Reverend - Learn What Badd Is!

RECORDS
SINGLES
TAG TEAM
WIN STREAK
CAREER
50-7-1
2-4-1
21(High)
TAW
4-1-0
1-0-0
3(High)
EMF
33-3-1
0-4-1
11(Current)
DEWF
11-2-0
1-0-0
5(High)
EBWO
1-1-0
0-0-0
0(Current)
Other
1-0-0
0-0-0
1(High)
TAW Titles: Hardcore (1){Retired with.}; Tag Team (1);
EMF Titles: Intercontinental(1) {Current}; World (1); Attitude Internet (3); Extreme(1);
DEWF Titles: World (1) {Retired With.}; Intercontinental (2) {Retired With.}; Extreme (2);
EBWO Titles: None;
Other Titles: None;
Next Match: EBWO *** Wednesday Warfare *** One on One *** (Could be made Hardcore) *** Reverend -Vs.- The Badd Boy *** Semi-Finals of the World Heavy Weight Championship Tournament

People Mentioned: Reverend;

People Used: The Badd Boy;

Badd Boy's Theme Music
"Just 2 Badd" - Beyond Wrestling

Role Play Background: It was weeks ago and Reverend came out assaulting The Badd Boy in the first round match he had against The Game for the World Heavy Weight Championshiptournament. Reverend thought he cost The Badd Boy the match, but he in fact didn't. The Badd Boy was put back in and Game was suspended. Then the Badd Boy defeated Justin Sane,and The Badd Boy agreed to accompany The Icon to the ring as he faced Reverend. The Badd Boy returned the favor to Reverend knocking his foot off of the ropes. However VP Doug and President Ashlee changed things up. So now the feud comes to an end as The Badd Boy takes on Revered in the semi-finals of the world championship tournament.

*The camera finds TheBadd Boy in the parking lot of the arena. He is sitting on the hood of his car. The parking lot seems almost empty with a pail orange glow radiating from the lights fixated above. The breeze fills in the area with a cold chill. It is getting rather late in the evening. Not many people try to hang around so late if they can help it, but that is why The Badd Boy is using the facilities now, because the business has passed and there is less hustle and bustle going around. He can work out quietly, he can talk to his friends or his wife without being bothered, and one of his favorite things to do while on the road is to be able to collect his thoughts. The Badd Boy knows that he must utilize this time now while he has it or it will go. So he just watches on and listens to the sounds of the city. Vehicles driving by, some are kids with their new cars racing. Horns blair as people get filled with road rage when something happens they don't like. Police, ambulance, and fire truck sirens can be heard as with so many people emergencies are bound to happen. Trains rumble by in the distance, but can be heard miles away. The cameraman is finished setting up and waves the signal as The Badd Boy in his jeans and "Just 2 Badd" T-shirt begins to speak.*

