Role Play Background: It has been many months in the making. Ever since the day Total Attitude Wrestling found it to be better to join in with the EMF, to become the EMF Attitude branch The day that the Badd Boy stepped out from being an extreme level TAW superstar to becoming the leader, and fore runner of the EMF Attitude, TAW, with a new name. The Badd Boy along with his group the Best Wrestlers Oranization, or the BWO came out to be as of right now one of longest lasting factions. Ashlee, CaRnAgE, formerly Degenerate, now Wes, and the Black Widow. A force to reckon with. They entered, but didn't come without opposition. Standing before them, was the Fury of Hell. Led by one man, Jarred whom at the time had Black Widow at his side. The only option was to stick the two forces in a cage and see who would come out on top. As it is written in the history books, the BWO was the group to win, and cause the demise of the Fury of Hell. Ever since that day Jarred, and The Badd Boy have gone their seperate ways to become un-doubtedly the two top superstars in the EMF. Jarred going through losing some, winning a few more, and complaining about The Badd Boy. The Badd One himself, fends of Jarred's friend Angelus Archer one more than one occassion and winning all of his matches since that day except one in which he was not even pinned. Un-fortunately that's how it goes in triple threat matches. Now the two largest forces come together, once again they will be locking eyes. If any man, or woman, interferes, it just shows how pathetic they are. The World Championship, the most prestigious of the belts is put on the line as Jarred the current champion is taken on by The Badd Boy, the challenger, and there will be...HELL ON EARTH!
WEDNESDAY, APRIL 24, 2002
*Wes and Katrina have gone out for the night leaving Kathrin to stay at the house of the Badd Boy and Ashlee. Ashlee sits in the chair, beautiful as ever, as the Badd Boy sits on the chair smiling as dear little Kathrin sits in front of the television set watching one of her favorite movies. The Badd Boy in his black jeans, and black shirt, with his hair in a spiked fashion sits there and ponders for a moment. He takes a look around the living room, at the lit fire place, the pictures of his brother and best friend CaRnAgE on the wall. The beautiful house decorated by the equally good looking wife of his, Ashlee. As a few thoughts flow through his mind he just smirks and shakes his head then makes eye contact with Ashlee.*
The Badd Boy: Babe, I need to go downstairs, are you going to be ok with Kathrin up here?
Ashlee: I'm a big girl, I can handle myself and a little girl. Go on, Go ahead we'll just keep with the movie.
The Badd Boy: Ok, talk to you later.
Ashlee: Geeze you act like you are leaving for good.
*The laugh as The Badd Boy gets up out of the couch and makes his way to the basement door. He turns the golden knob and opens it as he makes his way down the steps. He leaves the light off, but there is little dim light flowing through the small windows of the basement illuminating the room enough to see. The Badd Boy in the rather large basement looks around at his personal ring, his punching bag, the weights, and the rest of the assorted equipment needed to train for a good match. Then he looks in the corner where Wes and CaRnAgE installed the direct link camera. He makes his way across the room and sits in the chair that is there. All he has to do is push a button and the recording automatically starts.*
The Badd Boy: Well Jarred, let me be the first to say peek-a-boo. No, not in the sense of how a child would say it, but in the sense of, think of how long it has been and where we are today. Think about how long it has been since the two of us last stood in the same ring at the same time. Do you remember that Jarred? Or Demon Chylde? What was that, "kum de la gaya" or some portugese or something that you always spoke with your big goth dork buddies? That was a very intense battle wasn't it? The BWO, the Fury Of Hell, only room for one group, and seeing as how all of your members couldn't even stick together it makes me wonder how you even got together in the first place. I would have to say that's about as sad as it gets. You did do one thing though, you got my attention. When I came here as a rookie to this federation, seeing an ugly mug like yours would grab anyone's attention. In all honosty though, maybe you just need a little Jesus in your life. It would do ya some good. How would you know what would do you any good though? You got it in your mind that you were going to get a hold of the little rookies, whom were truly only rookies in your mind and you were going to show them how it is done. Isn't that right Jarred? Wasn't Mr. Big and Bad Carthallion going to show those BWO punks how it's done in the big leagues? Here's the problem you didn't show me a thing in there. You showed me your true colors, you showed me how well you handled a group. Just how great of a leader were you? Your wife turns on you, that one old guy disappears, your friend Warrior not long after dies. The Fury Of Hell, died out. They became nothing. That's what you are so obscessed with isn't it? Trying to tell me how my past has died out and is nothing. I will get into that later, but that would be typical of you, try and pass the blame off onto someone other than yourself. God forbid if Jarred Carthallion isn't the greatest. Try to make The Badd Boy look bad. Yet yours was the past that has crumbled and turned into dust all so you can live out your life with a fairy tale dreaming, Insane Clown Posse reject that murders doll toys and calls them human so he can sound good, but that's right, I'm the one with the fallen dreams. Your friends and family either die off or disappear, or they turn their backs to you to leave you wondering why? Though it's the Badd Boy, he's the bad guy, everyone look at him, look at the man that did this to you. It's all his