Role Play Background:
It is the week after The Badd Boy layed Angelus Archer to rest once more forcing Sierra to strip for everyone...an attempt that was thwarted by Triple H. Sierra Van Der Pohl was then forced to become Triple H's assistant. She ended up stripping for him and proving to be the slut that she is. The Badd Boy will now be the special guest referee for Wes verses Angelus. This week The Badd Boy teams up with his wife Ashlee Ikeda and goes after Twilight and Shady Shane Mortsyn for the tag team championship. The Badd Boy is out to show that Wicca is crap, and so is the two current tag team champions holding the championship belts. He and Ashlee will be teaming up as they go on to face their two opponents and hope to leave Washington D.C. as not only the baddest couple in wrestling, but also the tag team champions.
*It's a windy day and it is pretty chilly. A camera follows The Badd Boy as he walks down to an area downtown that he had heard about. The fire department was there the night before putting out a fire. He walks down to the "church" and steps inside finding it inhabited by a number of its members, though this isn't the typical Christian Church it is one of pagen worshippers. The Badd Boy walks up to one of the guys standing around.*
The Badd Boy: So what happened:
Jimmy Jones: Well, we had a girl mis-using her fireball spell, she went and shot them all over the place, thankfully the fire department was able to get her quick enough and save a lot of the damage. I told her the trick to holding the flame thrower out of view so that she could throw some fire balls was to tuck it under...err...I mean there was no flame thrower what? I mean it was all pure magic, it was crazy.
The Badd Boy: No I think the crazy one is you.
*The Badd Boy then sees a person levitating off of the ground and his eyes widen. The man standing over the levitating woman is smiling.*
The Badd Boy: Nice job, hey what's this?
*The Badd Boy pulls on a string he finds attached to the woman holding her off of the ground. He pulls it and she falls.*
Steve Starks: Hey, I was levitating her, what in the hell did you do that for?
The Badd Boy: How about next time you don't use strings?
Steve Starks: It just wouldn't work then.
The Badd Boy: I see.
*The Badd Boy inspecting the entire place sees a door in the back. He opens it and finds a group of men and women dancing around with toga's on chanting jibberish. He slams the door shut.*
The Badd Boy: Don't ask don't tell. It's better of I don't know.
*The Badd Boy turns around to leave and accidentally bumps into the alter in which a statue of a green man falls off and busts.*
The Badd Boy: Oops...
*As the pieces shatter candy spills out from the inside.*
The Badd Boy: Sweet.
*The Badd Boy picks up a tootsie roll and walks outside. Just off the side of the steps a couple of Egyptian Pagans are focusing on energy from their God's to help make the grass around the place grow.*
Man #1: I think I saw a blade grow!
Man #2: No sorry I just bumped it, we've been going at this for two months now....you would think this would work by now.
*The Badd Boy just holds his head.*
The Badd Boy: Oh brother.
*The Badd Boy leaves the weird wicca worshipping place and starts walking down the street as his cell phone rings. He answers it and finds Degenerate on the other line. The camera was off.*
Degenerate: So the word on the street is that you came clean with her.
The Badd Boy: How could I not?
Degenerate: Let's not discuss that because things got away out of hand.
The Badd Boy: I won't deny that.
Degenerate: So now that things are in the clear and she knows we don't hate each other are you going to stop beating me in the head?
The Badd Boy: Nah, I think I like how that is going. Noone has to know the behind the scenes story. It's all about entertianment.
Degenerate: I understand that. So you seemed to have gotten on Twilight's bad side.
The Badd Boy: Does he have a good side?
Degenerate: Good point. You'll be a tag team champion and I won't be the other half.
The Badd Boy: Yes because you were helping me a lot.
Degenerate: Hey now, was that a wise crack?
The Badd Boy: Umm...yes? Heh.
Degenerate: Okay, just making sure so I didn't have any confusion.
The Badd Boy: Understandable. So how is Sunny doing?
