Disclaimer: Loyal readers rejoice; it's another chapter. I do not own the rights to WWE. You won't get much wrestling in this entry as it's meant to make JBL seem like a complete ass.

Special note to those of you who read and review; the eventually battle between JBL and Williams will have one of three stipulations; Last Man Standing, I Quit or Texas Bull Rope.

Beyond The League: A New Journey
Chapter VIX
The Born Degenerate

Drake Williams is arriving at the Thomas & Mack Center in good spirits, following an otherwise long and stressful night at the hospital. He has ten stitches in his forehead and suffered a mild concussion after his brawl with JBL at Unforgiven. As a result, Drake is not medically cleared to wrestle on Raw though he can be involved on the show. He will be ready to go in a three weeks from now when he faces JBL in a rematch for the WWE Title at the newest Raw pay per view; Cyber Sunday. It works just as Taboo Tuesday did, only on a Sunday. With all the carnage he went through, why is Drake so happy?

Your gonna do what?" asked Charlie Haas.

"You make what I said sound like a bad thing," Drake answers. "Anyway, I've said too much already."

"All you've said is that you're gonna embarrass JBL anyway you can before Cyber Sunday," Haas said. "How're you gonna pull that off?"

Drake looks over at Charlie with as big a smirk as one could ask for and says, "Let's just say I'm not above the antics of a degenerate."

Drake leaves Charlie Haas to ponder what he meant by his explanation. One week later, Raw was in Omaha, Nebraska. In mid show, the music of JBL starts up with the audience booing as usual. From out of the motorcade emerge the long white limo complete with the longhorns. The back door opens and JBL steps out…wait a minute!

The man coming is not JBL; it is Drake Williams. The WWE Champion is all decked out in a suit and cowboy hat; a very large cowboy. He does the little two-step dance all the way to the ring and this obviously made to embarrass JBL. Drake gets in the ring as the music stops.

"It's morning again in America," Drake said in a southern accent, which is somewhat overemphasized. Then he did his best Ted DeBiase impression with the classic evil laughter.

The audience goes into a DeBiase chant as Drake gets to talking. "Now then right to business; at Cyber Sunday, I'm gonna beat the holy hell out of Drake Williams.

"But until then," he added. "I'm gonna stand in this ring and ramble pointlessly and incoherently for absolutely no reason."

"When I faced Drake at Unforgiven, he proceeded to beat me within an inch of my worthless life, busted my hideous facial features and kicked my fat white alabaster derriere all over the place."

The fans go into a JBL sucks chant and Drake/JBL responds, "Now wait a second. You people got it all wrong. Not only do I SUCK; I, John Bradshaw Layfield proudly state that I BLOW."

"That right I said it; I suck and blow," says the pseudo-Bradshaw. "I'm not picky either; I suck garbage and blow pinwheels. I suck chicken soup and blow bagpipes. I even suck tangerines and blow bananas, among other things."

Pseudo-Bradshaw starts dancing like a goof and says, "I have to admit, all this talk about sucking and blowing is making me a little excited; so much so that I could just, just…DANCE."

Many in the audience were absolutely stunned and laughing hysterically at the same time as pseudo-Bradshaw danced around the ring like a complete idiot. He did the two-step, the robot and even the moonwalk. This went on and on until Bradshaw's music starts playing. The genuine article comes out on stage and sure enough; JBL is pissed off and embarrassed beyond belief. Drake Williams arrogantly lounges out on the top turnbuckle in a lazy boy position. Bradshaw tries to speak up but the crowd chants "You Suck" and "You Blow", clearly getting under his skin.

"Very cute, Williams," he said grinding his teeth. "Apparently I beat you so badly at Unforgiven you got a few screws loose."

"That's the best you can come up with? BORING!" Drake says. "Don't go speechless on us, Bradshaw."

"It's time we end this little game," says the increasingly fuming Bradshaw. "I'm gonna finish what I started; I am gonna knock the tar out of you. That way, you won't even make it to Cyber Sunday."

As JBL is about to walk down the ramp, Drake says, "You might want to rethink that."

"Why should I?" Bradshaw asked.

"I can't really give a legitimate answer so I can only sum it up in...Two words," The crowd gave a huge pop. They knew what words Drake spoke of. "No, those aren't the words I'm talking about," he said. "The words I'm thinking about are more along the lines of…Look up!"

