Role Play Background: Badd Boy received a personal invitation from X-Cold to get a few personal training lessons.

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*Yet another bright sunny day in Arizona. The Badd Boy in almost routine fashion pulls his car up in front of X-Cold's house. He gets out of the car and walks up the porch. Once he reaches the top step X-Cold was already there to open the door for him. Badd Boy steps in.*

X-Cold: Well Badd Boy, it's time we took the next step. Follow me.

Badd Boy: Ok.

*Badd Boy follows X-Cold through the house and they reach the steps that lead to the basement. Badd Boy follows X-Cold into the basement where the lights get turned on and in there is X-Cold's own private wrestling ring.*

X-Cold: Well, here it is. You have proven you are a great technical fighter, you know submissions, you are a brawler, a hardcore fighter, if weapons need be involved you know how to weild them with ease. You cover all of the bases, except for one, what is it you don't do?

Badd Boy: Well, all that's left is high flying moves, which I've never needed.

X-Cold: Why don't you need them?

Badd Boy: I've gotten this far without them.

X-Cold: But how long before the other superstars get onto your game, and soon they are able to predict your moves? Believe me if you keep up your pace you have a great future, but it will get tougher and tougher the closer the others pay attention. I know you can do the basics, and if you can improve on that you can be un-predictable every single time. I've been known to pull them out whenever I needed to, now get in the ring.

*Badd Boy gladly obliges and gets in the ring.*

X-Cold: Now to start do a kick flip.

*Badd Boy just kind of shrugs then lies down and does a kick flip from his back to his feet.*

X-Cold: Good that's the basic. That's what you do to keep your back flexible and in good arching positions. You need to do that with a lot of moves, because once you are in the air it's your job to keep yourself in the right positions to keep from killing either your opponent or yourself. Now get on the turnbuckle and do a moonassault.

Badd Boy: Just flat onto the mat no nothing to break the fall?

X-Cold: Hey if your opponent moves you don't have anything but yourself and the mat to break your fall. You'll learn how to hit, or you'll learn how to hurt one way or the either.

Badd Boy: Doesn't sound like anythign new to me.

*Badd Boy gets on the turnbuckle and goes for a moonassault he completes it, and lands on the mat ok, but it wasn't the most gracefull scene. Time and time again X-Cold kept making Badd Boy do moonassault after moonassault. Yet time and time again The Badd One smacked the mat over and over and over again. After about an hour and a half Badd Boy was doing the greatest moonassaults X-Cold has ever scene during his career or back when he was just a fan.*

X-Cold: Great, those are perfect, now you can show your little brother up. I'm sure you're feeling it so let's take a little break for lunch. Steph has cooked up something good I'm sure. Probably some home made spaghetti the way only she can make it.

Badd Boy: That sounds good, I don't get a lot of spaghetti let alone home made. Ash doesn't make it to often.

.......:::::LUNCH BREAK:::::.......

*After having the good hearty lunch, The Badd Boy, X-Cold, and Stephanie all took a little walk around the house. They came back in and former superstar with his protoge return to the ring. X-Cold goes over and picks up a dummy wrestlers from the ground and holds him up on the outside of the ring standing on the concrete floor.*

X-Cold: Now climb up to the top and do a flying cross body to this dummy. Don't worry I'll hold it.

Badd Boy: Well...Ok, I'll trust you.

*Double B gets back in the ring and climbs back up on the turnbuckle. He leaps off doing a flying cross body, but X-Cold moves the dummy and The Badd One hits the concrete floor.*

Badd Boy: Ow, crap dude!

X-Cold: Bet that one hurt.

Badd Boy: Ya think?

X-Cold: Heh, I think you're catching on though, we need to work on perfecting the arsenal then you can go back to the hotel for the night.

Badd Boy: You sound like I'm your slave.

X-Cold: If you want my help you kind of are. heh.

Badd Boy: Right.....anyways, back to work.

*For the period of another four to five hours the two worked. From flying cross bodies, to spinning wheel kicks, to shooting star presses, to missile dropkicks, and even a four fifty splash, from the top to the inside of the ring and the outside of the ring. Then a final test was brought out. X-Cold pulled out a wooden table and layed the dummy atop of it, then placed a chair upon the dummy.*

X-Cold: Ok, one last moonassault I think you know what to do.

Badd Boy: That one is going to sting a bit.

X-Cold: Oh well, you'll live I'm sure.

Badd Boy: I've survived worst.

*Badd Boy slowly climbs back into the ring and climbs the turnbuckle. He looks at the table and lets out a sigh then turns around with his back facing it. he stands up then leaps. Badd Boy does a perfect one eighty degree flip, with one of the highest leaps that has ever been seen in the world of sports entertainment, and lands perfectly on top of the chair sending himself and the dummy straight through the center of the table that almost shatters as it breaks. X-Cold turns the other way briefly but looks right back at him. Badd Boy rolls over onto his back and smiles.*

Badd Boy: Oh this will be felt tomorrow, but I think I have it down.

X-Cold: No denial there, now use that to your advantage the nex time you get in the ring. There's a surprise awaiting you at your hotel room, you better get there.

Badd Boy: Really? That's cool, I'll have to check it out.

*The two shake hands and part ways, The Badd Boy goes back outside and into his car where he goes to the hotel, and back to his room. He puts the key in and opens the door to find a huge buffet of all the food he could imagine awaiting him. He sits down immediately to eat and as he starts he looks to his bed that lies empty and thinks about his wife whom sits at home probably making her own Fettucini Alfredo. He feels bad as he picks up the phone instead of eating until he can't anymore. He dials home, but for the second day straight no answer on the other end of the line. He leaves a message......*

Badd Boy: Hey baby, I see once again you aren't home. I miss you, and I'll be coming home soon. Goodbye.

*Badd Boy rolls over after hanging up the phone and stares out of the window.....*