Role Play Background: Degenerate the rookie killer lines another one up.
*Degenerate is in his locker room. He is putting some tape on his wrists. CaRnAgE is in the locker room too talking to him. CaRnAgE pulls a T-Shirt out of a bag and puts it on.*
CaRnAgE: So what do you think of my new gear?
Degenerate: What in the hell is that?
CaRnAgE: It's my new "I'm a Twilight Ripoff" T-shirt. You should get one too.
Degenerate: But I'm not.
CaRnAgE: Are you sure!?
*CaRnAgE gives Degenerate a suspicious look. Then the camera man knocks. CaRnAgE opens the door for him.*
CaRnAgE: I guess that means I'm going to head out. Later.
*CaRnAgE walks out of the room. The camera sets up and Degenerate sits on top of a chair sitting ont he back part of it putting his feet on the seat. He looks into the camera.*
Degenerate: John Cena you are just the next new kid on the block. I've seen guys like you rolling up in the hundreds and I'm usually the one that has to put them down. You want to come in rapping and thugging, you aren't either. I can rap, I can spit rhymes, I can do all of that. I've seen the mean streets of Chicago I can be thuggin and buggin. Cena you don't even know what you are messing with going up against me. In your debut match I'm going to take you to the school of hard knocks. This is going to be a Degenerate style, the way I like to do things. I'll show you what being a real thug is around here John. It may be a one on one, but it might as well be an ambulance match, because there's only one place to go when I'm done. What makes you think that being a rookie you are good enough to compete with me? You aren't even close to being in my league. Mr. John Cena couldn't crack it here if he tried his damndest. This isn't the place where you come because you think you are better than everyone else. This is where you come to prove you are better than everyone else. You have to prove that you are the top guy John, not just tell me you are, so at Return of an Era are you going to prove it to me? Show me that you should be one of the best? Or are you just going to keep talking, because if that's all you do, I can talk circles around you son. I could also dance circles around you. I just have that uncanny natural ability. You think just because I've been laying low lately that I am some sort of jobber, let me get you up to date John. My neck has had some bad injuries so I'm only allowed to wrestle every so often, because if I break my neck again in that ring and I become a vegetable then I could sue Prez Mike and he doesn't want that. So he enforces what the company doctors say about me, so lately I've been laying low, but I think I'm ready for full competition again. I can eat chumps like you for breakfast. You aren't even close to being in my league so whatever made you think that you would be winning your debut match makes me think you are nuts. What skills do you think that you have again? Alright from what can be seen when you walked out you work out, but I haven't seen you in the ring, so I can't say that you have real talent yet. Until you show me what you have talent wise you will be a little rookie that wants to be big. You aspire to be one of the greatest, but that is a long ways away from now. This business is all about proving yourself and what you can do. Guys like me that proved what we had to prove a long time ago, so when we see the young bloods come in we laugh in your face at what you have to say to us. We've been around the EMF, we know who is who, we know who can do what, and we know where to tread in the deep waters. You don't know any of that, but you will pretend like you do so that you don't have to admit your own faults. Cena, that just makes us want to eat you alive even more son, because we know we can mess with you. You can't come prepared for a match with me and know what you are getting yourself into, it's virtually impossible. So keep on talking Big John, keep talking like you know what you are saying, act hard boy, but all you are doing is acting. When I say I can play hard, then I am, I wouldn't still be here if everything I said in the past was a lie. I know I can back it up dog. Let alone you are in a mid card match at the pay-per-view event, this is your big debut for us. This is where you have to prove yourself or lose yourself. I'm ready to whoop your @$$ all around that ring and put you in your place son. I'm ready to take you old school and show you how we really do this sh!t right. Not how we goof off and play games. Not how we trash talk and not back it up. What are you going to be thinking when my fist meets your face for the first time? It's going to be a snap back to reality, when you can tell me which one of the lights on the arena ceiling is out because you won't get to see much else. I'm too good and too fast for you. Don't make the mistake of calling me old, I'm still in my prime years, I'm no where near old age, and the bottom line is, if you're not down with that I've got two words for ya SUCK IT!
*Degenerate hops down and gives a crotch chop to the camera then the scene fades to black.*
*The tron lights up and has a split screen view. DGNR8 is dressed up in an "I'm a Twilight Ripoff" T-Shirt. He is in his own office he stole at EMF headquarters...it looks more like a janitors closet. Degenerate is on the other side of the split screen sitting in the interview area of the Sun Dome.*
DGNR8: Degenerate how nice it is to see you again in all of your glory. Are you ready for John Cena at Return of an era?
Degenerate: Let me show you something.
