Role Play Background: EMF Saturday Shockwave is coming up quickly, and an amazing match is coming of it. The Badd Boy Tony Ikeda taking on his enemy Jarred Carthallion in round one of a tournament in which they should have been the opposing foes in the end. Management can't make everything perfect though, and so one of the toughest rounds will be the first. Both men thirsty for the World Championship again, to say that they are really the best the EMF has to offer. Both men have been there before and they enjoyed the feeling. Jarred was there eleven months ago and The Badd Boy knocked him from that spot. That sore will be an open wound for some time. Both men also have a lot on their plates in their personal lives, but they know that they have to put those things out of their minds and focus on each other. One guarantee that will come of Shockwave is that these two top athletes will put on one hell of a show and only the truly best will continue on in the tournament to find out who will face Punisher for the world championship come Return of an Era. It could possibly mean that the PPV is setting up for the return of the era of Baddness. Who knows for sure? Noone does, but we will all find out soon enough when one on one Jarred Carthallion takes on The Badd Boy Tony Ikeda in a huge slobberknocker sure to be one of the greatest shockwave matches of all time. The world will shake after these two titans are through! In the end, Baddness will reign supreme.
*The camera finds The Badd Boy in leather pants and a white ruffled shirt hanging by cables in an auditorium. CaRnAgE and Degenerate are making sure the lines stay fastened and trying not to laugh at what The Badd Boy has thought up in his most recent scheme. The lights dim a bit and Degenerate goes to the sound booth for upcoming sound effects. CaRnAge holds a flashlight ready to flash it every so often.*
The Badd Boy: I am the shadown mage of Baddness. Welcome to my world. Beware of me, and fear me for I am great. Jarred, can I call you Jarred? I would like to extend to the same graciousness of a gentleman that you extended to me. I am the lord of Baddminia, and protector of the world Baddimanio. It has been since the day that we faced at Hell On Earth that we have really been able to go against eacher in competition. Sure we were both in that recent tag match, but that was no battle competition nor really match. Hell I beat up my own partner then Primetime jumped in. It did not last long. However, Hell On Earth, now that was a great match was it not Jarred? I hope that we can only do better this tim around, do not disappoint me.
BOOM!
The Badd Boy: You know it was someone's bright idea to stick us in the same match for the first round of this tournament for the world championship. The very one that you had a couple of chances to go for it in the past weeks and you keep failing to reclain your past glory. I laugh, and now in this upcoming match we kick it off. We deserve to be on opposite ends so that we could build up to a big final showdown, but in life you play the cards you are dealt. On this glorious day of Shockwave the cream of the crop face off and only half of the men that go into battle will survive. The question that you must allow to run through your mind is.....are you strong enough to survive to the next round, or will you be stopped dead in your tracks?
BOOM!
The Badd Boy: Jarred, lately we have both had a common goal, and that has been to eliminate the dung pile of Justin Franchize. The both of us have repeatedly beat him, and beat him into a bloody pulp and the man does not stay down, like a stupid dog. One day to stop him we will have to send him to an everlasting death, which would be lethal. From the cradle to the gave Franchize would be gone and the both of our lives would be so much easier. Rid of the hemeroid that never dies. Mr. Carthallion, that is only one of our few common grounds, for the most part though we are mortal enemies. We have never really seen eye to eye, if we ever did we would be the most dangerous two men ever to stand ground, but fortunately for the rest of the roster that will never happen.
BOOM!
The Badd Boy: One thing that caught my attention the last time we spoke and had our words. You said that you were too busy to mess with me when I challenged you for the belt you once held, and that I would ruin your climb to the top. Jarred, I knocked you off of the ladder, from there, and now you get what you once thought you would avoid. I will stop your climb to thet op this time around, and in round one you will receive the one thing I know you hate to have to take with a grain of salt, and that is that round one, you will be number one to lose and watch those better than you move on.
BOOM!
The Badd Boy: Not taking away from you as a competitor though Jarred, because I can think back to my days way back in the now defunct TAW that I saw a man named Dreg Head, whom you remind me a bit of. Dreg Head, he was my enemy over there that I kept beating time and time again to take his gold away. Now you in the Extreme Measures Federation, you know that you are good, but you are forced to learn that there are those whom are better than you. In this sport to be the man you have to not only reach the point of being the man, but you have to remain the man, and if you keep falling to me, then how can you consider yourself to be one of the greatest? Legend? As reality shows to the world you are far from that status.
