//Public Service Annoucement: This roleplay will definatley contain profanity and I advise you not to read it if your under 14 years of age unless you want to be stunned to Extreme limits. If you find it hard and uncomfortable for your little mind I suggest you go read someone elses roleplay.//

//People Mentioned//: Akmed, Ruckus //Roleplay title//: Fuck you Akmed //Word count//: dunno //Contact//: [email protected] //OOC//: heh sorry it's short

//Fuck you. These words are spoken by an angry man. Fuck you. These words are a teengae girls anthem. Fuck you. These words are written in black, bold on the white T-Shirt of Rebecca Rancid. Rebecca who is sitting down in a courtroom puts her legs up on the judges desk. A lot of people sit down watching her. They mainly consist of adults between the age of 20-30. All of them are dressed in black. The courtroom is silent. No a word is said. Everyone just sits there and watches Rebecca fascinated. A young girl at the age of 23. Can she be a judge already? Rebecca takes out a cigarette. She lites it up and begins to smoke. A few people in the front row start to cough. Rebecca puts the cigarette out immediatley. She then clears her throat.// //Rebecca//: Hello everybody. Thank you for joining me here. Well your probably wondering what i'm doing here. Is it because of my latest actions that got me accused for murder? No it's not. I'm the judge. I own this motherfucking place. I just bought it. Your probably wondering why? Well some questions are better left unanswered. Well what do you know? I got T-shirts like this for everyone in here. Everybody can have one. Just like mine or maybe in black. They make a good statement. Anyways, lets talk about why i'm here. Now a lot of you have been offended by one man. And that man is Akmed. A man who makes people look bad. Now Akmed. These people are really mad at you. You've abused the gifts you have. The gifts that you share with each individual here. Look at these people. So goddamn innocent..so hurt..by you. It's your fault Akmed. You came out mocking these people. How you ask? Well don't you dare ask about something like that! You don't have a right to. Well since I brought that up why not tell you? Remember how you wanted to turn Ruckus into a pretzel? Well was that suppose to be bad? Did you ought to say that to hurt him? Some of these people love and enjoy the taste of pretzels. I do aswell. You offended them Akmed. They are mad at you and I am here to speak on their behalf. Loom around at some more innocent faces. What do you see? Anger. This time it's anger. They want me to tell you that they don't like you. They don't like you because you attacked me. You actually attacked a woman? I mean c'mon you could have atleast warned me. Some woman here found it very disturbing. They didn't like it...AT ALL! They are amd at you Akmed...The sexist! *Rebecca laughs* No wonder you don't have a girlfreind. Now i'm not saying I was scared or anything. You jumped me. How much do you weight? 340 pounds? 400 pounds? Well it doesn't matter Akmed. You couldn't hurt a fly if you wanted to. I guess it's right what they say. You are what you eat. And you my freind are nothing but pudding. Your sick Akmed..your weak and pathetic. Your a fool. Why did you even attack me? Don't you think I was standing there wanting it? I waiting for you to attack me so I could feel your strenght. Akmed don't you think I was playing with your head the minute I entered that very ring. I had plans...And having plans is good. Akmed. Do you ever wonder what your getting yourself into? Hmm? It's nice to think sometimes. Think before you act. Me fighting you will be nothing but puching loosley packed fat around the place. Damn i'm fighting some man who can't even see his own penis. You think you have it all figured out don't you? But you don't know what your in for. Do you even know me Akmed? No. I've been throguht the most fucked up life. A night mare. I own a goddamn torture chamber. You don't know what I could do to you. I could rip your fucking lungs out and burn them. Just burn them and you'd die without touching a goddamn cigarette. And it would be an honour keeping you in mind while beating this fat bitch to the gorund Ruckus. See ya later. //"On fire by Lloyd banks plays throughout the courtroom. Rebecca gets up and leaves.//

DISCLIAMER: this layout was made by vindictive illusions only for the use of myself and no one else. The only reason you would steal this layout is if you had a death wish and I bet you don't want to die at such a young age do you? So don't touch it. Also you can't request one like this from someone else because I will come there not only get your ass into trouble but the sick fuck who made it for you. Don't ask me to make you one because I don't make layouts for anyone but my closest freinds. Bottom line GO FUCK YOURSELF! -Vindictive Illusions Productions. Copywrite

