Role Play Background: The Badd Boy worked hard to get through the championship that decided a number one contendor for the World Heavy Weight championship. The double pin fall a rarity in the wrestling industry fell upon The Badd Boy and Wasabi. Both men end up winning the match thanks to a screw up account of the officiating. Wasabi is set to be the first to take it, and Badd Boy will hold onto that right just like a get out of jail free card in Monopoly until a much later date and time. The Badd Boy is fine with that, because he does have other plans to take care of. The first of which concerns taking on Kiel Hardy for the Intercontinental Championship. The Badd Boy has not had much to do with Kiel, but his little brother has. Well if he can do it, Badd Boy can do it. So we go to Detroit City to see what happens on Saturday Shockwave when one on one Kiel Hardy is the next to take his stab at The Badd One himself.
*The Badd Boy is returning home from the meeting he had with Degenerate. He finds Ashlee standing in the kitchen looking out of the window with a lot of fried chicken on the counter.*
The Badd Boy: Hey babe, dinner looks good.
Ashlee Ikeda: I think I made a bit too much.
*She turns around and looks at him.*
The Badd Boy: Well whatever we can't eat, we can scrap off to CaRnAgE.
Ashlee Ikeda: CRAE? That would be like feeding him a slice of bread and calling it a seven course meal for him.
The Badd Boy: That is true.
Ashlee Ikeda: Anyways I already had some.
The Badd Boy: Oh, did you...
Ashlee Ikeda: Yeah, Wes stopped by, he grabbed some and needed to borrow the camera for a moment.
The Badd Boy: Oh joy. Look, I'm not going to say a word, you already know how I feel about him and the crap he pulled, so since you are the nice one I'm going to let it rest.
Ashlee Ikeda: Ok.....
*The Badd Boy pulls out a plate and puts some chicken on it, then he stops and sets the plate down. He cocks his head a little bit thinking then he turns around noticing Ashlee was looking out of the window again staring at the beautiful scenery in their backyard. He walks over to her and spins her around grabbing her hand. Ashlee looks at him surprisingly.*
The Badd Boy: I don't want a response out of you, just listen to me.
*She looks into his eyes.*
Ashlee Ikeda: Ok.
The Badd Boy: I don't tell you nearly enough how much I appreciate you and everything you do for me. You mean the world to me, and I just want to tell you that, I Love You.
*She smiles and he leans in and kisses her. They embrace for a moment, then he lets her go. He grabs his plate of chicken and finishes his dinner. After dinner he puts his stuff away and walks downstairs. He walks over to where his little live feed stations is set up and looks at his chair.*
The Badd Boy: Oh great, Wes germs.
*The Badd Boy grabs a nearby can of Lysol and sprays it all over.*
The Badd Boy: *COUGH* *COUGH* Oh nasty.
*The Badd Boy coughs as all of the particles fall back down. He shakes his head, sets the can down, and sits in his chair turning on the camera.*
The Badd Boy: Kiel, a man I am eagerly waiting to take care of. You fought and earned your right for a shot at me, but Kiel, you are really nothing more than a statistic. Do you realize how many people like you I have already buried since my return? What exactly makes you so special? Your fancy haircut? A little different than the long curly hair you did have. How about your tattoos? I don't recall you having so many only a short while ago. Are you sure you don't have better things to spend your money on? Not only that, but if we compare photograph's of you about a year ago, to what you are today, I would be willing to swear that you have changed quite a bit. Now I know you told Wes otherwise, but I am certain that you spent a little money for some plastic surgery. I hope when you start sweating that your face doesn't start to melt, because to be honost with you I am not in a hurry to have fake skin coming off you and all over me, that would be disgusting. We can't overlook your muscles, you had toothpicks, and you beefed up rather quickly. Either you pumped iron twenty four seven, or you pumped special fluids through a needle into your arm, but hey, who am I to say. This is our first encounter after all making it for quite an interesting match up. The experienced veteran taking on the young buck whom I would still say is a rookie. You have had a match here or there, but other than that you really haven't been doing much. These past two months are the only times I can recall you even doing anything to be honost with you. So what exactly qualifies you to be competing at the level of Intercontinental Championship contention? I can't really think of anything. You get a lucky win over some opponent, but you couldn't even hang on in a match against my little brother. What is that saying Kiel? It takes a lot of hard work to be the calibur of champion that one person is when he is an Intercontinental Champion. This belt holds a lot of high recognition in the wrestling industry, and unless you can prove yourself worthy there isn't a chance of you being able to hold onto it. Personally I enjoy being a champion, and the climb up the ladder is a though road I give it that much. You should consider yourself d@mn lucky that you even have a shot. However until you can prove to me that you are more than talk you probably won't ever get more than a glimpse of this championship. I know that you tell everyone about how you were a street thug, funny how you never mentioned that until recently. How you have lived in different dwellings across the United States. What I am getting out of this is that you aren't some type of thug, rather you are nothing above a moocher. You wander around to places that you know you can get a little bit of a free ride from and from there you drain a person of their resources and then you are done. You move on to somewhere else. It is so hard to believe that a punk