Role Play Background: The Badd Boy with yet another successfull title defense against AJ Detmer, the boy that Wes couldn't defeat. Tony is trying to gather together the small cracks in his life that could grow to be large gaping holes in the future if not properly taken care of. He has had a lot on his mind, he has no intentions of leaving the business, but rather just fears how it affects his personal life. He can never wait to jump into another match, and continue on. He has realized however that he is forgetting on valuable lesson X-Cold taught him last year, and that was to never forget your family life. Ashlee is finally back in the game, but he gets the feeling she has more personal needs he should meet within the house before he worries about his match. As of right now though he has to put that on the backburner of his mind, only temporarily so that he can take care of Alex Ritter, the man who does in fact stand before him in this match up. Once he is out of the way he can then worry about getting home and doing whatever it is he must do. Alex Ritter is a new man to this federation with a lot of bragging on his mind. The Badd Boy has never liked braggards, and now he chooses to make sure this new person gets a first class welcome into the league of the men. Is Alex Ritter Badd enough? Tony doesn't think so.
*A camera finds The Badd Boy in one of his typical hang out spots. He is wearing a pair of jeans and a new bit of merchandise on sale now. The new Just 2 Badd jersey. He is on the jogging machine working away at building up his stamina even further. Since the training room he is in is inside the arena he brought his Intercontinental Championship with him and set it down on the stand nearby. He has worked up quite a sweat as he keeps up a good steady pace. The meter makes it to showing six miles as he turns it off and it comes to a rest. He steps off picking up a towel and whiping off his face, then grabs his water bottle and takes a drink. He sees the camera man he ordered to come see him.*
The Badd Boy: Oh hey. I didn't think you would be here so quickly. Ok start rolling, before I forget everything I have planned to say.
*The camera man obliges and turns it on.*
The Badd Boy: Ritter, or would you rather be called Alex? I don't care for formalities much, and you have no special nickname you give yourself really. However, I couldn't help but to notice this is your second match in the federation, and as you came in you did a whole lot of bragging. The question for you is, have you earned those bragging rights? Many including myself would say that you my friend have not. I have said it before, and I will say it again, even though some people may be sick of hearing this, but you are new, and I love fighting new people. Especially when they haven't even been with the fed long, because for one it creates a new challenge for me to overcome, and for two, it allows me to say yes that was another person I was able to defeat. I get joys out of fighting the unknown like yourself, because if you aren't thinking on your toes, then you aren't going to succeed. That makes or breaks a person fighting like that, because you can go one of two routes. The first is that you will make many mistakes, underestimate your opponent, and overall just get your butt handed to you on a silver platter. Since we already know this is the mindset we have, I have the feeling that this is also the route you will be taking Alex. If you were smarter, and more experienced though you would take route number two. My preferred route, the route that makes a man think quickly, but think with intelligence. Being prepared, and almost acting as a psychic to predict your next moves. It is much harder, but with experience, that is how it goes, and how I prefer it to be completely honost with you. If I didn't prefer it that way I would be a complete idiot, and I know that I am far from that. I don't know if you know this or not, but I myself don't make too many challenges to other people. I am not one to hurridly run after someone and say let us get in the ring. I have a tendency to just sit back and find out what comes to me. You however really stuck out to me in your beginning speech. It is not necessarrily in a good way either, you see much like my opponent last week I saw a certain cocky overconfident attitude in you. That really bothers me, and is a major pet peeve of mine. When I heard you for the first time ever saying something out here all I could think was wow, this guy needs to be taught a lesson. Around here you are a rookie, and rookies are not looked well upon. If you are a rookie then you have not earned the respect of anyone and thus you don't have the rights to be a braggard. Even the one person I can't stand more than any other, Jarred Carthallion, he may brag upon himself, but even he has earned that. As a wrestling superstar I hold a lot of respect for him. Therefore he has a bit of a history behind himself he can definately brag about himself. You however, I don't hate you, I just don't like you already, and so if you want to go on yapping about how great you are I want you to show me that you deserve to do so. You challenged the best the EMF has to offer, and though I may not be the absolute best I know that I rank up there. So here I am, the answer to your challenge and the answer to your inflated head problems, any questions? Good, I guess you probably didn't expect an answer though did you? Most guys don't, they expect to be overlooked so that they can come in sounding tough and looking good for the ladies, but when someone such as myself actually answers them in the back of their minds strikes fear and terror. Pride would prevent you from noticing that, but any real man who looks into your eyes can see that. Mr. Ritter, something you have to leave behind is that history of yours, because if it isn't associated with the EMF in anyway then it doesn't make a difference. When you join here via non merging ways then your record slate is whiped clean and you start a new. I didn't have a large history before coming here, but just a bit of a small one. Though I was merged in so I can still use that little bit. You, for all we know you made everything up and you mean nothing really. Just another little man with a dream that will never become realized. Only the best of the absolute best ever get to that point, and I was there, and am pretty close now. Good luck to you, but I don't see you making it even half way.
