Role Play Background: Tony "The Badd Boy" Ikeda a while back had an "Issue" with Tammy Lynn Sytch, better known as Sunny. He comes clean with Ashlee Ikeda his wife here and we find a little more about that story that we didn't see coming. The Other World also shows just how powerful their massive hate is for others when their world gets mistakenly openened up by The Badd One. Recently, Triple H expressed his own hate for The Badd Boy and booked him in this match with Angelus Archer. The over the top off with the top match up in which either Ashlee Ikeda or Sierra Van Der Pohl will end up exposing their breasts to the nation, and whoever does will become Triple H's personal assistant. The Badd Boy won't let that happen to Ashlee. Let's find out what happens in another exciting story in The Badd Boy's life.

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*Tony and Ashlee Ikeda are on the road in Tony's Mustang Mach III on the way to Des Moines Iowa. Ashlee is sitting in the passenger seat.*

Ashlee Ikeda: Hey, maybe I'll actually get a match at unleashed. You know, excuse the hell out of me for bitching, but that no good sorry bastard doesn't book me for months and then Triple H walks in and puts you in a match where I have to play sexy valet. Do they know who the hell I am? If you lose that match, I'll laugh in Triple H's face. I don't really have an issue with you know, taking my clothes off, but doing it for Triple H, I have a problem with that.

Tony Ikeda: Well how nice it is to know that you are suddenly an exhibitionist. Don't worry, I will not lose that match.

Ashlee Ikeda: See, I'm quite heart broken on one hand I want to be Triple H's personal assistant, I'd mess up all of his paper work, and I'd do everything wrong, then again, on the other hand something tells me, that you being the special guest referee in Wes's match would be not soo good for Angelus, but it just goes to show there's Triple H slapping Wes in the face making it look like he needs you to be special guest referee, hell I could beat Angelus.

Tony Ikeda: Well, if Angelus wins he could make the stipulation an Angelus wins match if he wanted where no matter who wins however, he gets the world belt. He can have any stipulation he wants, and if you became Triple H's personal assistant and screwed things up, you'd also be fired and never allowed in the arena again. Your career would be finished. Remember he is in total control and can do what he wants, but back to the world title match, I will call things right down the middle...where I ever I see the middle being.

Ashlee Ikeda: One, Angelus could make an Angelus wins match, and then Wes would kill him. I don't like the new Wes, come on, I mean, he even decided to be nice to you. The old Wes, is shaking his head in shame. Two, Triple H isn't stupid I don't think he'd fire a money maker especially if she just played dumb. And three, you calling things down the middle, I don't think you should worry, we're not dealing with Wes anymore, we're dealing with the world champion. He's different.

Tony Ikeda: Wouldn't fire a money maker? Triple H will do whatever he damn well pleases. He's made that clear. He's in this business for himself, and in his mind if he fires you, he still has himself to draw money. Whether that's fact or fiction in the real world is a different story, but in his mind, it's all true. I kind of like the new Wes. He is finally really stepping out and making something of himself, even if it is with my world belt, we'll let that slide for now. I'm not worried about him, I'm worried about psycho clowns who think the end of the world will come after more jokers cards fall than come in a deck.

Ashlee Ikeda: I'm worried about him. He's talking crazy, acting crazy, and believe it or not, he hasn't spoken to me since the plane ride home from Evolution.

Tony Ikeda: I know the kid is not the brightest bulb in the box right now, but he's also achieving something. He probably is just enjoying the feeling for once in his life. I am surprised that he's not talking to you though, usually I'm the one he won't talk to and we've been talking just fine.

Ashlee Ikeda: Well, he's just like every other man in my life, you, my brother, and Wes, you use me until you get famous enough, then go on alone getting everything you need from other resources.

Tony Ikeda: What are you talking about?

Ashlee Ikeda: Well, you know Alex used to talk to me about everything, then he got a job here and just dumps his problems on his secretary now, and Wes, there wasn't a day that went by that he wouldn't talk to me. He'd talk to me about everything, every fight, every fear, now I hear from Katrina that he almost jumped off the balcony ledge. He didn't tell me, because he's the world champion now. He doesn't need me, and God forgive me, but it really sucks that he doesn't talk to me anymore, because he finally figured out how to talk to his wife, and as for you, I don't need to tell you what I'm talking about.