BOOM!
The Badd Boy: This next battle has been a story told by people over the past thousands of years, and it will be remembered by the many to come. A battle that I will personally enjoy myself for the skill required for me to beat you will show my true strengths. I like to prove why I am one of the best, and your poor soul will have to suffer for your sins against me. The final question I have for you Jarred is what are you planning to do? I am the man that if you called in all of the world's armed forces that they would be unable to bring me down, and that no single entity lower than that of God would have the ability to destroy or demolish me. What are you going to do when the Shadow Mage of Baddness casts the baddest spell ever known on you?
BOOM!
*The ground begins to shake and a whole in the stage opens as the camera man drops into the whole. In this basement setting the sky is a bloody crimson red. Purple clouds are set around the place as lightnening strikes the ground and a hole opens up in the ground. Arising from it is The Badd Boy in a new outfit suddenly. Like magic he is wearing the type of robe a druid would wear. He pulls his hood down and red contacts make his eyes glow brightly, almost devilishly.*
The Badd Boy: Don't fear your new place, I understand this world is quite unlike what you are used to seeing around you, and that it is hard to comprehend that which surrounds you. However feel glad that this is not your permanent home like mine. I am sorry, do you not understand who I am? Does it not show in my eyes? I am the horridly grand Demon Kidd Badd. I am tired of being locked away in the back of the mind of Tony Ikeda, because he knows nothing of the darkness he holds inside that I keep bottled up. However, now I release myself, and I will unleash my fury onto all of those who oppose me. Whether it is any member of the roster or more specifically the likes of Jarred Carthallion. I don't like watching someone such as him run a muck in this federation where I should be sitting on my high throne as champion, but I feel that now my time is rising, and time for me to bring fame to my family. My uncle's, cousin's, friend of her husband's, dad's, nephew Lucifer willy finally have glory brought to him when he sees me sitting up upon high. Jarred probably thought he would never see the day when I would rise from the ashes and show my identity, something of which he only dreamed to be able to complete. He failed and he knows it, so now as I come forth from the pits of the deepest darkest region of the netherlands that no man dares step forth. Jarred, I can not wait to return the favor you claimed you would give to all of the people who opposed you, and I will take your soul from your body. The most fun that I will gain in this time of torture is being able to hear you scream in a blood curddling tone like a young female victim as I wrench your body Jarred in ways that you could describe in the english language. As the bones slowly grind their way down to nubs, and the tips turn to dust and chips. Your body withers away like that of a man growing old, and before you know it you have nothing left inside you. Gutted like a worthless animal you shall be, because when I take from something I want to be sure I take everything I can and get the most out of it by taking from the inside out. It makes the hunt and the kill more fun. That is exactly what I do, I hunt. When I track down my pray then I kill, and I burn off the sacrifice as I take the pleasure in winning and causing my opponent the most agony, because you Jarred, you can never understand what it is like for me to sit in the back and watch people like Tony do things "the right way" it sickens me! Then people like Franchize who try to be sick like me and end up being stupid. You Jarred, you only have the slightest glimmer of what it means to be in the position I am in. That's it though Jarred a glimmer and nothing more. This match I will show you what true torment means, because I am the master of it, and if the blood spills then so be it, because I will enjoy it. Blood dripping is like my homeland Jarred, it is where I can really enjoy myself not only opening up my butt kicking but also opening up my opponent. Jarred, the time will come for me to take your inner sanity, so I guess all that is left to say is....DEHK-ANHA-NUHK-ANHA-KARHTAN-ANHA! Carefull who you mess with you may lose more than your shot at a belt, you may lose your soul!