Bradshaw did just that and regretted it. In a flash, JBL is showered from above by tar. He is completely covered in the stuff and if that was not embarrassing enough, feathers of varying colors come raining down as well. In moments John Bradshaw Layfield has gone from a financial titan and former WWE Champion to resembling an oversized chicken. Drake Williams is rolling around the ring laughing hysterically as is the audience. Drake grabs a mic but he can not laughing.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, my ribs are killing me." Drake gets some of his composure back and said, "Looks like someone got the tar beat ONTO them. I'll see you at Cyber Sunday; don't you dare chicken out."

Drakes' music starts playing as he gives the demoralized JBL a parting give in the form of crouch chops. JBL may have never more humiliated than he is now; and this just the beginning. What could Drake William possibly have planned next? The following week in Pittsburg, Pennsylvania, Drake is whistling his way to the Mellon Arena only to be greeted by Jonathan Coachman and a horde of security.

"Wanna get out of my way so I can go to work?" asks Drake.

"Drake I'd love to let you in but apparently, you haven't been checking out our website," Coach said.

"Well, I've been kind of busy, Coach," Drake said. "Pittsburg is a pretty big town."

"That's a real shame," says Coach. "See unfortunately for you Drake, even though you are the WWE Champion, JBL has demanded that you be banned from the building."

Drake acted all shocked and said, "Bradshaw had me banned from the building? What'd I ever do to him?" He jokes about it as if he does not have a clue. "I just got here and now I gotta find something else to occupy my time."

"Seeing as your presence is not required," Coach says. "You can go have a night on the town."

Drake just gives him a very sly smile and gives him two thumbs up. "No problem!"

Drake walks away for now still smiling. Later on in the evening, JBL is all smiles after a generally uneventful night with no Drake Williams to embarrass him. It all seemed to go smoothly for Bradshaw as he entered his limo.

"Perfect night," he exclaimed. "Driver, lets not waste any more time in this stink hole; you take me home to New York City." The engine starts up but the car went nowhere. "Wake up you moron!"

The driver eventually reveals himself as Drake Williams. "New York City?" he asked. "The night's still young, chief so we're gonna go for a ride and it's gonna be way better than Six Flags. By the way; I got two words for ya…Buckle up!"

The limo pulls out of the Mellon Arena with Drake at the wheel, smashing into things along the way. The limo returns later on near the end of the show and it is a mess as it came into the arena. Drakes' music plays in the arena as the car came out through the motorcade; he drives right into the ring and it actually moves a few inches. Drake stepped out of the car despite being banned from the building. He opens the back door and JBL tumbles out and he is as much a mess as the limo.

"What a ride, huh?" Drake jokingly asks. "Bradshaw, you look punch-drunk; but I promise you'll look way worse at Cyber Sunday."

"You see, our match is gonna have one of three stipulations for the fans to choose from," Drake said. "Either a Texas Bull Rope match, an I Quit match or a Last Man Standing match. See you then, Be-atch!"

Several security guards come out but Drake bolts out into the crowd just JBL come to. The ever defiant WWE Champion makes his way to probably the eighteenth row and stops. Drake sends out more crouch chops as he continues toying with Bradshaw heading into the pay per view.

One week to go until Cyber Sunday in Houston, Texas. Raw is currently live in Bakersfield, California. For the past two weeks, Drake Williams has gone to great lengths to get under the skin of JBL. Bradshaw gets turned into walking poultry one week, then he gets taken for a ride and his limo gets trashed with him in it the following week. Perhaps he will have the last laugh on this night when he teams with Mr. Kennedy and Johnny Nitro with Melina against Drake Williams and two partners of his choosing.

It is main event time and JBL is in the ring with his partners. "Alright Williams, the games are over. Get your ass out here so we can beat it down."

Drake Williams comes out alone at first. He makes his way toward the ring but stops. "All of you against one of me? UFA!"

"It'll be easy for us since no one wants to team up with a degenerate like you." JBL said.

Drake cracks a huge smirk and says, "It's funny you just happen to say the magic word. But I gotta ask you a very important question, one I'm sure the fans can answer."

"Are you ready?"