The Badd Boy: Reverend, if you would be so kind to hold off for just a moment. Everyone else out there, I would like to tell you all that noone had better interfere or there will be a price to pay. Reverend, that's because I want you in a one on one. You have shown me that you have had a chip on your shoulder about me since the day you stepped in here and saw that I was here. Now the word I hear is that you have been following me and my career for a little bit of time, and that you have hated me every bit of the way. Finally here in the Extreme Best Wrestlers Organization you lash out on me. You came into my first round match up against The Game to try and be sure to take me out of the running. Why did you do it Reverend? Did you do it because of the fact that you just despise me that much are were you scared? No doubt if you have been following me like I have heard that you are, that you have noticed my successes that I have had. That leads me to believe that you actually would want me out of the running because you are scared that when the time came down to this where it was just me and you that I would be the one to beat you, and since you are so dead set against me that you wouldn't be able to handle the fact that after all of the hard work that you have done and all of the preparing that you wouldn't be able to beat me. It really is a pain in the butt when the person you despise the most is the person that can put one over on you. That is why I intend on putting a big W over on you. I still can not figure out why it is that you don't like me, and I do understand that we come from opposite ends of the spectrum, but just because you choose to live your life on a darker path does not mean I am going to hate you for it. Actually I don't like that I feel you are mocking my faith in a way as your name is Reverend, your finisher is the crucified, and one of your special moves is to do a crucifix sign. So personally I see that as an insult because you do it out of mockery and not out of true faith. You may know that I do have that faith so you insult me, but me to you? I don't do things like that to you. You won't see me walking around in a leather jacket and try to sound as if I am a Goth God and laugh at you. As a matter of fact I can not think of one incident that would have made you lash out at me. You even forced me to do something that I don't like to do until I have to. You may have gotten a foot on the rope, and yes I did knock it back down, but at least I didn't need to pick up you, throw you in a Full Nelson Suplex and try to snap your neck before rolling you in to make it easier for Icon. You thought you had me when you had VP Doug come out there and defend you in what was almost a ploy to have you right into the world championship match. Maybe turnabout is fair play since Ashlee did reinstate me due to interference and you got reinstated, but your plan fired right back in your face twice. Once again she came to point out the flaws and fix them, letting you know that you were not going into the world championship match. Rather you would be taking me on for the right to the finals. For the world championship I will get you down, and I will find a way to beat you, because I will take you to a level that you have never seen before. What I want you to do is to throw everything you have at me, because Reverend I want you to give nothing less than one hundred percent, and the reason is because I want to take you down and beat you on your best day. Then I can look you in the eyes and tell you that you are not strong enough to be able to handle me. I want you to know that you can not beat me and that you made one of your biggest mistakes my screwing with me. There is a big reason why I am as good as I am. It is because I have worked for it, and I have busted my @$$ to be competing at the level of intensity that I do. What you really did was create career suicide. After this match you will be stuck with deciding another path to take, and having to figure out where to go from here knowing that you are a loser, and that you will have lost two straight now. Two straight in a career may not be bad, but when you are just starting off it is a horrible thing to do. Oh well, I guess that isn't my fault is it now Reverend? What I want to do is become a champion, one like this federation has never known, given that it hasn't had one prior that won't be hard, but I want to set a precedent of what a champion should be. I will set the bar so high that noone can even compete with it. Reverend, you can do everything in your power to stop me, and you can align yourself with people like Vice President Doug and hope that he can save you everytime you are in trouble. Maybe you can hope that the day The Game comes back that he will return a favor to you and in a future meeting that we will help you pull out a victory. I guess it is possible, after all anything can happen, but Reverend you can not make it through the business hoping. Sure you are pretty confident that you will be able to take me, why shouldn't you be? Every man should be sure of himself if he is even toying around with the big leagues, but this is no game Reverend. You picked the wrong place, the wrong time, and the wrong person to be screwing with. I am the Baddest Man on the planet, and you may not understand it, but after our match, you will understand fully. I hope you have a very Badd Day!

*The Badd Boy hops off of the hood of the car to his feet. He jerks his head towards the doorways as he hears a noise, but it is just security patrolling the area. The camera follows him as he walks to the side of the car, and leans agains the driver's side door. He looks back at the camera and continues.*

The Badd Boy: Well Reverend, your first mistake may have been that you messed with me, but mistake number two was decided to open your mouth. You really should have decided to keep your mouth shut. If you think I have put the final nail in my coffin, then you are way off base my friend. You see, I have only just begin, so let us not get too antsy about the final nail in the coffin until my heart is no longer beating. Who are you to judge who I care about? We have only been here a matter of weeks and you already say that I don't care about anyone but myself. Don't judge lest ye be judged yourself. Do I consider myself a superstar? Yeah, that wouldbe a dumb question. All of us in this federation thus far are superstars. Noone has really set themselves apart as a jobber. Now a superhero to save the day? I dodge non-literal bullets, but I won't try to leap a tall building in a single bound without a plain, or try to out run a speeding locomotive without an Amtrack. I would also like to say that my time has not come to past just because you are here. You could have been in any of those federations I was a part of, but you wouldn't have stopped me.