fault, he's so horrible. Is this sounding about right Jarred? That was all leading up, all your trash talk on me and my fallen past. My past has only fallen in your mind. Once we stepped into the ring, oh that's right you injured of our best guys, Degenerate. Bravo, would you like a bozo button? How about a cookie? Or one of your gay @$$ black and milds that you probably stick only God knows where in other various parts of your anatomy before you take a big whif and light it up. You pride yourself on that fact, but what you fail to realize is that was Degenerate, that wasn't me. I was still in the ring along with the rest of the group and your group. The two forces had their clash, their battle. In the end the BWO lost degenerate, The Fury Of Hell lost everything. Especially you, so finally you came to your senses. You even admitted it yourself that it was because of me, the man you hate most of all, it was because of me you finally realized your wrongs. Well you only realized one of your wrongs that was the then version of you known as Demon Chylde. It was because of me that the Man, The Myth, The Legend was born. What kind of legend? A legend in your own mind? A legend of being the biggest child to ever grace this federation? I almost wish I wouldn't have opened your eyes, at least when Demon Chylde was around we could all sit around and laugh at your patheticness. So now you are wondering, why am I bringing up the past? Why have such a focus on a match that happened so many months ago. It's simple.
*The Badd Boy gets up and sets the camera to auto-focus as he walks over to the dimly lit TAW ring where the Badd Boy had his first match. He steps through the ropes of the ring and sits right in the middle of the ring, right in the center of the TAW logo.*
The Badd Boy: This is why Jarred, because You think that noone can play your games? Well partner, you have just met your match. I can play your games just as easily as you can. Your tactic on me has always been the past. Well do you see this ring? We have already talked about your past and what was once known as Dark Circle Wrestling. DCW, you've referred to it a few times, and as a matter of fact I've been by the place to check it out. That was about as sad as it gets. You could have down better in Public Access Wrestling or PAW for short. DCW fell completely and vanished. The best thing that came out of it was this federations staff member, he at least seems like a sensible man, but other than that, it is gone. So back to this ring. Do you see it? Do you see the logo in the center? TAW, Total Attitude Wrestling. My past, you know the one that you thought was ruined? Well if the camera can see the far wall there the old TAW championships, and the EMF Attitude Championships. They look very similar don't they? Well that's because they are. TAW didn't die, it is what you see all over the EMF. All it did was combine with the EMF. It took over a section of the Extreme Measures Federation. So in fact it is not dead yet thriving, and every single thing I got out of it is still going. TAW is where I started in the big leauges. It is where as a superstar the Badd Boy started making his mark. I kicked it off, and formed the Best Wrestlers Organization. I became TAW's best ever Hardcore Champion, and I helped lead CaRnAgE and Degenerate to the Tag Team Championships. It was great, not only did I learn how to handle the big time, but I learned how to become a true superstar, and even more important how to be a champion. If you look past that, it is where I learned how to become a leader, and how to respect what deserves to be respected. Such a federation of that magnitude that brought out the best in every one of the competitors. Now seeing as most of them with the heart in them to stand by TAW decided that if the name wasn't the same they wanted nothing to do with it. Many packed their bags and went home. That's what left me to stand strong. That is where part of the passion hit me and I got that drive and urge to be the absolute best out there. I knew someone had to stand for this great federation, and show to the rest of the world how great it is to have the Attutide needed to have Total Attitude! I know exactly what that is like, I have been using it as the un-seen force standing behind me the whole way. Match after match the drive to never stop, and to never give up. The burning desire to be a champion, and the best I can be out there. As a matter of fact it's what pushes me to be better than my best. To keep reaching and striving, to do better than everyone. So look at my history and my past. From TAW championships, to Attitude Championships, to EMF Championships. I really can't explain the force that is inside me, but I can't hide it, it has reared it's head many times. I know you have seen it, they all have seen it, and I think it is far from over. I have taken it upon myself to keep the Attitude alive, to keep flowing what is considered TAW, to keep EMF Attitude an un-stoppable force, something that can't even be touched by the likes of you Jarred. That is my past, a rich history, a lot of gold, a lot of butts getting kicked in the path. Total Attitude Wrestling didn't die, it is still here alive and well. It is all over the EMF and driving strong. So compare the two histories Jarred. Which one flopped? Which one crumbled? Which one died out? Well Mr. Carthallion, take a look around. Look at yourself, and look at me. My history is still backing me. Your's is gone. So stop trying to push off onto me your failures. The past can not help you any longer, but it has done and still does a great deal for me. So please just stick to your little ideas in your head, about me being the one in for trouble. About me being the big loser. If you want the man you speak of it isn't me, it's the person you see when you stare at the reflection in the mirror. A scary sight I'm sure, but it's true. I'm not done now, I'm only taking a brief break.