Degenerate: She's wondering why her career is sidelined over a plot to put you over, since your "badd" @$$ had trouble going heel.
The Badd Boy: Yeah I could understand that....
Degenerate: Yeah well she's pretty much over it, but other than that we are doing pretty good.
The Badd Boy: How cute the broken neck couple.
Degenerate: Oh ha ha, such a funny guy. Pardon my sarcasm.
The Badd Boy: Oh it's pardoned.
Degenerate: I think if you get a chance you may have to see of DGNR8 comes back from his long time of being missing.
The Badd Boy: I do miss the little guy.
Degenerate: Hey he's not so little.
The Badd Boy: Yeah he is.
Degenerate: Oh no he's not.
The Badd Boy: You are so easy to rile up. Anyways I need to head back to my place. I'll have to catch you later.
Degenerate: Sounds good, talk to you later badd man.
*The Badd Boy hangs up his phone and finds his car. He jumps in and rides off down the street. Later on The Badd Boy is downstairs in his basement. He just got down throwing some nice punches into the punching bag. He grabs a towel and wipes the sweat from his forehead. Tony then sits down in his seat before his live feed camera and turns it on.*
The Badd Boy: It's about time I turned this thing back on, so I think some of my thoughts need to be heard, especially when it comes to my opponents, the tag team championships, and Triple H. Now I do expect that Triple H thinks that by teaming me with Ashlee that I will be so worried about her fighting in the ring and her safety that I won't be able to perform to my best, especially since he seems to be on a roll about trying me lately, but I have a little bit of a surprise for him. You see, I do always worry about Ashlee in the ring, but that's just a general thing, of course I don't want her to be hurt, but knows what she's doing. I've seen her compete and thrash a number of guys in this ring, so I don't need to worry. On the contrary though I had plans for a tag team partner, I will make this one work. As another surprise to everyone we will perform better than expected. See we can flow quite well, even if she doesn't like the attitude, not everyone does, but still we are the two greatest athletes in our respective divisions in the game today. I mean come on now, when you think about the greatest male wrestler out there the only name that can come to your mind is the legendary Hall of Famer that is myself The Badd Boy, and of course when you take a look at the women's division no one has been more dominant than Ashlee Ikeda. The two of us are set to go on a roll and take home the gold. We know that through everything we do here we just have to persevere and with people like Triple H floating around being a real pain in the @$$ it's just all the more incentive to show him that it doesn't matter what bull sh!t matches he throws us in, we are always going to prevail and show we are the best this d@mn game has to offer. After all I have been looking for a good tag team partner for quite a while now. Obviously Degenerate and myself weren't working out then you look at other options like CaRnAgE, well let's face it that wouldn't have worked either. He'd probably just try to steal my much-deserved spotlight. So why not someone like Ashlee whom the competition will look at and probably think to themselves that this match is going to be a pushover, and then I'll laugh as she royally beats the holy hell right out of them, and of course I'll get to do my own damage too which will leave only a matter of time before I am one half of the new tag team champions going into the big match at the pay-per-view.
