The Badd Boy: Twilight, you are like the biggest walking contradiction that has ever been on this planet. You really amaze me with the stupid things you say. First off, we need to get some things straight. I don't know why you are stalking me, but being a stalker is only going to get the crap kicked out of you. How do I know you are stalking me? You seem to know a whole lot about what happens in my life off of the camera. As most of the wrestlers around here know if there is not a camera present you had better not be seeing what is going on unless you are a stalker. Let alone you walk around and call MY WIFE Ashlee as Wes's wife? Then you say it is because of one boring promo that you were cofused? Let's look at the facts, you are a drugged out hippie. You finally explained to me why you think you are the "Twilight of the Gods". I would think some pretty weird crap if I was high on marijuana all of the time too. You seem to be the only person in the freakin' world that doesn't know Wes is married to Katrina Ikeda, and that I am married to Ashlee Ikeda. What you prove to me is that you are lazy, you don't take the time to know your history or your backgrounds of your opponents. But to also say it is because you got bored of one "promo" where what you claim to have seen wasn't on camera during the promotional air time...well genius it has been noted on camera in numerous promotional videos. Don't blame an Ikeda, because of your stupdity. What about the fact you say you can't believe Wes and I use up so much air time by talking about our matches. I don't know if you have payed any attention, but you talk a lot longer that we do, usually filling up your time with the same comments in repetition at least five or six times. Lame insults and half witted jokes. You use up your time talking about your match. Then after complaing about how we use up our time with our promotional videos, you use up a good section of your time with our promotional videos. Because contrary to what you believe you have no fans outside of your cult. Fans aren't even that important, Wes has a few, good for him. Noone but yourself and your very few friends gives a crap about what you have to say, because you are probably the newly crowned king of the snore. And I mean, you love to talk posers, you are the biggest poser yet. Going back to your being a drug addict. I always wondered how you thought you saw magic happening, and how this wicca worked for you, and how you believed you had anything to do with being any part of a god. I've known some people hyped up on weed, they saw magical things too, doesn't make them real. So who is the poser, the man being himself, or the little drug loving runt in face paint, who thinks he has divine rights, but spends all of his "godly" time in a wrestling ring of a federation that when the end of the world rolls around won't be worth the breath wasted on uttering its name? Doesn't seem like it would be a tough choice. I should also throw in there, and Wes will probably do so also, but your extreme championship match with Wes that you lost, you weren't the champion going into the match, and you were just one of the three challengers. Oh wait, The Ikeda's are the ones making that up, but you're the one rolling up blunts...riiight. You see what all this has culminated to Twilight? It all boils down to you not knowing what in the heck you are talking about. Sure words come out of your mouth, you talk about this and that, but this and that has nothing to do with the here and the now, because you don't know what the here and the now consists of. Your mind is so twisted and contorted that you have troubles finding the thin line between reality and the surrealistic world that you have created in the depths of your subconscious. You think that you are Extreme, but you are simply just the next in line to hold the belt. I held the belt a couple of times, but understand this, I never lost it, I simply moved on. Never once was I beaten for it, and I made the EMF extreme division what it is. Wes then took the reigns from that. You can fight in hardcore matches, but Barbedwire Chris had more extreme in his pinky than you have in your entire body. In all reality you are a disgrace to the championship and as a wrestler. When I see you, I simply have to just cock my head to the side and say...aww, it's too badd, that he's so sad.