like you was thuggin' on the mean streats. Picking on a fat kid in high school does not qualify you for a thug, now a wannabe I can see you as being. I don't think that would be far from the truth. As a matter of fact I can remember the first few times I ever saw you. You had to have been the biggest dumb @$$ I have ever seen. You walked around in the backstage area wearing your helmet. You would take your coat off and everything else, but walk around with your helmet on. What, were you afraid the wall was going to jump out and bite you in the @$$ or what? If only you would have looked in a mirror and saw how stupid you looked. Oh well, it gave me quite a good laugh. A laugh, just like what I get now at the thought of you coming for me. I suppose I am supposed to take one look at you and be scared or something, I know you tend to try and use your physical prowress as an intimidation factor, but unfortunately for you that doesn't work to well with me. One of the things you will learn as you step up to this level of competition is that size does not matter. I'm not a small man myself, but I know there are guys a whole helluva lot bigger than me, even someone like CaRnAgE, but do I get scared? Nah, it is a matter of being able to stand your ground especially when retaining a championship.
*The Badd Boy has his title hanging on a special hand carved wooden holder for it. He stands up for a moment and grabs it. He looks it over and nods his head thinking of the hard work that has gone into it. He brings it back with him to his chair and slings it over his shoulder looking back into the camera.*
The Badd Boy: Standing your ground, that is usually the toughest part of my job, because for many they find that the hard part of the job is the climb. The kicking of many butts, and the taking of many names to acheive a level where you are able to compete for gold, but in reality the hard part is standing at the top of the ladder and trying to keep down all of the superstars that are like dogs always nipping at your feet just waiting and hoping to catch you off guard so that they can bring you down off of that spot. That's why I can't slip up in what I do, because one mistake even against one of the EMF's jobbers like you could be costly and force me to have to start from the bottom again. Now I have been at the bottom, and personally I don't like it down there. I don't know if you ever noticed, but it usually isn't too much fun having to be where the lowliest of the low are until you can once again rise up and prove yourself. I don't care what inside of me I am going to have to give to retain my position as the Intercontinental Champion, but I assure you that I will give you everything I have inside of me. Once I step through the ropes the way I figure it is each and everytime it is do or die time, and that I can't give up for anything. Submission holds...well I would pass out from the pain before I would tap out. That is a good reason why I have such a high tolerance for pain. Having such a threshold helps me be able to push that much further in the match. I guarantee that you probably have a few good moves in you somewhere, most everyone does, and when you beef up those moves become that much more affective. So will the match be an exact cake walk for me? No, I don't think it will be, and I am ready to take my bumps and my bruises, but I will for surely give it all back out at you. Not only will I be giving it back to you, but I will be giving it back ten fold, no a hundred fold, no a thousand fold, hell who really knows, but you will know when you leave the arena why I am the Intercontinental Champion, and why I am a fighting champion that will defend his belt until the end. Sometimes people laugh at me, or other times I may get in trouble by those around me because I don't know when to quit, but whatever does not kill you only makes you stronger, and I hope to hold that true to my life. I haven't died yet so I must only be improving myself with each passing day. Kiel, try not to feel used, but that is exactly what I am going to be doing, using you to make myself go a notch higher. Seeing as this is our first encounter it throws out a set of tests that I have to take with every new person. As we go in the ring I have to scout you out, I have to play a mental game while at the same time playing a physical game. There is a mentality you have to bring with you to the ring, because if you are just looking for a fight then you are in the wrong place, because the key to winning is being able to outsmart your opponent. Strength in muscles is nothing without strength in the mind. On the other end of the spectrum though, if you only have strength in the brain, but don't know the difference between a wrist watch and wrist lock then all you are going to be able to do is win a game of chess, because the wrestling ring is exactly that. A place to execute wrestling skills. What I have found for myself is the perfect balance between the two so that I can match you for anything you have. You don't seem much of a high flyer, but you might have some technical stuff in you. Mostly though you have shown that you are a power guy, well I will gladly match you in power, and not only that but even school you in what you are doing. I intend on showing you that no matter what you do, not only can I do it, but I can do it better, and I know how to keep you from executing it as well. Being taken to school is usually rather embarrassing for a person, but I don't worry about embarrassing you, rather I worry about winning the match, and remembering that the belt I hold around my waist is an "at all costs" belt. So, bust me up all you want to, and bring out every dirty trick in the game, but whatever it is, I am ready and willing to take it. I will take one hundred and ten percent of what you have, ball it up, and plow you right back over with it. Be preparing yourself for the fight of your life.
