Role Play Background: It's the beginning of a new federation, one that is set out to be the sister federation of the infamous Extreme Best Wrestlers Federation. Now the Extreme Best Wrestlers Organization is in full force and The Badd Boy gets back into the ring. He is pitted against The Game in a first round match up for the tournament leading towards the precious EBWO World Heavy Weight Championship. The Badd Boy is just warming up as he gets set to make an in-ring performance.
*"Just 2 Badd" hits the sound system and the fans jump out of their seats and start screaming for The Badd Boy as he makes his way out from behind the curtain. He stands at the top of the ramp and does a pose as blue pyrotechnics fire off behind him. He walks down the ramp tagging a few hands on either side of the rampway. Dressed in his blue jeans and "Double B" T-Shirt he climbs up the steps to the ring apron. He climbs in then jumps up on the turnbuckle throwing his hands in the air. He hops down and leans over the side of the ring demanding a microphone. A stagehand gives him one. He takes it and stands in the middle of the ring and the crowd chants "Badd Boy Badd Boy Badd Boy". He smiles and raises the microphone to his lips. The music cuts and the fans quiet down and sit in their seats to hear what he has to say.*
The Badd Boy: So the first match of the EBWF has been decided, and I will be going up against none other than the muscle headed man calling himself, The Game. I tell ya, The Game is in for a rude awakening, because I get the feeling that he feels he is just going to be running a muck around this place and that he is top level competition deserving to be at the top. Tisk tisk Mr. Game for getting ahead of yourself. The real man that deserves to be on his way to the World Championship is none other than me, and I am the undisputed Baddest Man on the Planet. You see Game, I have watched a lot of guys like you come and go. You hit one slappy federation and you do well. You then let your ego grow and you think that you are one of the best that has ever stepped in the squared circle, but then you come into another federation such as this one and dominate against real competition. I regret whole heartedly to inform you that this is not the case for you. Much like the guys I have seen this happen to you are going to be receiving a reality check. That means someone like me who really is a top superstar is going to basically whipe the floor with you. Oh sorry if that is a little bold for you, but truthful none-the-less. I know that to you I may sound as if I am a little over confident or egotistical, but the fact is that I know what to expect. I have researched the people of this federation to see how they've done. I have studied carefully on the personalities and matching characteristics of the people, and so far I'm not seeing anything new really. To start off the Extreme Best Wrestlers Organization the two of us have been asked to square off in the first ever EBWO Main Event for Wednesday Warfare. One man will prove to be a top competitor and move on to the next round, and the other man will just be a chump. I have no intentions of being a chump, in fact I intend on being a champion. We are main eventers because the president feels that for some reason when we tried out for this federation we proved to be two of the best, two of the elite guys around here. Man are you lucky, but are you ready to put on a show? We now have the job of setting the pace for the rest of this year with the EBWO. It is up to us to make or break this fed this very night to give it a foot hold in the world of wrestling. Not only will it be a show, but a test of just how great you are. The endurance is going to play a key factor. You will have to truly endure to be able to outlast. I expect to be pushing my body past its normal limits to push myself harder than I have ever pushed myself to go, because that fire burns deep within that makes me have the desire to win. Next to endurance is strength, well just looking at you, you have plenty of muscle in the arm, but how many rocks in the head? Strength is more in the mind than anywhere else. The mentality you must uphold to always know where you are, what you are doing, and the same things about your opponent. In a match when you are going to get slapped around like a little girl it makes it that much harder to stay on top of things. I'm not sure about you, but I am ready for such a committment. Last, but not least is desire, ah, what makes a man a champion. You must desire to go for that world championship. You have to have the deep fire inside of your heart that makes you say, I must be better than the best so that I can continue to keep going until the day I get the ...one...two...three for the world championship. I dream of that moment, that waking moment when I will hold the World Championship in my hands and be able to look down at the other superstars and say I proved to be the best. Game, you may not be the worst wrestler in the federation, but you are up against me in the very first round which puts you in a bad position. No wait sorry, a Badd position, because you are pitted against the Force of One. I am the one man that is going to go all of the way and even if you were the toughest competition in this tournament next to me when you go down in the first that's it lights out GAME OVER! You're d@mn right you are over, you are finished, done.....you might want to stick to a different level of competition, because this one is not for you. Game I just want to be sure that you are prepared for what is in store, because this Wednesday, it is Warfare, and the Baddest Man on the Planet is out to get you Game. There's a reason why I am Just Too Badd, and you are going to be finding out what exactly that is. Let's see what you got, bring it to the ball park so I can smash a home run. Game, have a Badd Day!
*"Just 2 Badd" starts playing again as The Badd Boy flips the microphone out of the ring. He jumps up on the turnbuckle once again throwing his hands into the air. The crowd gets back on their feet cheering. He hops down and flips over the ropes. He makes his way back up the rampway turning around to salute the fans. He turns back around and disappears behind the curtain. His music cuts and eventually the fans calm down.*
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