*The Badd Boy takes another good swig of his drink and looks out the window into the bright sky. He turns back around to the camera.*
The Badd Boy: So you want to talk championships and what you have done? How about the numerous times you were champion of different belts? What you are really saying is that everytime you turned around from winning a belt you lost it immediately to someone else then the two of you traded it back and forth. Can you say jobbers anyone? Sounds like whatever slap jack federation you were brought up in was just desperate for money, because I find that quite sad. As you can tell from my record that you have hopefully looked up, I have held a couple of the belts a few times, but never once have I been beaten as a champion in a one on one championship match. Most of the time I had to give a belt up because I won a higher one. Two championships I dominated in the divisions, the Attitude Internet, and the Extreme levels I was awesome. The Attitude Internet was one of my pride and joys that I worked hard at to keep and fought some top level superstars including the suspicious and mysterious Angelus Archer. That was a great level to compete at, but my favorite match wise was the Extreme division. The numerous hardcore matches where I even beat someone you may have heard the name of Wasabi. That is a division which tests your limits. I hung in the world division for some time before losing the belt in a match that turned into a handicap match it was me versus Raptor and Wasabi, and the handicap was a bit much after I was already worn down a bit. That was a special eight man tag match, and now there are only but maybe a handful of people that can say that I haven't beaten them, and that's mostly because we probably haven't fought. Don't forget about Justin Franchize who is zero and two with me right now, because he made the mistake of messing with my wife, so I made the choice to rearrange his face and cause him to not be able to compete for almost a year. He returned and got another beating. Right now I am ripping up the Intercontinental Division, and hope to work on the tag also. Now, you may be wondering why I am going on a rant about what I have accomplished, well, it is because I have been here a long time, worked hard, and earned the respect of my fellow competitors. I can say what I have done is a great achievement, but I am far different from you, as a matter of fact I am at the far end of the spectrum compared to you. You have no rights to brag being a rookie, being the veteran that I am I have earned those very rights. I hope now you can tell a difference between the two. Now about the match, it was labeled a hardcore match. As I mentioned I love these types of matches, because now you can bring with you any type of toys that you wish that you think will help you. As painful as any of them may be I will withstand the punishement. I really want you to dish it all out and use every last ounce of strength in you to do your best to take me down. I am quite sure that no matter how hard you try that you will be unsuccessful in your pitiful attempts to beat me. This is the type of match that brings me to my roots in the business where I started in the hardcore slash extreme divisions. I have taken many bumps and bruises, and I will take many more in my lifetime, but it is all worth it. I will take the punishment in, and let the blood that flows from my body stain every bit of my attire, before I allow some rookie to get off of the hook after being too cocky. I will fight until there's nothing left, until you are done, until you are lying on the mat unable to move. From the looks of you, you like to take risks, well take a number, because I do too. On the outside I may not look like it, but I am the gutsiest person in this federation. From high flying, to technical, to submission slash shoot fighting, to actual wrestling, to even power house moves I have it in me to do all of the above. So someone one track minded like you really doesn't have much that you can do about it. Lace your boots up tight Ritter, because when you get hit with impact that was unforseen by you I don't want you to lose anything. I will give you some risk taking hardcore, and give you the proper introduction to how us superstars of the Extreme Measures Federation do things. I am a Force of One, and as you will come to find out I really am Just Too Badd!
