Role Play Background: Degenerate, a man focused on the Television championship. A long time ago his career was in jeopardy when he left with a broken neck after the hell in the cell match with Jarred and his cronies. Jarred Carthallionand Angelus Archer are now around, bu they may be taking one person a little too lightly, looking at Degenerate as the easy pickins in the match. Well Degenerate is out to prove one thing, and that is that he is back, better than ever, and he is not to be taken lightly. Degenerate is going to show that he is a force to be reckoned with alongside his tag team partner The Badd Boy. It's not about the titles that won't be on the line against these boys next week. It's about the pride of this match-up and the fact that The Badd Boy and Degenerate are not going home losers, they are going out on a high note. If they don't like it, ol' D has a couple of words for 'em....
*Degenerate is the workout room, he is lifting some free weights as the camera finds him. He is beginning to perspire a bit, but he doesn't stop. He is wearing black pants and a cut off sleeve shirt. Noone else is in the room, but slight music from a local radio station can be heard in the room as it's played through the speaker. Degenerate looks up at the camera, sets down the weights, and takes a swig of his water. he starts to let his feelings out.*
Degenerate: Jarred man, what's goin' on. Look I know what's been going through your mind, you talk about why haven't we been defending our belts, but obviously you don't pay to close of attention. I defending my television title a couple of weeks ago. As far as the tag title go, there aren't any worth opponents, unless you call yourself a worthy opponent. Well I hardly do, because all I have ever seen from you and believe me during rehab I knew that if I ever wanted to get back into the game I would have to keep striving and pay close attention because the Extreme Measures Federation was my ticket. Anyways all I have seen out of you is time after time you come out here and you whine and cry about something. You are so predictable, the very second something doesn't go your way man, you are out here to tell everyone how you feel, and does that ever accomplish anything Jarred? See I don't think that it does, and the fact of the matter is this, if you are such a hot shot why don't you back up what you say? Oh that's right because you are one of EMF's most well noted losers. Why don't you challenge me to a death cell or something. You seem to be very good at doing that. You have challenged everyone and their brothers to death cells with stipulations like if you beat them they have to leave, and if they beat you, they can have Jarred rules hat with a complimentary cookie. Aren't you such a nice guy? Jarred, you aren't even a respectable man, I guess I can't see you as great as you see yourself. I come out here to have fun, whoop some major @$$, and entertain my fans. You come out here like you are the baddest @$$ to ever roam the earth like you own everyone. Man, you may not know me very well, but you are going to know me very well soon dude, because all I want to do is kick the sh!t out of you, because boy you deserve it. You are so sure that your buddy is going to open a chan, but the problem you don't think about is what if you don't win?
What iv you get beaten and you go home a loser. I don't see you or your buddy getting any wins. You are so full of yourself it's not even funny. We all know which one of us Angelus is facing next week, NOBODY! You have to be a winner to get a shot at the belt. Like you said we managed to get this match to be a non-title, hell I didn't even know until there was a card that this match was made. I'm not scared of no chump that needs to wipe that stupid grin off of his face. I'll smack it off of you in no time. Oh by the way I don't want your congratulations, hell son I don't want anything from you. Hell yeah I've managed to win some championships, I'm just good like that, you don't give me enough credit. You hoped you had ended my career, la-dee-da for you, but tough cookies, because I am a fighter, and I'm not going anywhere. Son you better listen up, you take me too lightly and you can guarantee that I will be knocking the p!ss out of you so d@mn much your head will be spinning, and I don't mean any of that dark gothic spinning crap, no I mean your @$$ belongs to me, but you don't have to like that. The point is, is that you don't know who Degenerate is really, you have no idea what makes me tick, but you have this confidence in which you act like you have known me for years. One match was not enough for you to really get one over on me, hell my team won, but that seems to be looked over, because you like to shrug it off as a fluke. Are all of your losses flukes? That's a hell of a lot of flukes, and I know that the EMF has had it's rough spots, but that many times? I'd have troubles believing that. You d@mn right you failed to end my career, but that's what you are Jarred, you are a big freakin' failure. I don't care if it was two years ago, I don't care if it was right now, I don't care if it is two years in the future, you will always fail. You sit there and build up your buddy, but I know your plans you think that as long as you be sure Angelus can go on for the win that you will have a world title shot. You think we are stupid? Everyone knows your true plans Jarred? You couldn't live if you couldn't always have a shot at losing to the world champion. That's exactly what makes you tick is that greed, but I don't have time to play the greed game with you Jarred, I have bigger fish to fry, and you minnow, you are falling out of my league. Legends may never die, but they sure as hell stick around and annoy the p!ss out of people.