*The Badd Boy already in the arena is in the parking lot. He leans up against his Mustang Mach III vehicle and the camera man he invited comes out. The camera man sets up as The Badd Boy pulls a hair most likely from Ashlee off of his shoulder. Ashlee whom had just used the restroom for a moment comes back and stands next to him.*
Ashlee Ikeda: Let me guess, another speech?
The Badd Boy: Whatever gave you that idea?
Ashlee Ikeda: Oh I don't know the camera man?
The Badd Boy: I was being sarcastic.
Ashlee Ikeda: So was I.
*She smiles and the camera man gives the signal. She stands next to him as he begins talking.*
The Badd Boy: Kiel, I just wanted to be sure to point out to you this little fact, and that is that I have been around for a period of time, and I have seen a lot of guys like you come and go. Some big fellas that thought to themselves that they were the absolute best of the best, and that they were indestructable. Heed my warnings and take my advice, do not under any circumstance think that you are absolutely indestructable. The very second a thought like that enters your head you might as well bend over pretty far and kiss your own butt goodbye. You have yet to really set yourself apart from the other guys I have seen that means that you probably still have those tendencies. If what you need is a reality check to be sure that you don't get yourself to that level I will gladly give to you. On Shockwave you will find out who the better man is, and the better man is going to be the Baddest Man on the planet. I'm sure hearing that makes you laugh, probably chuckle at the thought that someone is going to be so bold as to say that they are better and that they can beat you. Maybe you think I am being overconfident, cocky, maybe going against what I am telling you. No, let me cut you off at those thoughts, because you see, I speak from my experience and I know what I can handle and I know what is over my head to the point that I have a lot of work to do to be able to get myself to the point of competing with whatever is over my head. Someone like you tends to make actions without thinking. A dangerous mistake because now you are in so deep that you are unaware of the challenge that is ahead of you. Oh yeah it is a challenge, this may possibly, no scratch that, this will be the toughest match you have had to fight since you entered the Extreme Measures Federation. I will be certain of that. Though you have been in the back quite often, I still do not feel you have had the in ring experience to know what you should be expecting and to know where your limits are. If you want to be a champion, you have to want it. How bad do you want it Kiel? Do you dream about it? Constantly think about it? Do you bleed for it? Yearn for it? I do, but that is why I have it. Desire is what drives a man, it lies deep within a man's heart and makes him do things he would normally never do. Unless that desire burns like a blazing fire you won't be able to take it from someone who does have that fire. Or if your fire within you isn't strong enough, then I will be sure to extinguish it. Past that as a champion I have been and will continue to keep raising the bar. I want to set the bar so high that noone can match what I have done. As a matter of fact Kiel, I want it so high that you won't even be able to see it, so you will be knocked so far out of contention it wouldn't be funny. Are you really prepared for something like that? For such a feat? We will have to see won't we? Since I am in the mood of asking questions, I have one more for you. Have you thought about strategizing? Hell, I have already told you half of my battle, that should make it a whole lot easier on you, because you know partially of what I am ready to toss at you. Of course I haven't said everything, because that would be incredibly stupid. I hope for your sake at least to spare yourself from looking like a completely lost baboon you have thought about what it is that you need to be able to do in the ring. Heck I have even tried to give you some pointers, but this is where you have to take responsibility and use that pea sized brain of yours to get it to do something so that you can create some type of plan of attack. Not only attack but defense, just like any great sports team, be ready for both, and in the wrestling ring be ready for that to change quickly, because the Offense and the Defense can change at any point in the match. Not only can it change in an instant it will also change back, and continue that trend for quite some time. You have to be on your toes and ready to go. I am sure that you can do that right Kiel? After all you do want my belt right? Well boy, it is on the line, I'm not going anywhere. I will gladly see you in the ring, and have it right there, because I will beat you and I want to stand over your fallen body with the championship raised high in the air, why? Because I'm Just Too Badd!
