Everyone knows that Derian DENIOT(I stress the spelling...) and Rancid, the team of Simply Awesome, lost in their debut match to Table Man and Adam Charkton, the team otherwise known as Pain. No big deal, aside from the fact of being cut up, they'll take to the X-Treme and still compete. Whereas many have quit after seeing their own blood, Derian and Rancid go on. This time, we catch the Sex Icon of the Northeast and the Beast known as Rancid just stepping into the arena. Derian has on a tight muscle shirt, in a fashionable dark purple with black trim, as well as some slick leather pants. Rancid has a sweatshirt with sweatpants on, his hair down, and always looking mad. Beth Smith catches up with them from behind, microphone in hand, and cameraman following close behind. She calls out, and Derian turns his head at the female voice. He sees the damsel interviewer and slows down so she can catch up. Rancid, seeing that his partner stopped, shakes his head, and walks back.
Derian Deniot: Say little lady, slow on down. What're you in a hurry for? I heard a sweet voice callin' my name, and saw you runnin' towards me. Now, I could guess which of the two you wanted, but I want to hear it for myself.
Beth Smith: Well, sure, I wanted to know what your thoughts are on the comments made about you from Ryda, concerning your match this Saturday at Massacre!
Derian lowers his trademark sunglasses, and looks Beth right in the eye before looking at the cameraman. The cameraman takes this as a cue to start rolling, and hits the record button.
Derian Deniot: Ryda, you think you're pretty smooth don't you? You think that you're better than myself, think that you're a better man, and you think that you can compare to me. A guy who can't read a sign with large letters. A guy, who can't read simple kindergartener words stuck on a sign, and calls a gas station toilet infested. Hey, I'd prefer more toilet infested stations around here. You'd have your standard stereotypical gas stations with the crap lining the walls, bugs crawling in and out of the bowl, and water that not even the deprived people in this world would drink, let alone wash themselves. And then, you might have an alternative, a cleaner, better looking restroom, which has the good water, some air fresheners, and a flusher that actually works. And, you'll find it a little strange, but that's just how it is between you and me. You, my quote unquote "friend" are that rat infested sewer pipe folks have a hard time calling a toilet. The run down, dirty, out of shape, out of date, smell-like-shit facility. And I, Derian Deniot, the breath of fresh air, the bright spot in a crappy place, and the one that gets to touch all the ladies' asses. In simpler terms for an undergraduate such as yourself, I'm the one that's gonna take you to the dog house.
Beth Smith: But what about those comments about him praying for you, hoping that...
Derian Deniot: He doesn't rip me limb from limb? Ryda, you're like the others. All those other "Dark Master" Wanna-bes. You pray for me, you pray for yourself, you pray that you don't rip me limb from limb, or kill me. When the actual common sense world thinks of it, you don't have the capacity to kill me. You couldn't kill me if I was chained on a bed, immobilized by your bitch, and you had a fist of knives. Sure, go ahead and say it's all figures of speech, but they're overused figures of speech is the difference. You can look into my eyes, and you won't see fear, I don't know who the hell you are, and I don't care. You could have won seventy five belts in your life with one arm tied behind your back and got laid by some of the ugliest bitches in the world. Although the latter's true from what your ex told me, I don't care. Ain't no one in this area recognize the talent you say you have, and there ain't no one here that thinks you're the shit. You look in my eyes, and you don't see fear. You see one cocky, arrogant, son of a bitch, with no worries about what one boy claims he's gonna do to me. Why? Because this cocky, arrogant, sonuvabitch knows that that's all the boy's makin'. Claims and stakes. This cocky, arrogant sonuvabitch knows that this dumbshit kid wouldn't haul off and slug the gas station attendant because he got no BALLS. So Ryda, bring your ball-less carcass to Springfield, Massachusetts, at the Civic Center, and find out that your the first person in a long line of fallen enemies.
Beth Smith: Now, Rancid, you have a match with Eric...
Beth is interrupted by Rancid grabbing the microphone, and mashing up to his mouth. He's always been known to be a man of few words, and his next blurb of speech shows that he can get the point across very very clearly, without using that many words.
Rancid: Eric Avalanche...you think that you're smart? You think you can make a beast like me tap out to a piss-poor move like that thing you call a maneuver? You watch...you just watch Eric Avalanche. You'll see this...I don't need help from anyone to flick off a shitless prick like you. I could just as easily, heh heh heh...SNAP YOU WITH MY FINGERS, as I can break this microphone with my hands. You think I'm just another victim for your journey if you want to call it that? You have it all wrong. You're dead wrong. I'm your roadblock. I'm the cement wall that's going to topple on you, crush you, and make you quiver with pain. I'm the one who will stop not only your career in the DRWF, but I'll stop your heart from beating. They'll cart you off to a hospital, start you up again, and you'll think nothing happened. I'll be your constant reminder that I can crush you in my hand. I am the Rampage that runs in the DRWF...You don't stop me. Because Eric, if you try...I'll stop you DEAD in your tracks...
Derian, obviously surprised and impressed with his partner's mic skills decides to send a message out to his Late Nite Show opponent, Tyrone Gibson.
Derian Deniot: One more thing before I leave you little lady. On the Late Nite Show, the Sex Icon of the Northeast faces a gangsta from the ghetto. Tyrone Gibson, you watch what I do to Ryda, how I make him kneel before me and call me the one who beat his ass, and expect to do the same. Take notes, not just to help yourself, but take notes so that you learn from me. You heard me right, LEARN FROM ME. In this game, I'm gonna be the best teacher you ever had. From the ring, to the floor, to the ladies at the door, I'm the one that makes 'em all scream. And Gibson, you'll be next in line after Ryda. Next in line for a whippin' that's comparable to the streets where you grew up.
Derian looks Beth up and down (pausing at the middle for obvious reasons) and nudges Rancid to continue their walk to their locker room. They leave Beth looking Derian up and down with a lustful smile on her face as the cameraman slowly turns the fade-out knob on the camera...
***Derian faces Gibson on the Late Nite Show, and Ryda on Massacre. Rancid looks to annihilate Eric Avalanche Saturday from the sold out Civic Center in Springfield, Massachusetts!***