*The Badd Boy tells the camera man to move on as he gets back up on the treadmill to continue four more miles.*
*The Badd Boy is walking down the hallway heading back out of the training center trying to get to his locker room, but to his surprise a Maytag Repairman pops out from a door quickly and a camera man shows up with him almost as if.....the repairman planned it. It isn't long before The Badd Boy can see through it and tell it is the mysterious and slightly unknown DGNR8.*
DGNR8: Ah Mr. Badd Boy, another week, and another meeting. How are you? Oh like I care I am here for the juicy stuff on the match.
The Badd Boy: I swear you are about as enjoyable as a hemroid. However I have learned you are unavoidable to just continue on and lets get this over with.
DGNR8: Ok good so you are facing another young member of this federation. That makes two straight, this obviously gives you a little something different to work with when you aren't facing the veterans. How is it for you, and how does it effect your performance?
The Badd Boy: I don't really feel as if I am affected all that much. The style of fighting is much different, because when you are facing a veteran it is all about the mind games and trying to fool your opponent. You probably know what to expect out of them, and on the contrary they probably have a good idea on what your style is like. They are tougher, and last much longer, plus have had time to pick up on your weaknesses. Not everyone admits it, but everyone has a weakness, if not we would be undefeatable. When compared to facing a couple of relative rookies, the style is much different as far as it is unpredictable. I am not always sure what to be expecting out of them, and I change my usual gameplans to incorporate being sure they can't set anything particular to expect out of me. The key strategy is to outsmart them, and let them make mistakes. A rookie's number one enemy is himself, because he is most likely to screw up and leave an opening which is what I am looking for in Alex Ritter. Overall though as I have stated I don't think it affects me that much, because I am going into it with the mindset that I need to be able to defeat him. I am sure of what to be looking for, and what to beware of. Once you are in the right frame of mind it is really hard to take you out of the game, thus I fully intend on being able to dominate and be able to continue on with another victory for me. That's what I see as the difference between the two and how to handle it.
DGNR8: Arrogant, cocky, egotistical, over confident, those are just a few words to describe Alex Ritter and your last opponent AJ Detmer, why do you think there is a small trend starting with your opponents?
The Badd Boy: Probably because that is the description of the type of people I don't like. I think that if you have your own head shoved that far up your own @$$ then this business is not for you. I can not stand flipping on the television or running into people on the street that think they are the baddest men on the planet and every girls dream. I like to keep up the new trend of pounding those guys so that hopefully some small portion of what I am trying to teach them sinks into their thick skulls so that maybe they will change their ways. I can never make something along those lines a guarantee, but with Ritter much like Detmer I expect it to be another lesson learned on their part. I am not playing games with them, and I fully intend on backing up my promises that I will beat the snot out of this new guy. I mean I can't tell you enough about how I couldn't stand him without even having one match bragging over and over about how great he is. Yes he did win his first match, but with people like Jason Syrus "The Jobbing is Contagious" and the new Ripper, I mean he acts as if he accomplished some great feet. That's not the case in the slightest, if he can get past me, then he will be creating something great, but I don't know about you, but I don't see that happening, at least not some cocky annoying kid. That is just rather annoying, and bugs the crap out of me. Why the trend is like this I am not sure, but as long as they line up with their big mouths, I will gladly close those mouths for them.
DGNR8: So to wrap things up, how do you think it will go with the match in general, and where do you see yourself going when it is finished?
The Badd Boy: Well I see myself winning of course. The new guy may get a shot in here or there, but if he didn't even possess those abilities I would hope that he wouldn't have even been allowed in the building. Sure Mike has let some guys in before that needed to stay out, but you can't help the few that slip through the cracks. Alex Ritter is not some major worry of mine, I am not taking him lightly, but I feel as long as I keep my head clear and do my best that he stands no chance of being able to beat me. I don't think you can deny that either. I have been continually working hard to get to the status I am at right now, and I won't be giving up anytime soon, so I will stick it through my best from here on out. Opponent after opponent, and Ritter may be a speed bump, but I am a jackhammer, meaning I can pummel my way right through him. It is my specialty also, the hardcore fight which makes it not only to my advantage, but more fun for me also. I don't need weapons or no rules, but if they are at hand then they are fair game. I like them, because then the opponent can't get away and they can literally throw everything at you even the kitchen sink, and if you can still beat them then there is nothing they can really say. I plan on using this match as an extra bounce on my spring board to furthering myself as a competitor. There are reasons that I am the baddest man on the planet and that Ritter will have a badd day. The reason being I will beat him.