*Tony just looks out the window and lets out a deep sigh.*

Ashlee Ikeda: Oh what, I'm kidding, really. It's not a big deal, it's gone it's already forgotten.

Tony Ikeda: I just don't find any humor in it.

Ashlee Ikeda: Tony, it happened, I have to laugh about it, if I don't laugh about it I'll cry.

Tony Ikeda: I wish you wouldn't do either, because it isn't something to cry over and it's not funny.

Ashlee Ikeda: Tony, it's not something to cry over? Wow you are an insensitive jerk. The only way you could ever comprehend what you did to me would be if I did the same thing to you. It happened, it's over, I'm sorry, I think it's a big deal, but let's not talk about it anymore.

Tony Ikeda: No Ashlee you're wrong, it didn't happen.

Ashlee Ikeda: What's that mean?

Tony Ikeda: It means it never really happened, it was a set up, it was all one big joke.

Ashlee Ikeda: What's the punch line?

Tony Ikeda: The punch line is that Sunny never expected you to end her career, that's the funny part.

Ashlee Ikeda: But the whole thing with Garret...

Tony Ikeda: The whole thing with Garret...there is no thing with Garret. You probably didn't know that the two of us are talented actors. I needed a reason for everyone to hate me, because it was the only way that The Badd Boy could go anywhere else in the EMF. It also had to be genuine, your reaction especially, because that's how the people feed off of this attitude. We set it all up, the time frame, how it would go down, how we would play things off, how we would play this hate for each other off, how long it would take, and only the four of us, me, him, Sunny, and CRAE were in on it because we were the ones who had to set it up and then look for the feed back.

Ashlee Ikeda: I'll ask you the same question that I asked you a few months ago, was it worth it? You risked me walking away from you for the sport? You probably would have never let it get that for. That night in the hotel, at Evolution you were ready to walk out on me, for a gimmick? And I thought Wes was low, you've hit an all time new record low in my book, and I hope you enjoyed it, because I don't know whether to cry because of happiness or hate you for putting me through that.

Tony Ikeda: Well, was it worth it? Depends on who you ask. For The Badd Boy, he sky rocketed, he's on top of everything. For Tony, it fucking sucks, and wasn't worth a thing. It tore me up inside, at Evolution I wanted to leave, because I knew that I let things go way too far, but it was so far gone to a point that if I didn't stick to it I knew everything would come unglued and have no chance. If I would have told you that night that it was a joke with how upset you had been with me, I was sure you would leave. I can't stand you being upset with me.

Ashlee Ikeda: Let me tell you what upsets me. Listen to me Tony, listen, this is the last time I will say this. Fuck The Badd Boy. If he continues to hurt me, I will walk my ass out to that ring, in the middle of one of his matches, and cost him, because he hasn't payed his debt, and he has a dear price to pay.

Ashlee Ikeda: Hello? Oh it's you. I don't care if you wanted to talk to your brother, you're talking to me, you know Wes, you've really been pissing me off lately. I need my friend. Do you know what your brother just told me? The Sunny thing...what? Is that what all of this was about? You're kidding. Okay, okay, you'll put him to bed at ten, okay I'll call you at ten fifteen. Okay cool, see ya. Love you too, bye.

Ashlee Ikeda: Only four of us knew about it. Apparently FIVE if you knew about it. My best friend wouldn't talk to me, because he knew about it and was afraid he'd tell me. Wes is such a girl! Oh man, I ended her career for no reason, oh well sucks to be her. I'll tell you this right now Ikeda, you are on the top of my shit list, and I Love You for it.

.......:::::THAT NIGHT:::::.......

*The Badd Boy Tony Ikeda is lying in his hotel room when he hears a strange noise. His eyes open up and he sees Ashlee sleeping soundly right next to him. Tony pulls the covers back and walks around. He hears the thud again just outside of his hotel room door. He checks through the peep hole and sees a sign that reads "Watch your step". Curious, he opens the door and steps out. As he does there is no floor and he starts falling for what seems to be a great distance. Finally he sees a pavement below. He smacks into the pavement, but like the Matrix it moves and springs him back up to his feet. Un-hurt The BSadd Boy stands up.*

The Sadd Boy: What the hell?

*A giant neon sign drops down with a pointing finger that reads: "Welcome to the Other World, prepare to be hated"! In fine print it reads "and we told you to watch your step stupid!" Even smaller print reads "You will find everything here is black and white, so all words typed are in the color of hate!" Signed, President Fez*

The Sadd Boy: I don't know what's going on, but this can't be good...