*The Badd Boy gets up and climbs through the ropes of the ring. He hops down to the basement floor and walks back over to the station holding the camera. He clicks the button to turn it off then makes his way back upstairs and to the living room where his lovely wife is still there with young Kathrin. Kathrin gets up and walks over to The Badd Boy.*
Kathrin: Uncle Badd Boy...
Ashlee: Uncle Badd Boy? Why are you calling him that?
Kathrin: He said I could.
Ashlee: Well I say call him Uncle Tony.
Kathrin: Ok, Uncle Tony, can I go out back and play for a little while?
The Badd Boy: Yes little miss priss, you can go out back. Just remember you break it you bought it *winks*.
Kathrin: Ok, I will be sure to break everything back there.
The Badd Boy: With who's money?
Kathrin: *Pointing at Ashlee* hers.
Ashlee: *smiling as she holds up his Credit Card* Do you accept plastic?
The Badd Boy: *laughing* how can I not accept my own card? What in the world have you been doing with that, and how much did it cost me?
Ashlee: Oh a little of this, and a little of that, and for the second part of the question...a whole lot, but nothing you couldn't handle.
The Badd Boy: Riiiight, I really need to look into getting a limit put on that.
Ashlee: There's no need as long as you pay it off.
The Badd Boy: With your spending?
Ashlee: Who me?
*The two laugh as little Kathrin runs out to the backyard and un-expectadly the door flies open and in walks a seven foot, four hundred pound, walking wall of muscle known as CaRnAgE.*
CaRnAgE: D@mn it, I'm going to hurt something.
The Badd Boy: Then you've came to the wrong place, because here either one of us will whip your @$$.
CaRnAgE: Where's your little brother, he makes a good substitution for a punching bag.
The Badd Boy: Dang man, chill out, have a seat, do something. What's up?
CaRnAgE: Did you see the rankings that were posted to show about where everyone is at? I got placed below Primetime, and Wasabi. Two people who I have whipped.
The Badd Boy: There was probably some seniority or something in there, chill out. Primetime has been around forever, and considering the time it's been since you've stepped out of your joke mold and into this actual CaRnAgE mode and the amount of time Sushi boy has been around, I'm sure that's all it is.
Ashlee: Which brings me to a question, and one of these days you will answer it. What is your real name?
CaRnAgE: As I have told you my name is CaRnAgE! That's all there is too it. Just plain ol' CaRnAgE.
Ashlee: Suuure, we'll get to the bottom of this some day.
The Badd Boy: So is that really why you are here?
CaRnAgE: No, they kicked me out of the gym again. Said I'm too destructive with the equipment. I told them they need to buy real stuff and stop using the crap they use.
The Badd Boy: But they use high quality items, almost as good as my personal set.
CaRnAgE: Tell that to the pieces laying around the floor. I think they break easily.
The Badd Boy: *holds head* Yeah before you even ask, you can go downstairs and use my stuff for a while. Ashlee I guess we are heading back downstairs.
Ashlee: Maybe I should either put our living room down there or build the training area up here. We will find time to spend together.
The Badd Boy: Who said you couldn't come with us?
Ashlee: Good point, I'll get Kathrin.