*The Badd Boy has made it to Washington D.C. already. The camera turns on and finds The Badd Boy walking in front of the Washington Memorial. The Badd Boy is wearing a longsleeved "Xtreme" black shirt with purple and yellow lettering. As the camera turns on he begins to speak.*
The Badd Boy: So how about Slim Shadiddy Shane, he's back up for another round with The Baddest Man on the planet right alongside his tag team partner Twilight. So slim are you ready for another round of getting your butt handed to you? I mean seriously man, what makes you honestly believe that you even really stand a chance in this match up? Has there been a time that you have fought me or even fought someone who wishes they could be as good as me and not gotten beat? You do realize that you are as sad and as pathetic as it gets, wait no, let me rephrase that, you are just above Jarred, Angelus, and Victor Van Nuys, three people who are laughing stocks of wrestlers, but you are right above them, right below everyone else. You are one of the guys that I can lay down a guarantee to the effect of I will beat you every single time we get in the ring. You have to understand that I have been watching you ever since you came in and joined the EMF and you have never really seemed like a strong talent to me, you really seem like as of late you have had a stroke of luck in a couple of matches especially the one leading you to the Intercontinental Championship and the tag team championship, but I can guarantee that you are not the high quality material it takes to hang in these tough matches. All throughout the history of wrestling guys like you have had some lucky streaks and gotten a few quick undeserved victories, but when you are forced to put up or shut up you just can't do it. It's like shooting a hole through the bottom of your boat and sinking slowly. Man, I just wonder what it is going to take to shut you up, because the one and only thing I will give you credit is for the fact that week after week you will always talk like you are one of the best in the business, almost as if you actually have the power to intimidate your opponents knowing full well that you don't in the slightest bit. You never bring yourself down even if you do lose time, after time, after time, after time again. That makes me hold a certain respect for you only because you get back up, but every time you get back up that gives me an opportunity to knock you back down, and let’s face it without people that have resiliency like you, then guys like me would run out of butts to kick, and that would make my job a very boring job. So keep on getting back up Slim, but expect that every time you see me in the ring you will beyond the shadow of a doubt go right back down. Other then that, really in this tag team match up, you aren’t even helping your partner Twilight out any. You are just a body that he has to have standing there so that you can officially be a tag team while he continues to carry you. What are you going to do about that Shane? I thought you were the big man, that’s how you talk, why don’t you start carrying some of the weight around here and quit being so d@mn lazy? Pick up your ball and start running with it for God’s sake, don’t make Twilight do all of the work, how in the hell can you be one half of a tag team and never do any of the work? I suggest you get on with that or you will surely fail…no wait never mind you are going to fail, because you couldn’t beat Ashlee and I if we kept one arm tied behind our backs. That’s how low you are. I also hope that you have enjoyed your gold while you have held it. Once I strip you of that championship, you can bet that you won’t be seeing it for a long time, because you sure as hell aren’t going to get it back, and well let’s face it when the photo opportunities come around, or pictures for a magazine need to be taken, I look a whole hell of a lot better with that championship than you do. Come on now Shane you can’t deny it. So how about this idea, you come and walk your little @$$ right on down to the ring, you step in there and you throw everything you have got for me, and I do mean every bit of it, exhaust your every last breath and then some, then try not to cry so much when I send you packing your bags right back home defeated, and broken, because though I have noted you are a low class worker, you will be reminded of that as I run you through the ringer, because I don’t go easy on anyone, and this could very well be the baddest day that you’ve ever had.
*The Badd Boy laughs as the camera cuts out. Later on that very same day The Badd Boy is found outside of the gates of the whitehouse. With the large building in the the background, The Badd Boy leans up against the fence and starts talking about his match.*
The Badd Boy: Twilight you really should be careful of what you ask for. You see I don’t know why you suddenly got a big head and thought this was all about you. You want to say that I attacked you in an attempt to make myself famous? I told you this last week, only this time listen up and listen good. I don’t know if you realized this or not son, but I am famous, and I am at such a higher level than you are it’s unbelievable. I am the one in the hall of fame, you are just another young buck trying to hang in there and not get crowded out by those of us whom are obviously better than you are. You should realize that I don’t need you for anything, and I won’t either. You are meaningless to me therefore whatever happens to you matters none. You also wanted to call me old. Gee when you turn twenty-nine years old why don’t you ask yourself if you are old. Now I don’t know why stupid pathetic little children like yourself have this idea that they are so much better