and rather well expected. You have picked up on his character real quick, but come on now, I didn't stoop to that on you, I mean if that's the best you could come up with, granted you are stupid, I guess we'll run with that. I would like to insure you that I am not the lucky winner of an immense @$$ kicking, I will be the one delivering the prize directly to you. I would hate for you to get all ready for this match and leave disappointed that you didn't get your @$$ handed to you by me, after all it is all my problems isn't it Denny boy? My only problem is you, so I guess if there is already a problem then we need to fix it, and clear things up before it gets out of hand. Is that what we need to be doing here Fountain? Because I know that the problem, will be solved if I have to do the solving.
*Degenerate starts acting like he's drawing problems out in the air then he just shakes his head.*
Degenerate: You want to talk about reaching the end of the journey, well I am at that status, of having the thousands of fans chanting my name, I have been placed up at the top with teh greats, and I have found just about everything I could want. I am not at the end of the journey though, because the end only comes when I say it does. If I'm not ready for it to come, then that's too bad, it isn't coming. You look like you shall be the one that tries so hard, but fails miserably and falls back into the deep abyss of your normal life, because you probably don't have what it takes to hack it around here.
*Degenerate stops and grabs a nearby bottled water of his taking a drink then slamming it back down.*
Degenerate: You are d@mn right that your journey just got more difficult though, you have no idea! You see Denny, it doesn't matter if you don't slack off, you don't have to slack off, because it isn't going to take anything for me to beat you. I won't leave your legs with enough strength to stand, and your arms won't have feeling in them. I might let your heart keep beating, but I will leave you un-conscious, because you don't have to give up, been when you are incompacitated, the ref can just call the match calling you the loser since you couldn't continue, I could force your arm to flail in the tapping motion, or I can pin you. I am not a stairway for anybody! You won't be stepping on me...if you try to mess with this step, like chutes and ladders, you will find the chute that takes you back to square one!
*Degenerate holds up one single finger.*
Degenerate: Dear God, one true lord of the ring? Spare the poor people of Glendale, and save them the humanity. I am not some disposable fool, if you check the books, you are the disposable one. We could throw you away and never hear from you again and that would bee all but too sweet, and if you don't like that you can s*ck it!
*Degenerate does a crotch chop as he heads to the back.*
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