*The Sadd Boy proceeds on down the road. As he goes inside he sees three midgets locking arms. All of them are bald with orange sunglasses, little Tazz's with squeeky voices.*

Tazz's: Ah Sadd Boy! WE HATE YOU!

*The three then run in different directions.*

The Sadd Boy: No flippin' way? Sadd Boy? God this is like a badd dream.

*The Sadd Boy gets shocked.*

The Sadd Boy: AH! What in the hell was that for?

*Loud booming Voice is heard*

Loud Booming Voice: Your Badd puns are not appreciated here, you are not welcome!

*Sadd Boy mocks the voice.*

The Sadd Boy: Well isn't that just too badd...

*Shock!*

The Sadd Boy: AHHHH! FAWKER! Geeze, oh well, what did those little guys run from?

*Queena the giant frog hops into the picture. She looks down at The Sadd Boy. She shakes her head no then hops off in the direction of one of the mini-Tazz's.*

The Sadd Boy: Crazy.

*Sadd Boy walks down a little bit further on the road. Up pops a building that has a sign: "The We hate you bar".*

The Sadd Boy: Hmm, seems to be the only place around, might as well check it out. This is looking Badd.

*SHOCK!*

The Sadd Boy: AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH! D@mn it!

*Sadd Boy walks into the bar. The Godfather is serving up drinks talking to Crash Holly.*

Godfather: Boy I tell you want, this pimp daddy has put away more careers than you would ever know!

Crash Holly: Yeah, but has he been a world champion, like me?

Godfather: World Champion? Don't smoke no fatties without me, let me tell you something about a world champion...

Crash Holly: *Cutting him off.* Did someone just say Jericho?

Godfather: JERICHO!?

*Godfather ducks under the bar and cowers. The Rock is up on the stage since it's evidentally open Mic night at the bar. He starts telling jokes.*

The Rock: So uh, why did the chicken cross the road? Well first let's take a look at the history of the chicken and how it never had to cross the road before the men came and made roads, and what it's desires are in life...

*The audience falls asleep and Scott Hall sitting on a bar stool throws a beer bottle at The Rock.*

Scott Hall: Hey Rocky, keep it down! My Razor's Edge is more entertaining. No really it is great, but I'm trying to watch Days of our Lifes over here.

*Scott pulls his girlfriend Pamela Paulshock a little closer, and goes back to his soap opera.*

The Sadd Boy: I just don't think this is the place for me.

*The Sadd Boy walks outside and keeps on going down the long road. He sees Essa Rios talking to a Mexican in a sombrero named Jose.*

Jose: Yo Essa, como estas?

Essa Rios: What?

Jose: ?Que tal?

Essa Rios: Speak English so I can understand you.

Jose: Yo no entiendo inglase. Tu no hablas espanol Essa?

Essa Rios: Right, how about you go talk to the Job Squad because I have some people to beat.

The Sadd Boy: Essa, what's going on?

Essa Rios: I don't know who in the hell you are, but leave me alone...wait, did you just call me a jobber?

The Sadd Boy: No.

Essa Rios: Good, because I'm not a jobber! Is that clear? Not a jobber not a jobber not a jobber!

The Sadd Boy: Okay I got you.

Essa Rios: I SAID QUIT CALLING ME A JOBBER!

*Essay Runs of screaming.*

Essa Rios: I HATE BEING CALLED A JOBBER! AND I HATE PEOPLE WHO SPEAK SPANISH! IS ENGLISH REALLY THAT HARD?!

The Sadd Boy: This just keeps getting better and better.

*As The Sadd Boy continues on down the path he finds a park bench where Gillberg with a long white beard and a cane is standing on the bench while The Hardy Boys and their girlfriends are sitting down. Jeff Hardy is sitting there with Sunny and the world championship over his shoulder. Matt is listening in with the Intercontinental Championship over his shoulder and is with Stephanie McMahon.*

Gillberg: Now let me BLAH tell you young BLAHS about the old days when I was BLAH BLAH BLAH world BLAH champ!

Matt Hardy: No way old timer. You can't get back into the game until you get some Mattitude.

Jeff Hardy: Wow, that is so profound, like poetry in motion, or a whisper in the wind...Mattitude.

Matt Hardy: Quiet Jeffy Tails.

Jeff Hardy: ..........