off because they are only a few years younger. Boy listen, I am not one of the late thirties, or forty, or fifty year old guys trying to stick to the business. So as long as we can clear up that misconception real quick, I am not who you perceive me as being, but you are so f*cking lazy that you won’t even do the homework and learn anything about me before running your mouth. So here’s a thought for you, think before you speak and it will do you a whole hell of a lot of good. Now when I came down to that ring and I gave you a piece of my mind in one form or another you seemed to take that quite personally like it was directly against you, but you seemed to pay no attention to the fact that I attacked your partner too. Does that not mean anything to you? Are partnerships just a waste of your time or something? That’s the distinct impression that I am getting from you saying that. What I was doing was showing the world that you can’t keep a good man down, and this good man just wants to get a grasp on those tag team championships, because it seems like one tag team after another just disgraces them. Whether it was Jarred and Messiah Los Jobberos, or the more current team, your team, jibberas jobberus. Out of the active superstars on the superstar I can’t think of two more un-deserving people that the two of you, so I say it’s time you back off and let a real man step up to the plate. I have made it clear my goal is to be a tag team champion once again, but evidently your thick skull couldn’t comprehend the fact that my grabbing both belts was a tag team bit…boy are you full of yourself or what? Furthermore you brag about never having lost a singles match, let me refresh your memory, you lost to Wes Ikeda when he won the Extreme championship, funny how you don’t remember the things you don’t want to remember and how you fudge a couple of numbers to make your win loss record look a little bit better, but that is your whole gimmick Twilight, you are all about lying to the people around here to try and make yourself look better, but in all reality someone like me comes along and I expose the truth leaving you to look like a d@mned fool. Boy sometime after this pay-per-view I am thinking me and you should go one on one in an Extreme match, no rules and we’ll see who is the best, because I set records with that extreme championship son, and I am far from being done. If that comes true than this is only one of many matches for us to come here Twilight, but you weren’t ready for my A game, I’m going to make you look like a lost little boy out there when I show you what this “old man” has in store for you, because I am hoping that you bring me everything you have, and then when I play you for a baboon and shut you down, I take everything you have got then stand over your broken body laughing, then I will start unleashing my fury, and you can trust me as many boys in the back will attest to, I am not the man you want to f*ck around with. I will show you that your twilight of the God’s bit is really just the sparkle in your eye, your dream of being the best, but I am the crusher of dreams, that sparkle will always be just a sparkle, because you will never have what it takes to bring me down, and for you, that’s just too badd!
*Back at the arena the camera is focused in on The Badd Boy's locker room door. The door opens and out walks The Badd Boy. Obviously a prepared moment he goes right into talking.*
The Badd Boy: So here’s the bottom line, you have Ashlee and I teaming up as the latest tag team to get their hands on some tag team gold. I am down with that, and I couldn’t be more ready for it, because when I have to deal with a couple of boys who don’t like to think before they speak, they just like to start the motor behind their mouth and just let it run, I usually feel like they need a little bit of a reality check. That reality check is my fist in their face, because I can’t stand those people who just talk and talk, but have no truth behind what they are saying. The old you can talk the talk but can’t walk the walk cliché. I fully intend on walking my walk, because I am hoping that these boys listen to that at least. Then I will be a happy man with the tag team championship around my waist. Until I entered wrestling I don’t think I was such a fan of gold, but when you are good, let’s face it you are good and sometimes things like this you just deserve. I know what I’ve earned and I’m coming for what I’ve earned. Ashlee and I will be the first ever husband and wife tag team champions, and we may very well hold those championships for a while, because I’m not going to let us down, and I know she won’t let us down either, because when she gets in the ring she is tough as nails and doesn’t get the credit she deserves. She is the baddest chick I have ever known, and not someone I suggest messing with, because I know for a fact she will knock your block off before you are even ready for it. Ashlee can be mean, and most guys probably can’t handle what she brings to the table. It is about time some dignity returned to the Extreme Measures Federation tag team championships, and we are the perfect tag team to do it. That would also put a gag in Triple H’s throat, because he thought he was really flippin’ slick with making this match, but he will really be surprised when I pull through his little escapade and at the end of Shockwave Ashlee and I are standing there holding the tag team championships up over our heads and he can only sh!t his pants at the site of the two lead Ikeda’s on top of the world. The baddest tag team on the market, you can guarand@mntee that!
*The Badd Boy just flashes a cocky grin as the camera fades out.*
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