*Ashlee goes down the hallway to the back door and calls for Kathrin to come inside as The Badd Boy and CaRnAgE make it back to the downstairs area. Once Kathrin comes inside her and Ashlee go downstairs. Kathrin, excited about the large ring asks Ashlee to play with her in the ring. Ashlee gladly obliges and the two step through the ropes and Ashlee lets Kathrin bounce off of the ropes a few times and even take a few "bumps". CaRnAgE goes straight for the punching bag, and the Badd Boy with a huge smile on his face turns that camera back on.*
The Badd Boy: Shhh, Jarred, don't say anything, they don't know you are watching. Now I want to make sure you see everything I see. Look at my buddy CaRnAgE over there going to town. Look at my lovely wife in the ring. You remember, you had one once. Then look at my niece Kathrin. Was it not you who said that if I even breathe the same air she does that you would kill me in some fashion? Well mr. Carthallion, why am I not dead. Are you enjoying this? Your daughter, is in my house, playing in my TAW ring, with my wife Ashlee. What are you doing? Playing with Angelus and feeling the pain? Does this bother you in anyway? I hope it does. I want you to be all riled up, be upset with me! HATE ME! Hate me with all of the passion I hate you with! More of a history lesson for you, what you had is gone. You wife, or um, I'm sorry, your Ex-wife Katrina now lies alongside my brother Wes. Your daughter now, in a sense Wes' daughter, and my niece. Don't you love that? I spend more quality time with your child than you do. Isn't it sad? Well there are many things about you Jarred that are sad. I just wanted to point out these things that I knew would just bug you, that would bother you. Some would wonder why would I make an already pschotic man, even worst off? Because it is simple, every man, yes even you, has a breaking point. A point in their lives where they just can't take anymore and their whole life goes downhill even further. You've lost it all, and now that you have a good glimpse of this scenery I hope you take a good look around and see all that you have lost. From your wife, to your little friend warrior, to your own daughter. Every bit about you is changing and rapidly. Now, I think I have finally figured out what it may take to break you, it would take pulling out of your grasp the very last thing you hold dear to your heart, the Extreme Measures Federation's, World Heavy Weight Championship. That gold that you have sitting over your shoulder. Is that it Jarred? Once ever last reminence of your pride has been stripped away, what will you do? So far with everything you have lost you have compensated with some type of excuse, or tried to make it seem as if you are just fine and dandy, never been better. I even believe I've heard you go off quoting country songs. People are beginning to think you are a madman. I don't think you are a mad man, why? Because there is a difference between you and a madman, you don't pretend to be mad. Given you may be, deep down in your heart, or in the very pits of your stomach, you may be mad as hell, but you try not to show it. You try to hold strong and show yourself as a "better man, better off". Isn't that right? I will disagree, because everyone else is better off without you around, and you sure as hell aren't the better man. Time and Time again that will be proven, until the sense is beat into you. I don't care if it has to happen a thousand times you will learn that you aren't as great as you think you are. I guess it is ok though Jarred, I mean look at that gold you have. Stare at it long and hard, then asking yourself this question, was it worth it? Was it worth the heart ache and everything you lost? Was it really worth it? I want you to ponder that, keep your mind on that subject matter. Let it continue to eat away at your soul, creating a huge gaping void like hole. I know what the pain for me has felt like in the past, but this is the present I don't have to deal with it. You on the other hand do. So one last time, just to reinterate the facts, look only feet in that direction at the happy, pretty, smiling, laughing, little girl that is playin in that ring. Look at how much fun she is having, and how much joy she is partaking in, in MY house! The house of The Badd Boy, Tony Ikeda. Listen to the name echo through your mind as it angers you more and more. Keep it in mind, we are breathing the same air. So what are you going to do?
*The Badd Boy clicks the button off as his sly smirk returns. Meanwhile upstairs the door slings open once again as Wes Ikeda comes rushing through the door in search for his brother. He calls around the house and finally realizes that they are downstairs. He rushes down the steps and as he makes it to the bottom one CaRnAgE turns around and they lock eyes. Wes hurridly jumps back onto the steps and awaits there.*
Wes: Hey not to rush or anything, but uh....er....um....I left the oven on.
The Badd Boy: I don't buy it.
Wes: Ok, Katrina is in the car, and I have it running.
The Badd Boy: Getting better.
Wes: Kathrin, come on little one.
Kathrin: DADDY........um.......I mean WES! *smiles as she comes running out of the ring and straight to Wes.*
The Badd Boy: Whoo, I wouldn't confuse those two, huge difference.
Ashlee: Yeah, Wes actually cares.
The Badd Boy: Ouch!
Wes: Hey Hey, not in front of the young one.
*Kathrin innocently gets up into Wes' arms.*
Wes: Yeah, we are out of here. Thanks Tony, Ashlee.
Kathrin: Yeah, I always have fun when I stay at Uncle Tony's house.
Wes: Bye.
The Badd Boy: Later man.
Ashlee: Goodbye Wes.
CaRnAgE: You are lucky you have a kid with you.
*Wes laughs as he makes his way up the stairs as CaRnAgE just gives him a cold stare until he disappears.*
CaRnAgE: Well, I guess I will head home.
The Badd Boy: Yeah, I guess it will be bed time here soon.
CaRnAgE: Yeah, I will see you later.