The fans exploded at the question and then; their music hit. The partners of Drake Williams are none other than Triple H and Shawn Michaels; D-Generation X. Bradshaw and company waited in the ring for DX to come out; only they did not came out on stage. DX pops up behind Nitro and Kennedy, pulls them outside and brawl with them. JBL is still in the ring watching the mayhem and does not notice Williams behind him. Bradshaw gets that feeling and looks like he just wet himself and turns around to see his enemy.

The bell has gone and this match is underway. JBL tries to beg off before trying to strike Williams. The champion blocks and starts peppering Bradshaw with straight rights hands before sending out of the ring. Meanwhile, Triple H and Mr. Kennedy enter the ring and start trading shots. Kennedy gets the upper hand before running off the ropes. The Game misses a clothesline but scores with a face buster for two. Johnny Nitro comes in and pounds on Triple H until Shawn Michaels comes in for the save. The referee can barely get control before signifying Michaels and Nitro are legal; their partners eventually get to their corners.

Throughout the remainder of the match, JBL, Nitro and Kennedy all take turns beating on Shawn Michaels. He has yet to see the light of day in his corner as Triple H and Drake Williams anxiously await the tag. Williams is especially chomping at the bit to get hands on Bradshaw. Kennedy tags in Nitro and they both go for a double suplex on HBK, who counters into a double DDT instead. All three men are down but Michaels makes the tag to Drake Williams.

The WWE Champion jumps into the fray and is an immediate house of fire. He hits a German suplex on Nitro and another to Mr. Kennedy before going after Bradshaw who no part of the champion. Williams hits a spine buster on the legal man Johnny Nitro before going up top for the Arc Angel. Just as he is in position, JBL shoves him off before tagging himself in. He quickly goes for the cover but only get a two count.

Drake regains the upper hand and whips JBL into the corner before charging; JBL moves and Drake eats turnbuckle. Bradshaw come off the ropes and looks to hit the Clothesline from Hell but Williams hits a dropkick. JBL quickly tag Johnny Nitro but he stops dead in his tracks when Drake tags in Triple H. The Game unloads on Nitro and then Kennedy while Michaels takes out Bradshaw. All six men go at it and all hell has broken loose again.

At some point, Nitro knocks the Game down but Drake tags himself in. The champion measures Nitro for the Celestial only for Melina to distract him. She is giving Drake the riot act and goes to slap him but he blocks it. Then Drake plants a kiss on Melina just Nitro charges. Drake senses it coming and moves, sending Nitro crashing into Melina.

Nitro walks right into position for the Celestial; Kennedy tries to intervene but Triple gets him in position for the Pedigree. JBL tries to get in but he gets dropped with some Sweet Chin Music from HBK. At the same time, Triple H and Drake Williams hit their finishers simultaneously. Williams makes the cover and wins it for his team.

"Here are your winners, Drake Williams and D-Generation X." announces Lillian.

Drake asks for a microphone and says, "Bradshaw, on Sunday night, the fans will have spoken; Texas Bull Rope, I Quit or Last Man Standing. One way or another, this degenerate as you called me is gonna whoop your ass."

Drake hand the mic over to Triple H and he says, "Just for the record, D-Generation X is back on Raw baby. So we have to ask right here right now; are you ready? No I said ARE YOU READY?"

The audience pops big time as the Game says, "Then, for the thousands in attendance, for the millions watching at home, and simply because we think Drake Williams would make one hell of an addition to the team; LLLLLLLEEEEEETTTS GET READY TO SUCK IT!

Triple H gives Shawn Michaels the mic and he says, "Of course, JBL this is directed at you, if you're not down with that, we only got TWO WORDS FOR YA…

The audience yells out in unison, "SUCK IT!"

The DX music starts playing as Drake Williams joins Triple H and Shawn Michaels in the ceremonial DX call sign. JBL backs up the ramp infuriated as once again; Drake Williams has gotten the better of him going into Cyber Sunday. There will be three stipulations, two warriors and one championship. The fate of Drake Williams and John Bradshaw Layfield is in the fans' hands. For now, the WWE Champion stands tall with D-Generation X.

Author's note: For those of you that don't quite get it, I need you (the reader/reviewer) to pick the stipulation for the match. I won't continue the story otherwise. Anyway, make sure to review and send your choice. See table below.

Texas Bull Rope
I Quit
Last Man Standing