The Badd Boy: Now the question is running through your head, I know it is. What is The Badd Boy up to? Why is the legend of the federation, the hall of famer, the big shot jobbing recently to the lowly Twilight whom he knows he could crush? Well the Degenerate bit, that was a surprise to me, as it was to everyone else. I knew I couldn't trust that C.L.B., but can't do anything about that now can I? Well Twilight, I can't let you into all of my secrets, but what I can tell you is that we both know you are just a rookie. You are getting more and more time under your belt, but you don't have the years of experience, and you are at the period of your career right now when you think that you are past that phase and that you can handle the world. You probably think you can't make mistakes or be outsmarted...well you just keep watching and waiting, and I will reveal to you one day my ultimate plan. I do have quite the plan, and I even surprise myself with how devious I am, but I have learned one thing from being a veteran. Sometimes the best way to outsmart your opponent is to take a sick bump here and there. You sometimes never know what you can really learn from doing that. It's a part of the busines, mind games if you will. What I love the most is you probably sit at home racking your brain when you aren't doped up trying to figure out what am I doing? You probably think that whatever it is has to be incredibly stupid, but you still don't know what it is. The worst things to fear are the unknown. The next thing is...will it be revealed finally on Shockwave? Will another phase of it be plotted out this time, or will we just have a good ol' classic match? I will leave that up to you to debate, but while you worry about that one I have another thing to get off my chest. The fact that you even speak of this Tony Ikeda guy and you can't figure out why there is a difference between Tony Ikeda and The Badd Boy. Well your name isn't Twilight, you use that in the ring so you can escapse yourself from who you really are. Tony Ikeda, he's just a punk, he is a nice guy, a family man, loves his kids, and his dog. He looks to entertain the fans of the business and he is living the high life. The Badd Boy, well you know me. I'm a prick and proud of it. Am I good? No, I am darn good. I don't care who you are, if you aren't looking out for numero uno, that's me, then you don't mean jack to me and if I have to plant your butt in the ground then so be it. I am the baddest man on the freaing planet and don't I know it. I know what skills I have, I know that I am that much better than you Twilight. That's what seperates me from Tony Ikeda, that's why Ashlee doesn't like The Badd Boy, but she loves Tony Ikeda. She doesn't appreciate the fact that when I decided what was right for me, I decided that I had to leave the fans, because they were holding me back, keeping me from being able to do what I really wanted to do. Now I am so free, now that I have allowed myself to break down the barriers of being a nice guy. That doesn't get you anywhere in this business, the nice guy crap is for the dogs and I have no use for it. What I have use for is gold and I'm coming for some gold. Looks like all I have to do is win this match and I will be one match away from having that tag strap back over my shoulder. That's just the beginning. I have a lot more in store for the world to see. All I have to do is unlock Pandora's box and let it all out. The pain, the suffering you will feel Twilight...you aren't going to be enjoying this. I won't be so stupid like you as to say that you will be lucky to not die when I'm done with you, because I'm not in the business of killing people around here. I don't see how making such a threat gets you anywhere, because bottom line is probably you won't kill anyone. Not even if you tried, and if you started doing so you would be fired and the company would be shut down, but I am in the business of dominating. I love to defeat people and watch them whine and complain about losing, because they can't believe that lost. It shocks them, blows their mind. What it is called is an ego being shattered. Your ego will be shattered soon enough Twilight, but I will decide when I'm done toying around with you. Until then, be prepared for many more badd days ahead of you.