*Amy Dumas comes walking into the picture. She walks up to The Sadd Boy, but then turns around and sees Sunny. Sunny sees Amy and runs for her life. Amy chases after.*

The Sadd Boy: Don't know, don't care, that's just too b...uh...Sadd?

*The Sadd Boy ducks in fear, but then realizes there's no shock so he continues walking. Right in front of him a curtain falls. He looks confused then steps through the curtain. As he does "Behind Blue Eyes" by Limp Bizkit starts playing as The lyrics start coming out "Noone knows what's like to be the Badd Man, to be the Sadd Man..." The Sadd Boy is really confused now then rolls into the ring. He is handed a microphone.*

The Sadd Boy: I don't know what in the hell is going on here, but that is not my music.

*The entire audience The Sadd Boy realizes are all Chris Jericho's. He is standing in an UnKnown Arena surrounded by 50,000 Chris Jericho's all speaking in unison.*

Chris Jericho's: Yes it is Sadd Boy! This is your theme here in the other world where not even Ass Flea can protect you! Ah ha ha ha!

The Sadd Boy: What in the hell? Why are you all speaking at one time? What's going on, answer me d@mn it!

Chris Jericho's: It's the uni-mind! It makes us work as one. It makes us HATE as one!

The Sadd Boy: Well it's really messed up!

Chris Jericho's: That doesn't matter now, because we all HATE YOU!

*The hate then becomes so strong that everyone explodes. Tony Iked springs up in his bed with a cold sweat. Ashlee opens her eyes and looks at him. He realizes it was all a dream.*

Ashlee Ikeda: What's the matter?

Tony Ikeda: Nothing, just a badd dream.

Ashlee Ikeda: Go back to bed.

*Tony lays back down, and goes to sleep.*

.......:::::THE NEXT DAY AT THE ARENA:::::.......

The Badd Boy: Okay everyone, let me talk now.

The Badd Boy: Hey come on now, I know who you're here to see.

The Badd Boy: Getting on to real busines now. You know Angelus, I'm sure Triple H throught he was real smart booking this match for us, but you know what? That's fine with me, I'm sure the world would love to be grossed out when they have to look at Sierra top less. God knows I'm not going to lose this match. I may have a new outlook on things around here, but none-the-less the one thing you don't mess with around me is Ashlee, I don't tolerate that. So just to spite Triple H since this match is supposed to be his getting revenge on me I have to take everything out on you Angelus. What a pity that I should even have to deal with you again. I am thinking in this match you are going to go up and over the top rope a few times, because this match doesn't end with a pin, no it ends when the world is looking at your woman's breasts. I on the other hand will stick to just looking at my wife's in private sessions, some things aren't for the world to see.