*Degenerate gets up and pulls a rolling chalkboard over. He starts drawing a goofy looking character, and right next to it he sketches a much larger studly looking man. He then erases the goofy looking character and puts above the studly guys head "Degenerate", and puts an X where the goofy character was.*
Degenerate: You see here this is me, and John Cena.
DGNR8: I don't see John Cena.
Degenerate: Exactly, because he got crushed into nonexistance by the X-Man!
DGNR8: Very interesting portrayal. So Cena had some things to say about you, and about the newcomers. He pointed out he doesn't need flashy intros or specian entrances. How about you?
Degenerate: What would I need it for. I do like a little bit of pyro, because things need to go boom like I do when I'm in the ring. But other then that it seems like we actually have something that we agree on. All these little kids with lots of money blowing it on all the flashy stuff, they are the kids who can't hack it in the ring. I only get what I want, but I don't need to flash to make my name known. They have all of that stuff but they still can't get a louder pop than me when we head towards that ring.
DGNR8: You said you had some thug in you and that you could rap and rhyme, prove it.
Degenerate: Prove it? You going to tell me what to do like you my momma?
What's wrong with you son did you suffers ome major head trauma?
I'm going to leave this interview before I lose my mind,
I'm a nice guy right now, but when I get to the ring, I won't be so kind!
STRAIGHT!!!
*Degenerate gives a peace sign up in the air as he stands up and heads away. DGNR8 Slams the door close and the interview somes to an end.*
*Degenerate has his a shower robe on. He looks at the mirror and slides the robe off. He flexes looking into the mirror wearing jean shorts and his new T-Shirt. He smiles as he enjoys his "I'm a Twilight Ripoff" T-Shirt. He hears a knock on the door and CaRnAgE walks in. Degenerate hurridly closes the robe back up.*
CaRnAgE: What in the hell are you doing?
Degenerate: Uh...nothing.
CaRnAgE: Was that the "I'm a ripoff of Twilight" T-Shirt I caught a glimpse of?
Degenerate: No!
CaRnAgE: Prove it, what shirt is that?
Degenerate: Okay it is! Geeze.
CaRnAgE: A-Ha! I knew it!
*CaRnAgE returns the suspicious look to Degenerate then bursts out laughing.*
*"The Beat for Word Life" starts playing when the fans expect the newcomer John Cena. Out walks Degenerate in a St. Louis Rams Marshal Faulk Jersey. A pair of baggy jean shorts on and a chain with a master lock hanging from his neck. He walks down the rampway with a microphone.*
Degenerate: Yo yo yo, check it
It's time for me to spit it
Cena I'm going to come out hard hittin'
Knock you back and put you into a defensive position
God knows you are about is fun as the spanish inquisition
I run this joint, I put the key into the ignition
I start the fire that runs my desire
I'll own you and leave you with a sign reading "I'm broke please hire"
I can spit flows that nobody knows throwing off all you've got to go,
Face it Cena you are stepping into one of the twelve big shows
I'm about to knock you into next week
Is that your nose I'm punchin or is that your d@mned beak?
I didn't want some rookie jobber like you
I wanted Wes Ikeda for the world championship not some runaway from the zoo
So Cena I'm going to lay you to rest
Then Wes I'm coming to prove I'm the best
World Championship better go on the line
So you had best beat Triple H and whoop his behind
Back to you Cena wait until you feel my kick
For all I care you can suck my...
*Degenerate holds up the mic as the crowd yells "D!ck".*
Degenerate: Word Life!
*Degenerate rolls into the ring and stands in the center as the beat fades out.*
Degenerate: Cena, is that the best you have got for the X-Man? You want to call me old, well I'll be d@mned if being in the professional ring for three years makes me old then you need to find another career because in three years you don't make enough money to last a life time. You'll see what this so called has been can do. You probably don't even know what a black and white projector is, it's too bad the details of your career are still being written in a Dr. Suess book. I will always remain the man who gave it his all. I'm the only man to come back to wrestling to come back twice after breaking my neck twice on seperate nights from vicious matches. Something about the game makes me want to stick to it and keep on going. Keep showing little punk b!tches like you who the real man of the game is. The thug needs to learn a few basic degenerate-a-nomics. The first of which is that you don't f@ck with Degenerate unless you for some reason like Angelus Archer or The Badd Boy seem to enjoy getting your @$$ kicked. I still don't know why you think you are going to need to go get the casket picked out, it sure as hell ain't for me. Maybe if you are planning for where I am going to be leaving you I could see where this was going, but the bottom line is you can't bring me down Cena. The X marks the spot, and you can consider yourself marked John, so you remember that when I lay the smackdown on ya. If you're not down with that I've got four words for ya..."Word to yo momma!"
*Degenerate throws out the "Word Life" hand sign then heads to the back and prepares for his match.*
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