The Badd Boy: How about you CM Punk? Hope you enjoyed your easy victory with the help of Degenerate. I don't even understand why I am forced to waste my freakin' time with you. A lousy no good wrestler with no respect for the business. I can't tell anymore what to think of you. For a while you seemed as if you were cool with the Ikeda's and we were going to let that go, but no longer. You went to the this darkside and have let your career plune so far down that you are teaming up with Twilight? Wow, that is sad Punk, and I thought that once you had talent that you would be able to unleash onto the EMF. Not when you get this low. Punk, what I don't like about you is what I've said many times, I can't stand someone who acts as if the business means nothing to him. Why are you a wrestler than? What makes the spark for you? Just because you get paid to insult people like me? Is that the big appeal? Wow do you need to start looking for a more well suited career, because you are in a business getting your butt handed to you quite often just to throw around insults. You know I will show you a little more respect about this business, because one fact is that I am this business. I am wrestling, it's all about me. Punk, most of the other people aren't going to care if you care or not because when you don't care about them, they don't care about you which means after so long you will fade out. Just fade all of the no good jobbers and such that are worthless to the federation. Are you really a straight edged kind of guy or is that just the fecade you like to put in front of yourself to make people think you are better than what you really are? We all know that you are really a nobody who wishes he could do great things but only dreams, dreams secretly that he could be big, but you know for a fact that you never will be. You have no chance Punk, we both know it. Forget about fantasy world, because this is no fantasy, this is real life and you are in for a rude awaking, but noone could beat your @$$ enough to get it through your thick f*cking skull that you aren't sh!t to any of us. Not in the slightest bit Punk, you are NOTHING! Speaking of fantasy, let's get to the real deal here. How about you never touch my f*cking wife you dirty little son of a b!tch. I don't know what kind of f*cking sick pervert you are, but you have no business being anywhere near my beloved Wife, got it b!tch? You are not to think about her, look at her, utter her name, nothing. You remember what happened to the guys of the past that f*cked with my wife? They got straight f*cked up plain and simple. I don't tolerate that crap, and I never will. If you can't find your own woman, that's your problem, but don't force yourself on mine. All it does is infuriate me, and you can bet you will get only the slightest portion of what you have coming to you when I get my hands on you Punk. You think you can deliver an @$$ kicking? Let's see how well you can take one shall we? I mean hell, it's like you are some young punk kid maybe stuck in the eighth grade and you can't grow up. F*cking dipsh!t, you seem to just let it go who who are fighting, you know what I haven't met anyone as f*cked up as you are. The only person I have met worse than you would be Justin Franchize. You have earned the @$$ whoopin' that you are about to receive and I won't be holding anything back, not on you. I want to see you get the holy hell beat out of you. If you can't finish the match, that sounds like it's going to be a personal problem, but I'm going to wipe up the ring with your face. It needs a nice coating of red. Punk, I hope you will enjoy getting straight punked out. Your time is nigh for when you are to taste defeat, because you think you have found the group that is going to save your @$$? Nothing is going to save your @$$, not even if you had yourself sent off in a rocket to a distant planet, I will hunt you down like the dog that you are, and I have no reguards to animal rights when the animal attacks in ways it knew better. My wife is exactly that, my wife. We aren't morman nor will we become mormon. Bend over and kiss your @$$ good bye, it may be the last time you see it, because with how far your head is going to be shoved up it, you won't be seeing much of anything!