*Lights go out and moments later the camera turns on back on the main floor of the theatre. The curtains open up as The Badd Boy in jeans and a T-shirt stands there leaning on a Harley Davidson. He looks up slyly at the camera.*
The Badd Boy: I have had many forms, but now I am myself, I am "The Guy, The Old Story, The Legendary" Badd Boy Tony Ikeda, and now I am moving on to a life of my own, because I can single handedly take down anyone and everyone, because I am the best and all should praise me in my greatness. Jarred, I have learned that it isn't a character that makes a man, it is the man that makes the man. I am the man, and I am tired of seeing people try to hold control over everything. Starting with this tournament I think I will step out and destroy everyone single handedly so that I can be the supreme wrestler. I think that would be great Jarred. You would be number one, then next week I take out whoever is in round two, then round three the gold is mine. Isn't that great sounding? You may be good and all, but I have come to realize that for me to be the world champion again I need to go through all of these boys, not with a gimmick rather, with my raw talent. It is only obvious that before long I will be a legend, hell son I am one now. You are just a pebble in the road. So I hate to burst your bubble, but that fans that boo me, they want me, the fans that cheer me, they want me. Who doesn't want me? I will gain control of the World Championship, because it is my destiny to hold it. You Jarred, you are just too consumed with meddling in personal affairs, maybe you should stick your nose where it belongs most, right up your own @$$. That is where it stays most of the time. Well I have to run, but remember, you will come to a LEGENDARY END!
*SCREEN FADES*
*Later on in the day The Badd Boy stands outside of the arena leaning against the wall with a cool breeze blowing. The camera man he invited stands out there with the camera focused in on him. After he gets the signal The Badd Boy starts with his speech.*
The Badd Boy: Ok Jarred, I am done mocking you and now it is time to stick with what I do best, being me, being the Real Badd Boy. So we get into round three of our greatest battles. We may not fight often, but when we do, we do it the best. I know that you are one of our top athletes, and a great in ring competitor, but you don't have the talent you need to be the absolute best. You have held the World Championship I give you that, but while holding it you didn't fight everyone. Your title reign before that, who beat you Jarred? When did you lose it? Oh that is right, you lost it in a great battle with me. I took your championship from you. When we first started our bitter feud we had our BWO versues the Fury of Hell. The big match, and I led the charge that ended your group, from there many would say was the start that I initiated that took Katrina out of your arms. That one really burns your @$$ doesn't it Jarred? Well don't get too angry, because I want to inform you that the reasoning for that was nothing less than she never truly loved you, she thought she did, but rather was just infatuated with you at the time. The truth eventaully cam through. Now if anyone ever finds her you should be satisfied to know that she is happy with Wes! You really just don't get along with us Ikeda's very well do you Mr. Carthallion? How much more is there that I can take from you Jarred. It seems time and time again I take from you and I will until everything is gone. You ruined it for yourself a long time ago when I first got here and you had your head stuck so far up your own @$$ it was pitiful. Any further and you would have turned yourself inside out. Let's set things straight, you know I can't stand you, and you can't stand me, and every so often our paths cross causing us to settle our differences again, but it always seems to go in my favor. I am curious as to when are you going to hit that point of realization that You can't beat me, and you have no way of proving that you are better than me. I know for a fact that with your personality and cockiness that the thought of someone being better than you eats away at your insides and you know deep down somewhere that you can't beat me. As a matter of fact I remember when you said that I had opened up a whole new chapter in our Carthallion slash Ikeda feud, and that you were going to get your vengeance on me for being one of the few people to beat you in a one on one match without any interference or cheap tricks. This is your opportunity, because if you beat me, then one of the worst is over in the match. You move on and have a better chance at regaining the gold, but if you don't you have to lie back and wait for what is to come. You have to see me move on. Personally, if that is the next chapter I opened up, then I think this is a pretty good book myself. This has to become a new york number one seller. One of my hopes is that this will stop your constant waves of cockiness that sickens me. Jarred, I would say it is about time you dropped back down in the ranks and took backseat for a while, because people are tired of you trying to drive. You say legends never die they only grow stronger with time, but Jarred, you are not a legend. Therefore you don't get the luxery of being able to grow with time, you only get the joy of having someone like me beat you. I know that the world championship means a lot to you, but don't you think that it might mean a bit to me? I lost the belt in one of the most dispicable matches that ever went down around here, and a large part has to do with stupid mistakes made by others, interferences and other crap. I will hold onto that rematch though, because I want to earn my way up to the top again. Notice I didn't come back and try straight for the top, I saw what Mike thought I deserved to shoot for, unlike someone like you who thinks everyone should be at his every beckon call to do what he wishes. The tournament will be much easier with you out of it though, and I will feel so much better having layed you to rest once again. I do want to be on top of the EMF again, because I know only the absolute best in the business get such a spot, and I remember how sweet it was. This time I won't let it go so easily. It will be much harder to knock The Badd Boy down from his high perch.