The Badd Boy: Whatever. Angelus, the man who enjoys to feel the pain. Welcome back to another round with me old friend. Welcome back to match in which you will get your @$$ handed to you yet again. Ah how we shared some great matches, three times I believe going for my Attitude Internet Championship. You walk around in your clown face paint talking about how you are an insane juggalo who loves to be a killer. Ever heard of originality? Oh wait let me guess, you are going to take me to the mother lovin' Echo side right? Boy you make me laugh so hard to even think that you are a wrestler. You mimmick clowns that can't get past gold on a record meaning they aren't a top notch group who love serial killing and necrophillia. I guess whatever gets your rocks off fruit loop. The only thing I see in you is a cereal killer. You are probably out attacking toucan sam, or count chocula. I hope you rip that Kellogs rooster to pieces. You are the most pitiful excuse of a superstar I've ever seen. You can't even really consider yourself a superstar can you? You are the big time Jobulous Archer, the Jobber of life. You could probably give Gillberg a run for his money in number of times jobbed around here, yet you still are proud to proclaim yourself some big killer. It's good that you like to use your imagination when you play your games, but realize this, that if you really did half the stuff you claim to have done you wouldn't be stepping into the ring. Sure you escaped jail or whatever, the cops screwed up again, how stupid do you think we are? Like you are hiding in an arena, boy you would be booked, cuffed and hauled back in a heart beat. You would probably go straight to alcatraz. There's no hope for saving someone like you, so we know that everything you claim is fake by the simple fact that you are allowed here to wrestle. You should know that. So don't try putting one over on me, the other superstars, or the fans. You should stick to picking on homeless people. You had better luck fighting hobos. Whenever you have been called to the plate to try and prove yourself worthy of being in our ring here in the Extreme Measures Federation you have proven that beyond the shadow of a doubt, you are and always will be nothing better than a complete failure, a flop. A drain on our patience and the president's pocket book. Angelus, you sir are a loser. I hope this is the last times that I have to fight you, because I can't stand the sight of you, I can't stand your presence, I can't stand you at all. I wish that we could finally rid you of the place like a bad disease you just hang around then like the virus we pass you around to one another in a big circle that you keep jobbing in. This time around you plan on coming after me and forcing Ashlee to become Triple H's b!tch, you would love to pin me and laugh as Ashlee is riduculed and forced to be topless in the match, but no I can't allow something like that for your enjoyment. It just doesn't seem to be in your future, because to get a pinfall you would have to actually be a better man and we all know that you are not the better man. Like your friend Jarred, you don't have what it takes inside of you to be a man around here. Hell, how many times have you played the disappearing act? I remember in one of your first matches you bragged about how you were around for nearly five months, well that's fine and dandy, but what did you do for those five months? You did nothing. Sitting on your @$$ doesn't mean you deserve jack. Then you claim to be hardcore, you don't even know what real hardcore is. You think that if you squash a rat and play with it's diseased blood that you have done something so disgusting that all will fear you. Well I'm glad you would be able to bring yourself to such a task, but you are like a mouse to me, and I will see to it that yet again Angelus Archer, the Jobber of Life, is squashed once more. This big match you plan on winning so that you can pick your stipulation against Wes, it will go nowhere as you lose this week on Shockwave. How embarrassing for you it must be to be such an incredible loser. I pity you Angelus, but what I pity more is the people that hang around with you. A psychiatrist might not hurt, but a head case like you would probably make him give up his profession. He'd probably have butter luck playing minor league baseball.

The Badd Boy: Anyways...One of my favorite things about you Angelus is that you enjoy pain, or at least you claim to. You lay claims that when you bleed and when you get hurt that you can really get off on that type of stuff. I don't buy that crap. If you really enjoy it as much as you say that you do, then the @$$ kickings that I give you must make you blow the biggest load of your life. You are the only person on this earth dumb enough to say that you could orgasm over a paper cut. The last time we spoke, you told me that you were going nation wide to all of the fourty eight continental united states, and that if everyone was lucky you were going to include Alaska and Hawaii. I'm rather disappointed that in that amount of time you haven't dont jack. I don't see Angelus everywhere spreading his love of pain and suffering. What I see is a beaten wrestler that knows that he has had his better days and he is just trying to get a grasp on what he once thought he was. No, you see Angelus, you were not able to hold up to what you said that you could, therefore anything you say this week or any other week it means nothing. You were even having your butt handed to you by Raptor, and I have had to whip him on a couple of occassions. You even muttered the words right before I beat the tar out of you that history would not, could not, and shall not repeat itself that I would not beat you again, and your hopes of that becoming true went down. Once again you were a loser. Do you remember the "Slayer's Regime"? Do you recall how you were supposed to go down in history books? What ever happened that made you believe this garbage that you made yourself believe? You consider yourself comparable to Jack the Ripper. Give me a break, you would be lucky if you are comparable to Dante' McCottrel, the guy who robbed the Super Mart last week. Hell, I consider him a more dangerous individual than you. What hurts you and the games that you play is that if you extract any fear from them then your arguements just don't hold up very well, hell even you know that. You just can't make yourself do as well as you would like to. If a person does not let you inside of their head, then your game plan is shot, and you have to think of a whole new one, thus lies your problem. You don't have another game plan, you just go out blindly hoping that you will make something of yourself. You hope that by some stroke of luck the pieces will fall into the right place and that you will be able to make yourself feel like a winner. Don't make me laugh again Angelus. Though I am sure come Shockwave you will make me feel pain like I've never felt? Let me guess, the pain, the agony, the torture? This is what I'm supposed to expect from you? You made false claims that you would do those three times in our past and never once did they come true. However please bring to me what you think that you have, and I will prove to you that what you have is nothing, that you are relying on hopes and dreams that don't exist Angelus. I can take more pain that you can even imagine, you don't know me well enough. My pain threshold is set to a level that you will never be able to find, though I welcome you to try. Good luck, but since you love the pain so much, I will bring it to you. I consider myself a nice enough guy, I will give you all of the pain that you want and them some more, just because I like doing good deeds for others. Just consider it a late christmas gift. Spare me your sob story though of your life as a child and the church where dead bodies were left. Somehow I doubt the world forgot about a church that was known, someone wasn't there that Sunday and that someone had to have came the next week, and the authorities would have been notified. Fix the holes in your stories, because don't get me wrong you are a great storyteller, hell you could write fiction novels. You would have better luck with the pen and paper then your poor @$$ talents in the ring, or the major lack there of. In the ring, I know what you can do, but I don't feel as if you give me enough credit for what I can do. Angelus that will be your mistake, because you are messing with me, and it will be Just Too Badd, when I throw you in that Full Nelson Suplex, snap your neck, throw you over the top, once, twice, and three times goodnight.

