Role Play Background: The Badd Boy, a man who continues to climb his way up through the Extreme Best Wrestlers Organization has come a long way. He started off in a first round match up against The Game. A match that probably would have been more suited for the final round. In the match Reverend interfered costing the Badd Boy the match and costing him the first round in the World Heavy Weight Championship tournament. However, President Ashlee not happy with the actions of her members suspended The Game, and gave The Badd Boy the spot in the tournament. Next round Justin Sane took on The Badd Boy, and Justin Insane found out what it is like to be Just Too Badd! Reverend took on Brandon "The Icon" Smith whom we don't know much about, but he seems to be a protoge type who has a professional liking for The Badd One. The Badd Boy accompanied The Icon to the ring against Reverend, and let's just say The Badd Boy returned a favor to Reverend costing him the match. Vice President Doug put a halt to it, and it was ordered that Reverend and The Badd Boy would face in a semi final round, winner taking on The Icon for the World Heavy Weight Championship. Well, the match that was made a hardcore match with many things on the line. One was who would go on for the world championship, two, who was the better man? And three, both men hold a lot of pride in their hardcore roots, who was really the man of Extreme fighting? Well, it is time for Hell Freezes Over, the first Pay-Per-View Extravaganza, and it is still The Icon in the main event, and his opponent, here in New York City, at Madison Square Garden, the man who overcame all obstacles.....The Badd Boy Tony Ikeda!
*The camera turns on and televisions are flooded with the vision of a large body of water. There are boats below, but them along with the people they seem to be hauling look like mere specks on the ground. Almost as if looking at ants squirm about. The distance to the ground, obviously a long way down. Here it is a late April Day, and the breeze is nice and cool. Birds fly around chirping, the scent of the city fills the air. Another camera angle is turned on, one from an outside shot of where the first camera was shooting from, and now in clear view of everyone standing before them a woman, a large woman. One wearing a crown, holding a torch high in the sky, one they like to call, Lady Liberty. The camera zooms back in to the crown where a man is looking out to the crowd below. The camera switches back to the one that was inside, as it turns and focus' on the man. He is wearing jeans and a T-Shirt reading "Just 2 Badd". The man turns towards the camera and smiles before peering back out of the crown to the vast world outside. He takes in a deep breath, then he exhales it. He opens his mouth and begins to speak.*
The Badd Boy: Ah, now lovely a view it is from up here. I must say I do love to come visit New York every now and then. I don't think we visit it enough. New York just has this aura about it that you can't get anywhere else. You know what that reminds me of? That's right that special Aura that surrounds the Extreme Best Wrestlers Organization. Something just tells me that there will never be a place quite like the one we have been chosen to be a part of. Brandon, that makes us special, like no other men that have stepped into the ring. Not only do we have the opportunity to be a part of a federation that is obviously going to tear up the charts, bring in ratings, fans, rave reviews, money, and a bit of prestige, but we my friend are the first chosen two men to get into the squared circle, for the first main event, taking place at the first big Pay-Per-View extravaganza, to determine which of us will become the first EBWO World Heavy Weight Champion. I had a long struggle to get where I am today. First off they start me with The Game, a man who I will agree is a main event calibur, but there was no reason that I should have lost the match. If it weren't for Reverend then he wouldn't have stood a chance. So you were probably thinking it was all over for me, but no I don't give up so easily. Luckily for me President Ashlee, whom for some strange reason, has some type of thing for me I believe noticed the injusticed and corrected it. Next came Justin Sane, he was a push over. The third in line was Reverend. Oh boy did I enjoy paying him back. Take a lesson Brandon, I'm not a guy to screw around with. I had a hard fought battle to get where I am, and let me see, what did Brandon do? He defeated Reverend with a little bit of my help. Hmmm....well, what else did you do? Think hard, keep thinking, you are right, that was absolutely it. You haven't done anything else, yet here you are in the match. Gee I wish the road was that easy for me, because then I would have a lot less to worry about, but unfortunately Brandon, some of us actually have to work to get where we want to be. The way I see it is that I should definately come out of here with a world championship around my waiste, because I want it more! I have put a lot more hard work into getting to this point. It may have been done in a short amount of time, but you have only done but a third of what I have, and you think you are some great superstar. Newsflash, cut to you reading the headlines, Brandon needs to get a clue. You are not ready to be taking on the duties for a world championship, not against a man like me. You see my day will come when I am but only a spectator and I can watch the next generation superstars duking it out over who is going to be the champion, but that time is a long way off, so I need to be ready for what I have on my plate now. On my plate is a young buck who needs a quick lesson. Brandon I appreciate you coming to me when you found me in the parking lot and asking for my assistance. It shows that you know when you see other talents that could be useful to you, and it shows you have a brain good enough that tells you when there is a possibility that you could get into some trouble that you wouldn't be able to get your own way out of. The thing is though, that I have little to no patience to kids who get things handed right to them on a silver platter. If they would give that to you, then they could have called in any slappy and said here, please take this title shot that we won't even make you earn as long as you can show up to the arena. Next thing you know, they'll just hand you a belt because they feel you looked a little left out without one. If life where really that easy then we wouldn' t have to be working for a living then would we? Hell no, so let's take a look at what is ahead of us Mr. Icon. We are going to be locked inside of a fifteen foot steel structure that gives no leeway. There is no escaping, and there is probably no leaving without something getting broken. The specialty that gets added on to this is the high tech fog machine that has been installed on the cage that will continually pump fog into the center of the cage until the visibility is so bad we won't know if we are clocking each other or clocking the referee. You may not even know what hit you until it already clocked you in the face. I hear they will have infra-red camera's up so that if we go too long we can still be seen. Now this match is going to be absolutely brutal, but they I like brutal. It makes for a good challenge. So what you need to be expecting is no mercy, because what you hopefully will understand is this...you may be a nice guy, and I may be willing to give you some tips that you can't get from anyone other than a veteran, but I will still dot you between the eyes to put you in a reality check that reminds you that you are the rookie and that I am the man of the federation and that the people who stand before me will fall, I will see to it personally. You Brandon, you stand in front of me, but like most obstacles you will be removed rather quickly. After Hell Freezes Over, you will be back down at the bottom of the ladder.