*The Badd Boy, Ashlee, and CaRnAgE make their way up the stairs and back to the front door. They let CaRnAgE out then shut and lock the door to keep out anymore un-wanted guests.*
The Badd Boy: I can't believe this match I have to get ready for.
Ashlee: That's a few days away still. *Ashlee grabs his hand then gives him her little grin.* How about a little exhibition match to warm up, before our flight tomorrow?
The Badd Boy: *Raising his eyebrow and looking her in the eyes.* D@mn!
*He follows her down the hallway and they make it towards the bedroom then closing and locking the door.*
THURSDAY, APRIL 25, 2002
*The flight was OK, and Ashlee already getting the locker room set-up. The Badd Boy taking a walk in the lower levels of the arena parking lot in his black pants and shirt, with his hair combed. He stops and grabs a hold of a metal piece on the wall. The camera man there of course just waiting.*
The Badd Boy: Jarred, I have been looking around hoping you would come early. I've been in the training room getting ready, waiting to see if you might stop in. So far, no such luck. I have even tried following President Mike a bit to hear the sounds of your whining. It has gone so deep now that not even your special whining can save you. It's all over for you now. No escape no nothing Jarred. I'm sure you are waiting to tell me about the other members of the BWO and what you have done to them. So you got a hold of CaRnAgE pulled his act together. The very last time you were in the same ring together the match had to be thrown out. Wes, you pride yourself on beating him once upon a time, in his first match I do believe. Well la-dee-da. He's also whipped your @$$, but oh I'm sure you can't wait to blame Franchize. Once again passing it off to someone other than yourself. Get real would you? How about my adoring wife? You beat her in a match. It's tough for a female to take one of her first few shots in the men's division against Jarred Carthallion. That's when you went on and on about conspiracy theory about the championship. Well listen up and listen good so I don't have to tell you a second time. She had no idea that would be coming to her. I gave her the belt because noone would take her seriously. None of you out there wanted a piece, in many ways I think you were scared, but when she got a hold of the championship suddenly the tables turn and everyone wants to get in on it. As far as the kidnapping bit, I assure you, and I would know, I whipped the @$$ of the man who did that, that it was real. What he did was real, and it is something I have to live with, It still lingers in the back of my mind. That man is the very same man whom I have seen defeat you in your acclaimed Death Cell. So what does that say about you Jarred? I straight out whipped his @$$, and you did.....nothing, you got your butt kicked. I think you got him the second time around, in his return match when he wasn't even fully healed from the injuries he substained at my hands. That's neither here, nor there. What is here, is getting prepared for the me, versus you. Collosaul match up. The one most everyone has been awaiting. Even the two of us I'm sure. I am the one Ikeda that you have yet to beat. I hold a victory over your head. Given it may not be a one on one victory, but it is one none the less, and I will gladly add that one extra victory over you. Shatter your ego, just like you dreams. Even if you lost your belt you would have your ego, because you obviously think hight about yourself. Everyone has heard over, and over again about how great you think you are. Kind of like when you thought you were named number one wrestler last week? Says who? The magazine you run out of your basement doesn't count. Un-fortunately I never saw your ugly mug on a magazine last year, I would have noticed. That's ok I could have missed it, it's not like I care much at all. This year, is a Badd year, it's the year when I get named number one. You are the one I have to go through. That's fine though, I wasn't expecting it. Well, I was, but not this soon. I had a whole other plan with this federation, but I was thrown a curve ball. One that I like. Oh I knew it would be the two of us one on one some day, and here it is. Here is everything I hoped for. Trying to get ready for one of the largest endeavors of my life. I have longed for the day that this would come, because I will never forget that key factor. The Ikeda that you have never defeated, and the one you won't defeat today, tomorrow, Sunday, nor any other day. After all of the trash you have talked about how I talk to much. Well maybe I do, but if you say that then I think of Wes' theme. With modified words of course, "It ain't talkin' if you can back it up!" Oh I will back it up.