*The Badd Boy walks around to the doors of the arena. They are locked, he peers in for a moment then turns around to watch others walk by and cars are going down the street. He looks back at the camera.*
The Badd Boy: Jarred, why do you speak sometimes? You want to get retribution on me, because I am the one man you have not beat in singles competion. Try for your retribution Jarred, but it will just be another attempt failed. As far as snapping my neck goes, I dare you to just try it. You are still a little bitter over the butt kicking Wes and I handed you and you even admit that I put you out for a period of time. That makes two people that have fallen to injuries during my battles. Jarred, I only gave you what you deserved, because you had been asking for that for a very long time, and now you are just further asking for what I am going to give you in our next match. I want to see Punisher in the finals of the tournament, and that means you must fall again. Actually I am tired of hearing you talk about how you are getting screwed time and time again and talk about how I do the crying. Jarred I haven't done any crying. I just take what is handed to me and go with it however it is needed. Yet time and time again I hear you b!tch p!$$ and moan about every little thing that doesn't go your way. As far as me not knowing what it is like? Oh yeah, my situation was much like that, and why don't you practice what you always preach. You talk about how you don't think I should be meddling in your affairs, so why don't you stay out of mine then? My mindset for this match is exactly where it needs to be. You don't know half of the stuff that happens with me and Ashlee. You like to think you do, because you like to think that you know it all, but it must be painfull to realize you don't. I'm telling you right now if you knew half of what you thought you knew, you could be the next freakin' Einstein. I'm not going to just sit back and let you try and do the dirty work that you keep claiming you are going to do to me. You want to hear the sound of my neck snapping because of the soul reaver, but in reality you will never enjoy the sound, because you heard one sound already you may hear it again, and that is your own neck snapping. My hatred for you is probably worst than your hatred for me, and I don't particuarly care much. Snapping your neck is not enough gratification for extracting revenge on you. I won't be happy until Jarred Carthallion is no more around here. I know where my head is supposed to be in this game, so you need not worry what is on my plate and what I need to focus on, because when it comes match time everything surrounding me except you and the ring just becomes darkness because my focus lies entirely on you. I will be sure that I won't let you get in my head or let other factors distract me. I'm not as stupid as you would like to play me off as being. I know that you know that, but it is something else you wouldn't like to admit it. I am so ready and fired up for this match you wouldn't believe it. I think this is a great opportunity to get another piece of you for everything you have done to me in the past, always attempting to ridicule me, but never being able to match me where your mouth is. You are the one and you admitted yourself that you aren't even sure who you are anymore, and I would say that is because you have never known who you were. You used to be a shadow mage, a demon chylde, a man, a myth, a supposed legend, you are supposed to be Jarred Carthallion, and in your own little world you are supposed to be God. You don't know who you are anymore, because all of these persona's within you are colliding with one another and it is probably started to confuse you to the point of you aren't sure what is real and what isn't anymore. What is real is that you are a superstar of the Extreme Measures Federation, and that you will be looking across the ring on Shockwave right at me one of the men you hate with more of a passion then anything. The reality is that if you don't know who you are then how are you supposed to be able to get by me. You should consider some time off, I would gladly give you another six months if you want it, so that you can figure out who the hell you are and what your priorities are. If you want to kick the crap out of an Ikeda, I can't wait for you to bring me everything you have, because I don't want to pin you until you have exhausted every last one of your resources. Then we will have had our fun, and the time will be done, and Jarred you will finally get the epiphany of knowing why I am...JUST TOO BADD!
*CaRnAgE and Degenerate meet the Badd Boy outside.*
The Badd Boy: Hey Degenerate, have you seen DGNR8 around here lately?
Degenerate: Nope, errrrrrr.....um........I think he is sick or something.
CaRnAgE: Uh.....Tony are you playing around or what?
The Badd Boy: No am I supposed to be?
CaRnAgE: Nevermind.
*They continue talking as the screen fades.*
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