The Badd Boy: Are some of the best insults you can even think of is "No Dick Ikeda"? Not to prove your theories wrong or anything, but I have two children, that no matter what I love to death, so it would have been hard to have those. Maybe you are trying to make up for some insecurities of your own, but that's for you to worry about not me, because I refuse unlike you to have some obcession with other guys's crotches. I don't know what your deal is Punk, but that's your business not mine. If your gate swings some odd way, you should just come on out of the closet and leave us the hell alone, but I'm not going to be like Gravedigger and start throwing around lame @$$ insults calling people gay, because I have more intelligence then that. So where does complaining really get you Punk? Last time I heard anything from you, you were throwing out some b!tchfest about how you didn't want to fight me, and you can't believe Mike would book such a match where you had to go against me. What is it that scares you about me? Afraid I am going to straight whoop your @$$? Don't be afraid, you should welcome the inevitable. Embrace it with open arms, because if it is coming you don't have a choice in the matter. Quit whining like a little b!tch over your spilled milk. You make yourself seem like a sissy, and we don't have rooms for sissies. You can take your tears elsewhere, where it might matter to somebody. Something that intrigues me though, is that you comment about how we have fought many times and you handed me my @$$...well the only time I can remember something similar is when you have Degenerate turning his back on me like the little coward he is, because he can't stand that I am such the great athlete. As I look at our history, it seems like I have taken you down more often that you have ever taken me down. You should get your sh!t straight before you start running your mouth like that too me, because I don' thave to deal with your sh!t, I just have to straight shut you down. It's not like it's that hard, I have done it time and time again, and I will continue to do it until I see your demise for the final time. Let alone calling me the next Jarred? That's just hitting below the belt, noone will job like Jarred ever. Jarred jobbed because he sucked @$$, I have taken some sick bumps because I know what I am doing, but it's only for me to know what I am doing until it is all revealed. I have reasonings behind everything I do. I just don't have to explain myself to you, because you aren't my mother God rest her soul. I mean Punk, how dare you say such blasphemist things like that, if you want to see the next Jarred, keep talking your sh!t like that and I will see to it that I force you to job like a little girl. Then you will find your next Jarred, but only then, because I hold the keys to your fate when I am in the ring. You can bust out your weak @$$ DDT that you like so much, or lock me in your devil lock, or even attempt the infamous pepsi plunge. Everything that you do will be a failure, becausre I will just keep getting right back up. There is not one thing that you could do to me to keep me down this week. This week maybe I'm feeling like a win is needed for my plot, maybe not, but more than likely it is. If nothing else, me beating the ever loving hell out of you is needed, but with a brain like yours, it would never register that you have failed in your mission shut down this Ikeda. It seems you aren't the brightest bulb int he box, that's for d@mn sure. So keep talking your trash punk, and say what is on your mind, but don't say it unless you can back it up. I haven't see you back up sh!t yet to me, so keep up your yapping, and I will keep up my @$$ kicking on you. The fact is also this Punk, the last time Wes and I teamed up we took you and Messiah to school. I hope that hasn't slipped your mind yet, because it was a pretty nasty beating, you simply can't handle us as a tag team. You have met your match and I think even you know it. You know that you can't hang with the Ikeda brothers. We are simply the best, that's all there is too it. So Punk, before you go running your mouth about how f*cking great you are, just rememember who has beat you plenty of times, and who could do it easily one more time. You can pick your partner, but as long as I have a competent partner, I know we will dominate. Be ready for this match, it will be one badd thing for you!

NEXT DAY

Tony Ikeda: So how about the new housing situation?

Wes Ikeda: I don't know, how about it?

Tony Ikeda: You ready for the move?

Wes Ikeda: You damn right I'm ready for the move. It's about time we got out of those shacks we are living in.

Tony Ikeda: Yeah I guess that's about what they compare to with the new places. What's your girlfriend think about moving into a new house?

Wes Ikeda: .....Ass. Amanda would be a lot happier if I just picked up and moved in with her. Got to keep all that qiuet though. Especially since things with Kat are the definition of SUCKS right now. Life's just fucking hard right now, and it's all thanks to that damn Amanda.

Tony Ikeda: The all important question is are you still keeping your nose clean?

Wes Ikeda: Hell yes I am. Give me some credit there. It's been like five months. I'm good. You'll know if I fuck up. I'll start jobbing again.

Tony Ikeda: I see your point. If Kat's giving you a hard time maybe you should just get back with Amanda. *Tony grinned* It's be great to see you strung out and jobbing to everyone.

Wes Ikeda: Hell no! Just because my life isn't as dull as yous doesn't mean Kat and I aren't happy with each other. I do think the new place will be better for the two of us and our kids.

Tony Ikeda: I hear that. Ashlee loves it, but the poor woman has been busting her ass with these kids. I love my babies, but Ashlee needs a night out with maybe a real nice dinner. Just a night all about her.

Wes Ikeda: Great a night where you plan things? Yeah she will catch up on all of the sleep she has been deprived of.

Tony Ikeda: Ashlee hasn't been deprived of anything, unlike you. Your obvious frustration tells me you're not getting any.

Wes Ikeda: Well, that's what happens when you're wife is pissed as all hell at you. When things are bad like this, it just makes me want to beat the hell out of people. Oh well, I'd rather be frustrated than boring as all hell.