Jarred there is one thing that I for surely do not want to look past though. One factor I am not sure if I have really made clear. That is the fact that you as an opponent are one of the most worthy adversaries any man could ever take on. If it were not for guys like you, what would be there to push guys like me along. What would cause someone like me be all out determined to be the best? There wouldn't be any. So you are in a sense needed so that I keep strong, and sharp. It is something that will not be forgotten, and it can't just be pushed off, that you are truly a great competitor I will give you that much credit. That is about all of the credit I will give you, but you have it. When two worthy opponents are in the ring together that's how true legends are made. When I talked to some of the guys out back though, it seemed as if there was a feeling that you were avoiding me when I made small challenges here or there, but I don't feel you were avoiding me, as a matter of fact if I were in your shoes I may have done the same thing. What you did is you made me wait until you climbed the ladder to a certain point. You probably figured that I might be a speed bump in your plans, well I would have been. Now that you finally reached the point that you wanted to get to, now you have me to challenge you. Now it is set to where if you beat me then everything was worth it, and you prove yourself to be the better man, on this occassion. However if I can beat you now, what does it really mean to you? You have already climbed the ladder and just about accomplished everything else. It seems to take a lot of the pressure off of you. So don't think I didn't understand, now that I look at it, I must say kudos on using your brain a little bit. Now what you have built is the epitomy of wrestling, the largest battle ever to take place in the EMF for a long time. I would be willing to venture and say it is larger than you and primetime or blindside. The Badd Boy, and Jarred Carthallion, that's what it is all about. However what if you are looking for revenge? After all as I have stated very clearly, I have been the man who has seen to it that you've had just about everything taken away from you. It has been my goal to strip everything from you and thus far I have been successful. So what would you want more than to extract your revenge on me? I would want to do it to you if you were able to pull something off of such magnitude on me. However how will you feel when in one of the largest and most famous arena's around the world, with millions upon millions watching, practically the whole world at our feet, and you taste the bitterness of defeat? What is that going to do to you, and that ego of yours? Something so crushing? The big end to the long lasting feud. That just seems devastating. I am also sure that there have been rumors that maybe I'm just a lot of talk and in actuality I am scared, or full of fear. Why should I be fearful this si what I've been looking forward to for so long. With Ashlee there to witness the single greatest feet I have accomplished in my career. My younger brother Wes being able to see how it is really done. CaRnAgE, my best friend since we were children, he's been with me since the start and he'll be there when I accomplish this. Then there's always your ex-wife Katrina and your daughter Kathrin, they will be there not only to witness my victory but to witness your defeat. How could I forget, X-Cold, the man who must have had some sixth sense that this was coming. His training couldn't have came at a better time. I will owe part of this to him. So there is no fear from me, but there is the feeling that this is the time I will use to show to everyone my true abilities. My question for you is this, President Mike most likely came to you and the two of you talked about the possibilities of this match up. To see who you thought would be the best competition out there. So here's the question, why did you pick me? You probably could have said An Arkie and gotten your match. Out of all of the people out there you muttered the name of The Badd Boy. Why me? Why are you wanting to risk it all so soon? I never asked for it, I didn't intend on going for the world for some time. It's a curveball for me most definately. I didn't expect the push so soon, but I guess you are hoping to play off of that. Well let me wish you good luck, because I don't mind a few curveballs every now and then. I'm sure you believe that you bring prestige and respect to that belt, but I don't feel as if you even know what you are talking about when you mutter those words. There is no man that can bring prestige to a championship, and respect it the way it deserves to be respected. You tend to just throw it over your should to make yourself look good, but that's nothing. You have always believed your self to be the best therefore you have taken those championships you have held for granted. You almost seemed to expect them to always be there. That's not respect, that's not showing prestige, that's showing that you just aren't as great as you think you are. The way you think, and the actions you do are two complete opposites that contradict themselves. So though you thought you were the greatest, you really weren't, and you only tried to compensate for those tendencies by draping yourself with gold. Jarred, drape yourself all you want, smell your own fear, get ready for the person you most likely picked to fight, show the world how worthy you are, come get your revenge, and try to show yourself that you are the best. I will show you whatever it is that I have to show you to prove to you that you aren't. In three short words "Just Bring It" bring everything, i want it all. That's usually what I tell all of my opponents and the meaning of it never changes. I really do want everyone especially you to bring absolutely everything to the plate. Then I can take your everything and return it with my everything and teach you a lesson in who to mess with and who not to mess with.
