SEXY BOY
*"Sexy Boy" plays and the fans rise out of their seats and cheer as The Heart Break Kid walks out from behind the curtain. He flexes on top of the rampway as he then makes his way down the ramp. He walks up the steps to the ring apron and does a little strut alongside the ropes before stepping through. He walks to the center of the ring and does two spins before stopping and flexing with pyrotechnics firing off behind him. Dressed in jeans and a white HBK Wrestling School shirt with black boots he has Liliane Garcia hand him a microphone. After she gives it to him she steps out of the ring. He stands in the middling of the ring after the music fades out and raises the microphone to his lips...the fans sit down.*
HBK: Cut my music! Now I can't just sit around and play kiddy games, I have to get right down to the point! You see on Monday Night they have me debuting up against Bradshaw one half of the APA. Bradshaw, you do not want to get overly confident, because you do not know what kind of mess you are in now. Listen Brad, you sit in the back and drink your beers, or your liquid stupidity to help you for your matches. Maybe you think you will be a little less tolerable to pain, but I think you are just a small small boy trapped in an old man's body, and you need a few drops of Grandpa's cough medicine to give you the courage to get in the ring and get your @$$ whipped. I'm thinking you just don't have what it takes to get in the ring all sobered up and go one on one with the best this business has to offer. You Mr. Bradley need to open your eyes and see that drinking a beer, smoking a cigarette, and hiding behind your girlfriend Faarooq is not going to make you some big bad man. Well not so bad boy, maybe it is time for you to realize that you can't always hide behind your partner and some times you have to put up with the facts that you are a nobody. And nobody cares what little Bradley baby wants, just put another tear in your beer, and get your act together, 'cuz you need to keep your d@mn mouth shut.
The biggest thing that you are missing is that you are messing with the absolute best in the business. I am the the show stoppa, the main event, THE ICON of sports entertainment today. I am the Heart Break Kid Shawn Michaels, and I am the man in this ring. I have beaten the best, and I have beaten the men better than them. There is NOBODY that is better than ol' HBK, and rest assured I intend on keeping it that way. Bradshaw they say the best things come from Texas, well you were just an accident, but the fans love San Antonio's own HBK. So you don't like me, well I don't like you, and you are just one step, ONE STEP in helping me reach my goal. I will prove right here in this ring in this federation that I am the best in the IXCW. I will be the world champion sooner than later, and I guarand@mntee you that some little chump boy like you is not going to put any haults in my plans. I will go one by one, and no matter how many people have to fall down everyone will dance to a new tune as I climb that latter all the way until I am standing on top of it. There is no slowing me down, because really there is noone quite like me, and nobody even compares. So that just makes it that much easier for me to keep on climbin', while the girls keep on a swooin', and just like that The Heart Break Kid becomes the world champion. Let me go ahead and thank you right now Bradshaw, because as I said you are just step one of many.
When it comes to the ring, there is no holding back, and there is no dancing or prancing around. Two heads will rock and I know one will roll. I hope your ears or ringing Bradshaw, because before long you yourself will be dancing to a new tune, one that everybody loves to dance to. The tune of that sweet chin music. I don't care how big you think you are, once the botton of my foot clocks you right upside that kisser of yours you will have no choice but to fall flat on your back....well its not as if that is hard for you, it's all you have ever done in your career, but once again you will stare up at the lights. The lights above you will be on, but the ones inside your overgrown head will be out! I can't wait until I get the chance to step between those ropes once again and do what Shawn Michaels does best, and that's entertain his fans, while beating the crap out of some poor chump that got the honor of being in ol' HBK's ring standing across from the man himself, the most flamboyant and the most resilliant superstar ever in the business. Flamboyant, because there will never be another quite like me, and resilliant, because no matter what you do, and you'll hate me for this, but I always get back up, because HBK does not lie down FOR ANYBODY! Especially not you Bradshaw. So bring your drunk rear to the ring, and I'll bring my toe steppin' beat of Sweet Chin Music and I will gladly put you down for the count 1...2...3! NOW HIT MY MUSIC!
*Shawn Michaels throws down his microphone, as "Sexy Boy" starts back up. The fans rise out of their seats cheering yet again. He steps through the ropes and hops down onto the arena floor. He walks up the rampway and goes behind the curtain. The music dies down and the fans sit back down in their seats as they await the next exciting event to happen in the IXCW.*
OOC: Sorry trying to get rid of the HBK rp rust.
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