Tony Ikeda: Shut-up, at least we aren't watching Angelus promos.

Wes Ikeda: Speaking of the EMF you going to get your shit straight for this match?

Tony Ikeda: What do you mean?

Wes Ikeda: I mean, yeah you are one hell of a wrestler in singles matches, but you suck in tag team action.

Tony Ikeda: I just haven't had a good partner.

Wes Ikeda: Yeah, you're right, I would use that excuse too if I were such a loser.

Tony Ikeda: .....

Wes Ikeda: No but really, I know what you are saying. After all I teamed with CRAE.

Tony Ikeda: This is true.

Wes Ikeda: What about all of this jobbing? You job to me first of all, now Twilight?

Tony Ikeda: You just have to trust I know what I'm doing on that one. Given that we are off camera and he can't see any of this...

Wes Ikeda: Thank you captain obvious... I'm standing right here. You didn't have to tell me we were off camera... Or did you just say that for the kids at home... wait we're not on camera... there are no kids at home. Awww... fuck I'm confused as all hell now! *Wes grinned*

Tony Ikeda: Ummm... about Twighlight... Essentially I have watched this kid for a long time. I know how big his ego is inflating. I would now venture to say he is worse that Jarred. He thinks he is the best, he thinks he can take me down everytime now. Well, one day I'm going to give him what I really have, and he will know then that I have only been screwing with his head, and he will be in for a rude awakening.

Wes Ikeda: Wouldn't it make more sense to do that the first time and just end it instead of losing?

Tony Ikeda: Now what fun is that? If you can't screw with the guys head a little, let him get ahead of himself...

Wes Ikeda: Right, see I think I will just stick to beating his ass the way it should be done.

Tony Ikeda: What about Punk?

Wes Ikeda: I don't know, what about Punk?

Tony Ikeda: I thought the two of you were becoming good friends there?

Wes Ikeda: Huh? Friends. Fuck, you don't give me any credit do you? Friends, please. You know that you can't trust everyone, though from what I understand he is doing things that he really doesn't want to do. We were cool, but if we have to fight I'll have to knock his damn lights out.

Tony Ikeda: I can't say I've ever liked the punk.

Wes Ikeda: Wow, you really do have some b-a-double d puns there.

Tony Ikeda: Yeah yeah. Anyways, you going to run with me or what?

Wes Ikeda: What distance you shooting for?

Tony Ikeda: About three miles, maybe more.

Wes Ikeda: Better get going.

Wes Ikeda: You know that Amanda crack was not funny.

Tony Ikeda: Then why are you thinking about it.

Wes Ikeda: Oh, shut up. *Wes got off the treadmill, walking over to his gym bag. He lit a cigarette, and got back on the treadmill. Picking up the pace again.

Tony Ikeda: Wow, hypocrisy in its finest form.

Wes Ikeda: Shut up I said. *He laughed*

Tony Ikeda: For a guy that's so body conscience you sure as hell know how to kill yourself.

Wes Ikeda: Tony. I've got twenty years left, atleast. Only the good die young... You can't hold it against me... it's my only flaw.

Tony Ikeda: Sometimes it's hard for me to believe that we have the same parents, and we both came out so different. I'm normal, and you're a freak show.

Wes Ikeda: But you know me better than you know yourself.

Tony Ikeda: So, what's the game plan this weekend?

Wes Ikeda: Top Rope, foot to the face, swanton... whatever it takes. I want those tag team belts.

Tony Ikeda: Well, we all know what Wes wants Wes gets.

Wes Ikeda: Wes just has to make sure his tag team partner doesn't get out there and become a major fuck up. No choking out there...

Tony Ikeda: Now, it's time for you to shut up. I've got it covered. *He looked down* One mile down.

Wes Ikeda: Bet I can get to three before you.

Tony Ikeda: Sure, if you don't keel over dead from smoke first.