DGNR8: Thank you Mr. Badd Boy, but I know have to sit on my butt and do nothing as I am the Maytag Repairman for a day. Goodbye.
*DGNR8 runs off and the camera turns off and The Badd Boy takes a walk to his locker room and goes inside to make a call. The Badd Boy pulls out his cell phone and calls Ashlee's cell pone, but she had it off so he gets transferred directly to her Voice Mail and he leaves a message.*
The Badd Boy: Ashlee, I want you to not plan anything during the beginning of the week. Right after my match I am coming home to see you, and I want to tell you that I have been doing a lot of thinking and noticing a lot of my own wrongs. I just want to be sure to fix things before they grow. You are a lovely woman, and you are the greatest thing that has ever happened to me. The one thing I can't stand is the thought going through my head that I know things aren't perfect between us and I just want to be able to clear my head and start treating you as you deserve to be treated. Please hear me out more when I get home, I will talk to you soon. I Love You, goodbye.
*Scene fades.*
*DGNR8 is starting to slip out of his Maytag repairman disguise as The Badd Boy comes knocking on the door. DGNR8 is startled.*
The Badd Boy: Yo Mr. DGNR8 I need your assistance one more time.
*DGRN8 uses a woman's voice*
DGNR8: Uh, give him just a second.
*The Badd Boy looks slightly puzzled. DGNR8 in the room fixes his disguise then comes out from the door.*
The Badd Boy: Where's your camera man?
DGNR8: What do you need one of them for?
The Badd Boy: I heard Ritter running his mouth I want to give a response to it.
DGNR8: Alright, YO CHUCK I KNOW YOU CAN HEAR ME DOWN THERE, GET YOUR GEAR AND GET OVER HERE!
*After a few moments a camera man whom was down the hallway hanging out in a lounge area comes running down. He sets up the camera nd turns it on.*
DGNR8: It's amazing how fast we can get these guys anywhere and everywhere.
The Badd Boy: Yeah it is so let us get this thing going.
DGNR8: Ah I like my job, I don't even have to know what is going on to pretend. Just watch.
The Badd Boy: You are on camera.
DGNR8: Crap, oh well, I can edit that.
The Badd Boy: You are still on camera.
DGNR8: AH! Anyways, Mr. Badd Boy, Ritter recently made some comments about you obviously, and I was curious as to what you have to say in response to those.
The Badd Boy: Well Alex, I want you to listen very closely to me. I don't really care what you have taken, because none of those other little boys even know what this level of competition is like. The chair shots, the tables, the roof, the tacks, sure those may be some sadistic toys that your buddies enjoyed using on you, but not one of them has what it takes to make it here in the EMF. You made it past Acid Boy? Oh wow, please the name says it all, the kid was all hyped up on Acid Boy. I beat the quote unquote legendary Jarred Carthallion, and the One Sick f#ck Justin Franchize. Either of those crazy SOB's would demolish you and Acid Boy together. Sure you got a count of one two three at Unleashed, but so did I, and I have had quite a few of those to be exact. Many more here than you will ever see. You can't even get past your identity crisis, what was that Triple D, your mom's bra size or what? Your alter ego? Just what we need another psychopath who can't figure out what his name is. You think you have even begun to feel pain with those other slappies? You haven't had pain until you got in a cage with a complete nutbag, or a hardcore match with Wasabi. You don't know jack about pain boy. I am not impressed by your little history, I will introduce you to real pain and why I am much more than what those other guys will ever be. The EMF is not for the weak of heart, and you think you have a lot of heart, but a lot of guys think they have all kinds of things. A reality check makes them realize what they don't have. Oh, and your baddness comment, I don't think I'm badd, I know I'm Badd. That's all. I'm out of here.
*The Badd Boy walks off.*
DGNR8: There you have it folks, Badd Boy's response to Alex Ritter.
*The Camera turns off.*
DGNR8: Thanks Chuck, catch ya later.
*The Camera Man walks off as DGNR8 goes back behind his door. He pulls off his disguise hat and in his form of Degenerate breathes a sigh of relief.*
Degenerate: That was close.
*Scene fades.*
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