Rancid & Derian Deniot: Simply Awesome
Yeah...that's right. We came from Seth's camp. Trained and raised in the wrestling world to win at all means necessary. Wait, I know what you're saying. That's not like Seth. Well, listen to his song. "Things that I did yesterday don't matter anymore." Yeah. That's basically Seth's new way of thinking. He'll stay Old School...but he's realized that you gotta change at sometime. Oh by the way, this is Derian Deniot. Y'know, my partner in crime, Rancid, he don't do much talking. You'll find that out, as will Michael Cole in the upcoming interview...
Michael Cole: I'm in the back...
Indeed Good ol' MC is in the back in front of Rancid and Derian Deniot's locker room. We await the interview debut of Derian and Rancid, and Michael is looking to get some words from Rancid concerning his brutal attack on Shae at the Pay Per View. Suddenly, the locker room door opens. First out comes Rancid. He has a wrestling singlet on with matching shorts and his name written across the singlet. His hair is matted down with either water or sweat, that's something only he knows. He appears to always look angry. Following Rancid is the brash, arrogant, and always looking good Derian Deniot. His short blond hair is slicked back and he wears his sparkled trenchcoat with his long tights. He appears to be ready to wrestle as does Rancid. But instead, he pulls his sunglasses down to the end of his nose and looks Michael Cole straight in the eye.
Derian Deniot: Before you go off shootin' your mouth Mikey, I want you to know that if you touch anything on me, or anything that belongs to me, such as this locker room door, you ain't gonna like what I'm gonna do.
Michael Cole: What're you going to do? You gonna hit me?
Derian Deniot: Nah...that'd just make me waste energy, kinda like my match with Rancid here tomorrow against a team with an incredibly original *COUGH COUGH* NOT name, Pain. Pain? What's that. Is that what you're going to be feeling after tomorrow? Pain...is that the stress you go through thinking about how horrible you are? Pain...is that you pullin' and yankin' at your non existant penis as you try to masturbate? You know that you can't be goin' off thinkin' that you're going to beat us? Look at this. You have Rancid to my left. A man...no no no...a MONSTER who stands seven feet one inch tall, with Four-Hundred and Eighty-Five pounds of sheer anger and terror. And you wanna talk about your tables Table Man? You gotta expect that someone...by the way, that won't be either myself or Rancid...is going through a table. So little Sharkton whatever it is, Adam, or you superfreak Table Man, the giant that stands next to me, you gotta be ready to feel a shatter of our own. And then, then, you have myself. Derian Deniot. Six feet two inches, which measures more than my height, and Two Hundred and Forty pounds of muscle, tone, finness, health, and of everything that you two chump bitches ain't. And you gotta contend with us tomorrow? In a Death match? Now, I've had a few near death experiences myself. Let me just tell you this Mikey, if it nearly kills me to go with 8 women at once, 9 times each, all night long, don't you try it...one, you don't got "it", and two you're gay. And Table Man, I mean, women don't like Tables as much as they enjoy a comfortable soft bed. A bed, of course, the status of my...exploits...is going to be soft, plush, and great for makin' love. But the bed that me and Rancid send you to, it's one of those hard-ass little hospital beds where they shove needles in you, give ya a bedpan to Number One in, and gotta help ya do your number two...
Michael Cole: SHUT UP WILL YA? I was trying to conduct an interview. I mean, granted you answered half my questions. But the other half is for Rancid. What do you have to say concerning your actions against Shae?
Derian attempts to warn Mikey not to waste his time but to no avail. The question is responded to by heavy breathing, a cold stare, and a sick smile.
Michael Cole: Rancid? Okay, maybe next questions. Do you have ambitions to go for the World Heavyweight Title in singles competition? Or are you and Derian going for Tag Team Gold?
Again, Rancid stares at him, and laughs a small bit, as he grins sickly again.
Michael Cole: Where have you...
Derian Deniot: As I was about to say, Rancid here don't talk much. But you proceeded to waste our time with two and a half questions. To answer your first questions, Rancid did what he felt like doing. He was told to give a buzz to Shae, and that's exactly what he did. He happens to enjoy beating people within an inch of their life. Heh...which means tomorrow's match is right down his alley. And your second question...tomorrow against Pain is our first steps to goin' to the top of the Tag Team Division. Table Man and Adam Charkton are just stepping stones, or should I say pebbles in the road to our destiny. We don't, and won't back down from anyone, and tomorrow, we'll make sure that no one challenges us without good reason. Table Man, Charkton, prepare for a fight of your life, because there ain't no way you're going to survive this battle. On your side, you've got a person with a Table fetish and a guy who uses the word "fuck" a whole lot. And on my side, a beast who maims unthinkingly, and a sex icon who can give the time in the ring, and in the bed. Tomorrow Pain, find out why we're just plain Uncomparable to the other Tag Teams...if you want to call them that.
With that, Deniot and Rancid go off leaving Michael Cole in a state of confusion, yet satisfaction that he got his job done. Derian takes a left, and Rancid follows as the camera...