*The Badd Boy gives his trademark smile and heads inside as Ashlee follows in.*
*The camera man is in The Badd Boy's locker room, as The Badd Boy is sitting on the couch with some papers in hand. He takes a quick glance at them then looks at the camera man who gives him the signal.*
The Badd Boy: Kiel, I just got done going through some old records and researching a bit about you. The way I figure it is that you won't change so your plan of attack won't. Let's discuss what I found. First off you like the life of crime. I guess this puts you on some type of power trip because you can break into some old mom and pop store, you can tell grandma you will break her hip and feel like a man by getting out with the money and merchandise. Oooh, there's something to be proud of. If we were all as smart as you Kiel, we would all be in jail. I don't know, maybe you should try being a man and staying out of that crap, because it is a man that can do things on his own, it is a child in fear that has to tuck his tail between his legs and try to find alternate ways of getting somthing he wants. Earn what you live for Kiel, don't pu$$ out and take out grandma because you are frustrated. The second thing I found is that you like competing in the EMF because it moves you around week to week. Thus you can't get busted, but in the same reference I find you saying that you don't fear anything. Well, isn't that funny, because to me it sounds like you are wanted to do whatever it is you want to do, but you don't want to pay the consequences for it. This tells me you are running in fear because you are scared about what will happen to you. Man, if you can't handle what you have done, then maybe you shouldn't have done it. You have the same mindset as a pregnant fifteen year old girl. If the stupid chick wasn't ready for a baby then she should have never spread her legs, just like you. If you have to run based off of a decision you made, then you made the wrong d@mn decision. You really hit the head on the nail when you said you were an @$$hole. Watching you walk around like you are the sh!t, yeah I can see why people would think that you are an @$$hole. Talking to people without any respect what-so-ever acting like everything is fine, because you are Kiel freakin' Hardy. Is that really the image you want to go with boy? To everyone else that just makes you look plain stupid. Personally I think it makes you look like you have a whole lot of maturing to do before you should even be allowed to get up here and talk trash. Being a pompous @$$hole won't get you anywhere I guarantee it. You live your life how you want, but don't expect that you are going to be getting very far in life with that attitude, because people like me will just knock the attitude right out of you. There were three other themes you keep consistant with that all tie in together in a way. One is that you will do anything for Gold. Well good for you,, now you have joined us that are already holding the gold. You think we have championships because we stepped into a ring and just kind of hoped that it would fall into our laps? Hell no, I have the gold because I would do anything to hang on to it, do anything to fight for it, to have no limit to what I will do. That's part of the definition of being a champion, just like how a man would protect his family, he would do anything. Like me to my wife, I will do anything it takes to take care of Ashlee. That has been proven time and time again. What happens though when two people such as ourselves get into the ring and both of us will do anything to get the gold? Well, bottom line is I will walk out with it. One of the other two points left is that you like pain and suffering that you enjoy it. Oh please, just what this world needs another freakin' Angelus Archer to join the ranks. Next thing you know you will be a cereal killer and raping Count Chocula. Give that crap a rest, I love to endure through the pain and suffering myself, but I'm not going to walk around and hit myself with a chair. Maybe that is why you are so stupid. I don't know, anyways, finally you want to make me bleed. You don't mind bleeding yourself, well, I am glad that you don't mind bleeding yourself, because you will. I will guarantee it. As far as making me bleed, I don't fear bleeding so bring it on. I will more than happily raise my arm in victory with a crimson mask on. I hope you truly understand that. All in all Kiel, I think I am getting you mapped out pretty well, and for you...this is going to be One Badd Day!
*The Badd Boy gives out his trademark salute then exits the room. He looks down the hallway and can see Degenerate.*
The Badd Boy: Yo D, wait up.
*Degenerate dives into a nearby janitors closet. The Badd Boy walks up to the door and knocks.*
The Badd Boy: D, you in there?
*The door opens and out steps DGNR8 dressed in a news reporter's outfit, a hat, and a pair of glasses.*
DGNR8: I am sorry, but did you say D as in the infamous, charming, good lucking, multi-talented Degenerate?
The Badd Boy: Yeah...
DGNR8: He is not here, I am sorry, but I have not seen him. May I be of service to you Mr. Badd Boy?
The Badd Boy: Uh....I was hoping to talk to D, but oh well. Look if you want to be useful just have your camera man ready to go in case I need an emergency speech or something. You know, in case anything comes out.
DGNR8: I will do that citizen Double B. You can always count on D-G-N-R-8!
The Badd Boy: Awesome.
*The scene fades out.*
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