*The Badd Boy invites the camera man into his car with him. The Badd Boy gets in and starts it up. He drives up to the rooftop of the parking lot. He turns the car off and gets out as does the camera man. The Badd Boy walks over towards the ledge of the roof top. He looks around at the vastness of the city. He gives a hand signal to the camera man who turns the camera back on as The Badd One speaks.*

The Badd Boy: I'm happy for you that you get off on blood, I guess whatever creams your tweenkie, but man I don't particuarly care if I ruined your shirt or whether or not I ruined your soul. All I did was extract a little bit of revenge for what you did, and it was nothing more than that. If I bleed, I don't care. If that is what makes you smile, then smile brightly, if I lose blood then it does not bother me in the slightest. I will bleed for what I do and what I stand for. As far as realizations coming to past, you want to mess me up as you said, well you wouldn't be the first, but don't expect me not to return the favor, and don't expect anything less than the worst of it being on you. You can't show the world that you are better than me if you aren't better than me. Actually, when you spoke you said the magic words. Let us make this a hardcore match up. Well genius, since you have "watched me like a hawk", you would realize that I excell in Hardcore. That is where my roots are and no matter where I have gone that has been my first target. This is actually the first place I have been a part of in which I haven't shot straight for it. You think that it is your game? No, that is my game, so have VP Doug or President Ashlee sign the dotted line. I will be a lot tougher than Mick, Terry, Pogo, or Hayabusa. Not only would I have the balls to face them I would take them out too. Please Reverend, don't act as if I don't want "it". If anyone ever wanted "it" I have and I do. You can push far, but I will push further, harder, and faster. I have been able to do that while keeping a hold of anything that I have wanted. Like you I never succumbed to what others have wanted out of me. Sure I have been pulled aside by the production assistants that have their suggestions with what will look better to them on television. I don't care, I wrestle in my T-shirt, and some jeans. They can't stand it, but it is what I want to do, and it is what I will continue to do. As far as that fine piece of @$$ President Ashlee goes. You are d@mn right she is a fine piece of @$$, but she is my fine piece of @$$ and as far as I am concerned you stay far away from her. I have ended careers for her. If you doubt me talk to Angelus Archer the Slayer of Life, and Justin Franchize the sickest f*ck in the game. Keep your focus on me, because if you can't handle me, I know you can't handle her, and if you think I am badd now, you don't want to see me when you f*ck with her. I too am a world traveler and have had to earn the respect of others. Japan is a tough place, I haven't been able to get the experience I want there, but maybe we can do a showdate there and invite some of their guys up for some good matches. However, don't tell me I don't respect you, and that you have to get it out of me just like everyone else. In the ring, you just show me what you have, and if I deem you worthy enough you can have my respect, but the way I feel with how you talk is that you don't respect me. That's where the change in attitude needs to come in. You need to respect me. And for the fans, yeah they don't like you around here. As you said lining up to spit on you, but back here in the states there is more incorporated to a person that just how far you can go in a match. That cuts it in Japan, but not here. Here not only do you need to be able to push yourself far in the match, but you have to show that as a person you are respectable. You hate them, they'll hate you, you hate who stands for them or who represents them, they will hate you. If you were on the other side and you liked them, then they would like you. Keep that in mind before you speak.

*The Badd Boy hops up on the ledge sitting with his back to the city. He hears across the street a group of guys laughing. The Badd Boy looks down and sees them, but can not tell if they are just out late having fun or if they are dealing drugs. You never can tell, but can't judge without the facts. The Badd Boy turns his head to the camera again.*

The Badd Boy: So you have an absolute despise for your parents and you want to lash that out on me. Is that the point you are trying to make as you sit on your porch step. I deal with that dilemma everyday. Wes Ikeda, my little brother? He can't stand our mother either. All of the time he lashes out on me because he has all of that pent up aggression, but I have to just shrug it off because he is just a child at heart. He may have not been abused though he may claim otherwise, but that is in the past and it is not something that you Reverend should be sitting there "oh poor me" about. If you picture me as your father then I guess your fantasies are not going to come true because your daddy will whip your @$$. I am not scared or crapping me pants or getting worried about you, because you are not the first person I ever fought and beat that thought he was a Gore God. Now I do get the butterflies in the stomach everytime I stand behind that curtain, but if you are in this business and you don't then you are not a man and you need to get the hell out. Reverend, I won't be crucified, you will be murdalized, and you will find out why I am Just Too Badd!

*The Badd Boy smiles and gives one of his trademark little salutes to the camera. He walks towards the blue Ford Mustang Mach III fully customized with leather interior. The two seat speedster that he loves to drive. He hops into the vehicle and drives off. As he rounds the turn that leads back down the car disappears, and the moon illuminates the rooftop of the arena with its glow. The camera focuses on it as the screen fades out.*


The End
Out Of Character (OOC) Message: Not bad I guess.

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