What is really bad is how you've had to copy me. Not too long ago I was offered an invitation from the great X-Cold. One of the, if not the absolute greatest superstar to ever step foot into the EMF Squared circle. He invited me to visit, and offered me his own advice, and knowledge of the ring. He helped me perfect everything that I do. Of course you couldn't stand for another man to be better than you, so what do you do? You try and copy me. You run off and find yourself someone to train you. Probably just some nobody that means nothing, but to you means everything, because now you can go toe to toe, you got your own training. Well with all of the help you've talked about that you had to get from this guy, then you are in badd shape. You shouldn't need all of that, but then again maybe you do need it. Who am I to judge? I focused what I didn't know and what I needed to know. I have a pleaseant surprise for you. I am going to incoorporate all of the things I learned, and all of the things I know, but I am going to really express one of the things I learned so that I make sure I leave a mark. Something not even Ashlee would see coming, because I refuse to be predictable. You see Jarred I can be my own self, I don't need to take the ideas of other people and stell them. It is sad how you work, but it's what you do. Just that oversized ego of yours going off again. You really ought to seek help for that, because everyone else is tired of it. I can't wait to hear what you have to say, or what you are going to tell me that you are going to do. I simply can not wait to find out how much of what I have already done or said you are going to try and modify so that it sounds like an official Jarred Carthallion original. Was it not you who jumped as fast as he could to attack someone for them trying to copy you in some form, fashion, or another? I believe it was. So if you can't be original what are you going to do Jarred? When you actually have to think for yourself for something other than telling yourself how great you are, or what you can whine about next to try and get your way. Do you really have any idea of what you are getting into? Is there any way for you to fathom even the concept? I have troubles believing so. You have yet to show me that you could do it, so why in the world would you want to start now? That's right Jarred, light up another Black and Mild, you are going to need a few more of them. Those are about the only original ideas you have come up with, not your brightest, but your own I guess. Light another one up, and smoke your life away. Turn your lungs into Tar, I sure as hell won't stop you. Why would I? If you want to be forced to end your career early, I will gladly just sit back, watch and laugh at your patheticness. As I have said before it is really said, but to each his own, right Jarred? To each his own what? Wife, daughter, original ideas? Oh that's right things you don't have. I keep forgetting about that. It must be slipping my mind time and time again. Oh how I relish in those facts. The facts that you are nothing. That you are a pathetic shell of what you wish you were. If you were the man you picture in your head and tell the world about then yes you would be the best, the top, the greatest out there, but instead you are everything you want to be in your mind. Outside of there, when you step into the real world, you lose all of that. Can you understand that? Can you get a grasp of that? You don't seem to be able to, even after I beat you, you will just do what you have always, and probably always will do. You will whine about it, and you will cry about it, but when it comes crunch time there will not be a d@mned thing you can do about it, and I know you can't stand that. We will just have to see what happens when you are forced to be original, because I won't tell you what I am going to do, you will simply just have to find out for yourself. No Jarred, I'm still not done yet. I will see you later.
*The Badd Boy walks off past the camera man and heads towards the inside of the building where he intends on getting to his locker room where his wife Ashlee is.*
FRIDAY, APRIL 26, 2002
*The Badd Boy after shaving and doing what he needs to do for the day decides to take a walk around the local area. A cool day with a light breeze flowing through the wind. The sun shining down illuminating the area with plenty of light, and causing everything around to come full of vibrant life. The camera finds The Badd Boy deciding to take a short break as he kneels down and leans up against the side of the building.*
The Badd Boy: Hey Jarred, here it is, are you read for it? One of the greatest matches ever booked in EMF history looms over us all. The Good guy challenges the Bad guy. Or you could say the Badd guy challenges the Bad guy. Notice the differences there in badd. You see no matter what home town we are in I will always be favored by the fans. Don't you think that, that my pump me up a little bit? Something to get me going, and my juices flowing? How about the adrenalive rush through each and every vein. Up until this point you have always given off this impression that you honostly believe you are better than everyone else and that you can not be defeated. What happens when you are defeated Jarred. That's what I am going to do to you. Jarred you will get another loss added to your record. Next to that loss will read the name "The Badd Boy" Tony Ikeda. How I will enjoy that, will you enjoy it as much as I will? I doubt it, but it's possible. You are friends with a guy who gets off on pretending like he kills people. The biggest question is what am I going to do Jarred? It's time I started being un-predictable, will I go toe to toe and brawl it out with you? Will I take it to the mat to some old school, old fashioned technical wrestling? How about taking it outside where everything is legal for at least twenty seconds of hardcore fighting? Best of all will I take to the air? You don't know and I plan on keeping it that way. If you knew then that would kill all of the fun. Keeping you in anticipation is what I will enjoy the most. I want you to have to sit back and sweat it out. Try and guess what it is you will have to deal with, because I won't ever even give a hint. Jarred it's like I said before you will have to decide for yourself what type of magic rabbit you will have to pull out of the hat to get ready for this. I'm beginning to believe you aren't quite ready, because you don't know what to expect out of me. I like that, you think you know, but you have no idea.....no.....idea! Listen up, and listen good, your skills will be put to the test like they never have been before. No man before me will have ever taken you to the length that I will take you. Then again no man before you has ever taken me to the length that I will go, well there was Franchize. You two rank pretty equal for the most dispicable men to ever step foot into this federation. The length I will go to win can not be measured. There is a side of me that you can not see right now. You can not see it until I come out to the ring. Only my opponents have seen it when there almost seems like an awakening within. When there is no longer a Tony Ikeda, when there is nothing but pure un-adulterated Badd Boy! I rather enjoy when that side comes out. Ashlee hates it, because she swears I'm going to kill myself, but I know what I can and can't do. There isn't much I can't do however. You will see that, you will learn your lesson won't you Jarred? We will have a good ol' time I'm sure. I really can't wait, all the excitement is building up. It can hardly be contained, but it will have to be at least until Sunday. I'm sure you are tired of hearing me speak, but to be truthfull I really don't care what you think, feel, or want. All I care about is the future that is only days away. The future where you get defeated by me, your number one enemy. How great is that? How much more pride do you put into a victory when you know that you are the one man that the person can't stand the most. When you are the one person that, that man has wanted to put an end to for so long, but for some reason just can't seem to be able to do it. One thing is guaranteed, neither of us will be walking away un-scaved, and the fans will get what they have been dying for. One of the most exciting, daring, and most spectacular matches to ever take place. I'm sure it will be in the history books, but my name will reign supreme with the victory.