*Degenerate takes another drink of his water and takes a break then to go and work on the punching bag. After a few minutes of a good intensifying work out he turns back to the camera laughing to himself when he thinks of the name Jobbulas Jobber, "The Jobber of Life".*
Degenerate: As far as you Angelus, it looks like you are the man to beat. Hell boy, I should put on a little face paint and make things interesting, isn't that what makes you such a great man. Your face paint and your cereal killing sprees? Isn't that what makes you so sick and sadistic? You are so sure that you have everything in the palm of your hand while you have legendary Jobber backing you up to be sure you can get a victory. Sh!t son, explain to me how you can have a victory if your butt is planted firmly on the ground? I just don't see it happening. That would be crazy. So yo, I hope you do find yourself to be big and bad, I welcome it, but don't think this is just going to be some breeze walk in the park, because you bring what you have to the table and I'll bring what I have. Though I bet you would make an awesome poker player, because you have that poker face. You can put on this big front like you are some big bad @$$ machine, but deep down in your heart you know you aren't what you make yourself out to be, and even I know that boy. That's what I am keying in on. I'll bop your head so far down your throat you'll be smilin' out yo @$$. The stench for you probably wouldn't be any different. Something else I know is that you are taking me so lightly that you and jarhead are wanting to knock me out early so you can try and put the ol' double team on my buddy BB so that you can go for his intercontinental Championship, but don't count me out so quickly painted face of jobber. I get knocked down, but just as annoying as Jarred walking around I'll be right back to my old tricks and bouncing around that ring faster than you can realize what just hit you. Whether I plant a boot upside your head or a drop you on your face, man I do it all and I enjoy doing it all. Angelus, get this, you have quite a history for your talk around here, now if you are so bad why did you get the shizzle beat out of you by Wasabi and Raptor. How come Badd Boy keeps whooping you. Would you just stay dead for once, or do you have one of those living dead things going on?
I don't know about you, because you are about as freak as it gets for me buddy. Freak Nasty Job Squad, that could be a good street name, you might want to go with that. Aw hell just a suggestion, you probably know all about the streets don't you? Yeah you know most of them are gray with lines, but you don't know what the lines mean, that's about all you would know. I hope that you learn a lesson from the world's most dangerous man Degenerate. That's right, that's me, that's me, that Big bouncing wonder named D. Jarred has probably told you all these stories flooding your head about how great you are, and how weak I am. About how much of a push over I will be, but as you should know from being around that boy so d@mn long none of the things he says ever comes out quite like he hopes. That means come time to throw it all down, you will be layed out. You see originally I didn't pick you to be the back-up man for the fight, but he pieces of the puzzle fit right. You have dreams of gaining you some gold, Jarred wants Badd Boy tied up so he can be given another shot at the world championship. It's very simple. The next Pay-Per-View is Dark Horizon, so what you are thinking is that you are so dark and mysterious that it would be the perfect time for the two of you to gain control. What's in a name other than letters? See you look at Dark Horizon as the next reign of darkness, but then again you have the name Slayer of Life and you go trying to rape and kill that bee from the Cheerio's. Then you go and job to everyone on the roster, so it's painfully obvious that your name really does nothing for you, now does it Mr. Archer? Psh, you don't even shoot a bow and arrow, what a dorky name. Anyways, look I know that I am the freakin' man out there, and I know that you...well...aren't. So do your best, throw it all out there and just give me everything you can, but please don't wet yourself when I punch you because of excitement and don't go crying to Jarred when you lose. When it comes down the line nobody can stir the sh!t up quite like a Degenerate can. I will see you soon on Shockwave, and don't let the loss hurt you, because it will be a loss AND IF YOU'RE NOT DOWN WITH THAT I'VE GOT TWO WORDS FOR YA....YOU SUCK!
*CaRnAgE opens the door to signal for Degenerate to come hang out for a few minutes. Degenerate throws his towel over the camera, packs up his stuff and the camera shuts off as Degenerate heads out of the room. The scene fades.*
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