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From: <NOBR>αdяєиα-ℓγи�?lt;/NOBR> Sent: 4/3/2005 8:35 PM     The scene opens with Rebecca Rancid walking in the hallways. Ah what a fine night in the hallways of BUD. How interesting can this get? She is interrupted by Dick. Monday night hangover's interviewer.   Dick: Hello Rebecca. How are you doing? Well I was just wondering if you had something to say against Akmed. Your opponent on Monday night hangover. He just had somethign to say about you. It was very disturbing and mean..to say to someone as sweet as you. Did you hear?   Rebecca: Ofcourse I did you moron. What did you think I was doing out here. I was here to confront that fuck and tell him off to his face. Where is he?   Dick: Well I don't really know where he is at the moment..but can you please tell us how you feel at the moment.   Rebecca: Well since your here already fine. I for one didn't find what he said disturbing. I found it quite ridiculous. I mean c'mon dude. You've got to get better comebacks..A slut..How original is that? Ok so you say i'm a slut? Well how would you know? You said it yourself..you don't even know me to begin with. You sad sorry son of a bitch. Your the slut here. You'd never get a girlfreind. You'd rather go to a whore house and get one of the fattest, most disgusting woman in there you filthy peice of shit. You don't know what i've been throught. You say you had to live in motels everyday. Well look at me. I had to live in a filthy room when I was kicked out of my house as a teenager. I'm only 23 and i've achieved so much in my life.   Dick: Thats good Rebecca. But he also said that you don't have a chance against him.   Rebecca: What do you think dick? Do I have a chance against him? Can I turn this fat motherfucker into a pulp of blood? Well If I did he would be a huge ass pulp of blood and little yellowish slime called fat around it. He says I don't have a chance against me when he attacks me without giving me notice. What a pussy. I coudl just walk up to him and beat the shit out of him and he'd just sit there and watch me. Poor bastard. He doesn't know what he's wishing for. Somebody get this guy some duct tape. The more he opens his mouth the less his I.Q drops. Look at him..so fat ugly talentless peice of shit. Coming here and challenging Ruckus. He has been out of BUD for a long while now and it's about ime he gets a welcome back which I would say is a cold hard slap in the face of reality. So Akmed..I'll be sure to slap you atleast once or twice just too get you into the match. Now Dick. I have no more time for you. I will be going off to do other important things.   Rebecca leaves Dick. The cameras then cut to a commercial break.

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From: <NOBR>αdяєиα-ℓγи�?lt;/NOBR> Sent: 4/3/2005 8:36 PM   //Suddenly the light goes out and a sound can be heard. Like somethings spinning. The fans focus on the BUD vision screen which zooms into letter that come together and form Rebecca Rancid. The light turn orange as "On Fire" by Lloyd Banks hits the Public Annoucement Speakers. Yet no one comes out. Pyros blast towards the ramp and stop and a white smoke arises from the ground filling the air. After the smoke clears out the fans see a lovley lady covered in fine leather. She walks towards the ramp taunting the fans with her middle finger as they boo her. She comes across one crazy psycotic fan holding up a 'Rebecca Rancid Sux' poser. I guess that person must lack a few brain cells judging by the way he spells. Rebecca nods in annoyance and then continues towards the ring. She climbs up a bunch of steps and then gets into the ring from the bottom rope. She walks around the ring a few laps and then stops. The cameras get every angle they possible can of this sexy diva. Lily comes up to her with a microphone in her hand. Rebecca grabs it from her and begins to speak.// //Rebecca//: Akmed..Akmed..Akmed. You just don't seem to shut the hell up. Now why didn't you just take my advise. I told told you. Everytime you open your mouth you loose brain cells. I like a curse and it's really sad for you. Now again you go ahead to say that i'm a woman and I should stick to fighting women. Well let me tell you something. You say I can't beat a man, don't you? Well how do you explain this. Let me tell you a little story that will make you want to scream. There was this nasty little boy. I'm not going to take names here. This guy pissed me off. The way he spoke of my country...By the way did you know Monday night hangover is taking place in my hometown? *Fans cheer for Toronto* Anyway enough of that. That stupid man then went on with his life thinking nothing bad would ever happen to him. The next thing you know it he's hanging from a cross and getting his balls cut out. Thats right the guy has no more balls. He is now a worthless little peice of shit and thats all because of my sick mind. Akmed you have no idea what your dealing with. Anything can happen during our match. So I suggest you better shut your goddamn mouth before it gets any worse. You know the old saying..Your legs are the only thing that take you places?..Oh wait I just made that up..Well yeha anyways. Thats not really true. It's your mouth. Your mouth can either do you good or it can make your life a living hell. And you Akmed have chosen the second one. You see..Your sitting there running your mouth about how your going to beat me...You also say some shit to make it seem true..but everybody knows it's not. Nobody gave you a match here in BUD was because your a peice of shit. I'm guessing you said something offensive or maybe something that didn't catch the eye of Roxy or Syck to even bother giving you a match. You were as you are now. A shittalker with a little sugar. And that sugar is turned into fat in your body since you sit on your ass and flap your gums 24/7. To me Akmed. You haven't changed a bit...Except maybe you got a little mouthy but other than that your just another fat ass I get to beat up. //Rebecca takes a few laps around the ring. The fans continue to boo. She smirks bringing the microphone back to her mouth.// //Rebecca//: Do you know what Ijust realized Akmed? These fans cheer for a peice of shit like you. Look at them..little sheep. Doing what the person next to them is. They are nothing but crowd and will never be known as an individual to me. You represent them Akmed and you do a very good job at it. A fat little cunt who has been sitting in front of his T.V set like a couch patato and has decided to come back. I see what your trying to do. Your trying to get some attention. Well tell you what..I'll give you all the attention you want if you just shut your mouth. I don't even believe you were in PCW or PWC. You were probably at home kicking yourself in the head for not shutting your mouth. Or maybe in the PCW lockerroom pretending to be sick. Ha! Your pathetic Akmed. Now i'm not coming back to find you and neither are you coming here but instead I would like to kick your ass fairly in the ring. //Rebecca leaves the ring.//