Contains a random person who doesn't exist in the game. Not and OC though.

Coloured Flames: Okay, this one is about Bif and Derby…
Bif and Derby: *look at each other and frown*
Coloured Flames: *face palm* No, like as you both go into power and all that…
Bif: Ooooh…
Derby: This better be good.

Song: You're gonna go far Kid
Artist: The Offspring
Writer of Story: Me…

Derby Harrington wanted to lead the Preps. To do that, he was going to have to challenge the current leader, Jasper Redfern, to a boxing match. The only thing was, Derby knew absolutely nothing about boxing but he'd already challenged Jay to a fight in a weeks times.
Bif Taylor, Derby's best friend wanted to help. Both of them made a deal- Bif would teach Derby how to box, and in return, if Derby won the fight Bif would become second-in-command to the Preps.

Show me how to lie.
You're getting better all the time.

It still wouldn't be enough, even if Derby and Bif won. Harrington decided to spread a false rumor about Jasper. You couldn't teach the manipulative skill Harrington had- You could only be born with it.

And turning all against the one…
That's an art that's hard to teach.

The rumor worked. Soon all of the Preps had been turned against Jasper.

Another clever word sets of and unsuspecting herd.

The day came for the match. Jasper was already in the ring, waiting impatiently for Derby to finish getting organized. As the doors to his opponent's room opened and Derby, Bif close behind, stepped out, the crowd of excited Preppies cheered.

And as you step back in the line,
The mob jumps to their feet.

DING DING DING!

Now dance ****er dance, man he never had the chance.
And no one even knew that it was really only you.

Bif's training tips worked. Derby could almost hear his best friend's voice in his ear, coaxing him "Duck, aim for his stomach, Take his leadership!"

And now you steel away… Take him out today.

WHAM! Derby ducked out of the way as Jasper's fist sailed towards his head- exposing his stomach while doing so. Derby used it to his advantage.
POW.

Nice work you did.

Derby stood over his fallen opponent, grinning in the lights.
Three… two… one… DING, DING, DING!

You're gonna go far kid.

How, Jasper thought, did he manage that?
Giving a vicious growl, even though his time to get back to his feet was up, he lunged for Derby.

With your thousand lies and a good disguise.

Derby would have been in a real pickle if it weren't for Bif. The red-head had leapt over the side of the ring and positioned himself in front of Derby, fists out.

Hit 'em right between the eyes.
Hit 'em right between the eyes.

"Give it up." Bif snarled, "You lost. Now get out."
Jasper looked up at both of his opponents, all of his anger being replaced with defeat. He nodded slowly, saying nothing.
Derby whipped sweat off his forehead and jumped over the side of the ring, heading for the bathroom to wash himself off.

When you walk away, nothing more to say.

Jasper stood back up, Bif watching closely. The defeated leader glared at Derby's back, and as if feeling his glare, Harrington turned around and raised his eyebrow.

See the lightning in your eyes
Send 'em running… For their lives!

From that day on, Derby and Bif ran that place with a rod of iron.

Derby: … Well that totally sucked.
Bif: You said it.
Coloured Flames: *face plant in the ground* I know!