*The Badd Boy raises his hand in the air and slowly brings it down in the motion of what seems to be mimicking The Icon falling down the perverbial ladder.*
The Badd Boy: Icon, you made mistake number one, you opened your big mouth. Trust me, you would have been better off silent. You are proud of your undefeated streak because you defeated one man in your first match for something that was worth fighting for, then you win a second match against a slappy that since his first match has been getting slapped around. Yeah, there's something to brag about. If you could stay undefeated a little bit longer then you might want to say something, but let me let you in on a secret about me. When I broke into the big time, I went on a nine month undefeated streak. I took a lose, and went on a seven month win streak. Those aren't matches, those are entire months of fighting. That seven month one can only improve. Sure people have congratulated you, but don't let that get to your head. I get congratulated on my wins, and any sports team the other members will congratulate their teammates for playing a great game or doing some part to help lead them to a victory. It's all in the game, not in you. We all do it to each other to help each other out. It is not something that was originated for The Icon and only The Icon. You may not have asked for me to cheat, and cheating is not in my nature what-so-ever, but justice is, and that's simply all I did was return the favor to Reverend and brought a bit of justice to what he did to me. Had it not been for him Brandon, I would be on a three win undefeated streak compared to your lousy two, and all three of my matches will have been worth something while yours aren't. You have definately gotten ahead of yourself, because after the Pay-Per-View the world will see a man, not you the boy, but me the main with belt around his waist being named the First Ever EBWO World Heavy Weight Championship!
*The Badd Boy motions his arms acrossed his waist as if to show where the belt belongs.*
The Badd Boy: Now I am aware that you are quite proud of your accomplishment over Reverend, but you are not the only man who has had the ability to lay out Reverend. You see, I layed him out if you want to talk about bloodiness, I beat him a thousand times worst than you did. You have no clue how bad I beat him. And if you want to talk about being an all-arounder. You are looking at the best in the business. I am most well noted for my hardcore abilities, but I can do anything. Whether it be staying Hardcore, or being the most technically sound man in the game. How about submission skills, I know holds you can't even imagine, and if you think the top rope scares me? You are sadly mistaken, because I love it. If it involves taking a risk then I am there. Last but not least I can brawl, and anyone who thinks they can overpower me or outthink me, then they will get a rude awakening, because I already know their moves. I have studied all of the opponents here for a long time, and I am ready and waiting for each one to step into the ring. You say this is match number three, well rookie, let me introduce you to the game. There was something you obviously didn't understand, when you spoke of how you are worried that I will be out to prove something, that I will be completely focused on the match and that this will some how cause me to make a mistake? Do you think before you speak boy? You are d@mn right I am out to prove something. Obviously some superstars around here didn't want me to make it the top because they fear with me there they won't ever get their shot. I am going to prove to the world that no matter what is thrown at me, I can't be stopped. I am completely focused on the two men that are in the ring. Me, and you, and I won't allow for any distractions. The fog won't blind me, the pain won't slow me, and you won't beat me. You are but a rookie in this business, and rookie's don't fare too well, because they don't always know what they are doing. You are going to make mistakes it is inevitable, and as a pro like myself I will catch you on everyone of them, and don't look for me to be making mistakes, because it is not going to be happening. I am not leaving without that gold around my waist. So don't get so worked up, because you are only setting yourself up for disappointment, a very badd day!
*The Badd Boy looks out at the waters taking another deep breath. He turns back to the camera.*
The Badd Boy: Allow me to answer your question about the fog machine. You are right you do have to rely on your other senses as the match progresses, but there is one vital part of your body you must use. Your brain, now I understand you can't use that which you don't have, but we will excuse that matter for now. This is a match of intelligence along with skill, a combination that only falls under a professional. This match is far in my favor. Then there is the matter of the fifteen foot steel structured cage, something that was designed for the sole purpose of hurting people. You have to work through the pain, work through the crimson mask of blood that will cover your eyes. I know all of this and what to do. Everytime you think that I am done, I will come back stronger. If you think that you have got me, then I will put you in the ground, because I will fight until there is nothing left. You will never forget who I am, and who the real Baddest Man on the Planet is. My name will echo through your head for all of eternity, and when the cage lifts, the fog finally clears there will be two men in the ring. The "Icon" on the ground a broken mess, and The Badd Boy holding the World Heavy Championship. Why? Because I am JUST TOO BADD! You see how Lady Liberty holds her torch high triumphantly, so will I, standing tall over you as a champion.
*The Badd Boy smiles and walks off as the other camera turns on and the view spans out showing the Statue of Liberty. As it sits there on the screen for a moment. The screen fades out to black.*
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