The Badd Boy: So here's the bottom line Angelus, over the top off with the top, you'll have been sent over that rope more times in your life and your woman, well she probably won't want to be your woman any longer, because you will have another beating coming to you and you wait until I'm the special guest referee at the pay-per-view when you take on Wes. Isn't that Just too Badd for you!

.......:::::IN THE BACK:::::.......

Michael Cole: Badd Boy, I know you just got done with a speech back there, but I was hoping you could answer some questions for us.

The Badd Boy: Well I guess so, but try and make it snappy, I have other things to take care of.

Michael Cole: Well first off, what do you think about what Twilight said to you?

The Badd Boy: Starlight Starbright, what shall I say tonight. Twilight, he just doesn't understand. He took that shot way too personal. It has nothing to do with him and it has everything to do with the tag team championships. I will be wearing one half of those soon, and I will see Twilight soon enough too. Probably won't be a one on one, but I'll get him one on one in an extreme match some day and I'll show him how it's done, and how to suffer the loss. As far as the people levetating, I would to if you hooked some wires up to me. The rest is wannabe hocus pocus with his Wicca. Not only that, but I don't need Twilight to be a poser and make it big, I'm also not an old man. I'm twenty nine years old, and in case he didn't check, I'm a Hall of Famer now, he ought to just learn to love me. I already made my name, he should consider it an honor that I chose to even attack him to give him a boost in ratings. Anyways, he better not do the rookie thing and come attack me tonight in response. How about he just acts like a man and shows me what he has when we fight. Until then, he's not worth wasting my time over.

Michael Cole: Do you have any other words on Angelus before your match tonight?

The Badd Boy: Well, what can you say for a man who killed some police man's dog, chopped it's head off then tried to claim it was Amy Dumas's dog. Either he went on a dog killing spree because he realized that he wasn't cut out for the people killing sprees anymore, since he sucked, or he's insuing that there was something going on between Lita and the Police Man. The thing about Angelus is that he is very predictable. I mean, I bet he is so beaten up that he will forget about at least one of his losses to me. He won't remember the magic number three. He's not the brightest man around, and he will probably call Ashlee a whore. Angelus doesn't know other insults to use, and he doesn't like to face the facts that Sierra is the whore. She's hanging around him isn't she? It can't be his charm or his good looks. I also assume he'll take the route that a lot of people take and he'll tell me how Badd I'm not. He doesn't think that I am a Badd Man or with my new attitude he'll tell me I'm wanting to be somebody I'm not. I am who I say I am and I will always just be me. It's sometimes a hard fact to face for some people. I mean, lately I've been soaking up the boos and I have been loving the spotlight. Look Cole it's just me. I am The Baddest Man on the planet and I've proved that time and time again. I know that this match will be a fight, but when Ashlee's clothes are on line I have to really step things up, because I can't let in room for loss here. Oh now I have to fight for everything that I've got. I mean I know that my wife is beautiful, but the public doesn't deserve to see her naked. It just wouldn't be right for them, what have they done to deserve such an honor? Or about what Angelus? What has he done to deserve a match of this calibur with me? Hell the only reason he's getting a world title match is because Wes takes pity on him in a sense and wants to get some big time revenge for the stabbings. I don't blame him. Wes deserves to stop Angelus's @$$. Angelus, you are really going to learn that I am a lot more than you give me credit for. I mean, if you have never been able to defeat me, then what makes you think that you could ever take me in a match? I have proven time and time again that I am just the freakin' man and that Angelus, you aren't anything than a two-bit punk. Remember this much Angelus, you are not my devil, you are nothing more than defeated. I will see you soon, and it will be a very, very Badd Day!