Thus far everything I predicted about you has been true. You're not so un-predictable as you believe. I have guessed everything almost to a tee. A few thoughts raced through my mind though when I found what you had to say. What in the blue hell are you babbling about? Mage? Magic? Boy this is not some card trick or something you put on food. This is wrestling this is life for us as superstars. How about me losing my first five matches. Once again, I have no idea what tv you were watching, but my record stands true, I didn't lose any five straight, I have only lost what it says I have lost. May not be much, but that's what it is. So take a huge cotton swab and clean the crap out of your ears and whipe the crap from your eyes and pay attention. Don't go around saying things that you know are false. It's not good. So page, Demon Chylde HAHAHAHAHA Demon Chylde. That's classic. Oh you should show his ugly mug around here more often, that gets a good laugh out of everyone. Goth dork. Quit grinning you're putting the sun to shame with those bright yellow teeth. I think you have lost it. Grandson of Lucifer? Lucifer is a jack@$$! I see qualities between the two of you that are very resemblant. You are both about the biggest dorks that have ever seen. Oh reave my soul please, take it. As if you have one of your own. Spineless, souless, piece of trash. You will always be a nothing. Mr. Psycho over the edge Demon Chylde, "By God I can do all things" especially beat the crap out of you. I'm sure you will take my life, kill me, blah like anyone cares. How many threats have you made, and even in your victories, how many have you actually carried out with? None? That's what I thought, so shut-up! Stick to dominia or whatever. Your farmland in other words. Don't bother those of us whom remain sane. You need to pull yourself together and finally get a grip on who you really are. Screw what the trainer said, listen to what I have to say. If you can't figure out which of your four personalities you want to be, you are going to pull yourself in four different directions and you will tear yourself apart only making it easier for me. Get all of your soul searching taken care of. Dig deep down and find what you are, make that decision, and make it quick, because your time is drawing near. My time to remain supreme is just dawning. So I hope you have figured out what it is that you are going to do, because the rest of us can predict you, it's yourself that you can't seem to predict and get straight. Gather everything you need to gather, find what it is you need. search for everything. I hope you have your act together, because in the ring this is no act, this is our way of living and surviving. This is what we all live for. Rest assured it is what I have been living for it for quite some time. It is what is in my blood. Jarred Carthallion, pull out all of the stops and gather every last scrap. I have a lot of people standing behind me that I can not disappoint. Now is not a time to disappoint them all. I simply stand for too much. I am taking a stand for every person I have named before, I am taking a stand for each individual fan that backs me all of the way, I stand for the prestige of the most well noted World Championship in the business, I stand for the respect that should be given to such a spot, and I stand for the Extreme Measures Federation Attitude Branch where Total Attitude is all that will be accepted. I stand for TAW which you believe to be defunct by now. Everything is there, every aspect I need to drive me. All that is left is to see to your demise. To see the once great and ALMOST legendary Jarred Carthallion fall back to reality where he is just a mere mortal like the rest of us no matter what his alter ego's think. It is time for The Baddest Man around to stake his place and claim what is rightfully his. It is finally time for Tony "The Badd Boy" Ikeda to reign supreme. Let that echo a few times through your mind over and over, repeatedly. So that you never forget the name of the one man you have yet to defeat. The Badd Boy!
Hell On Earth, could it be any more apporpriately named? That's exactly what is going to hit, Hell. It will be right here on earth for everyone to live in as the two single greatest most phenomanal superstars cross paths. The once believed un-defeatable gets defeated. I will be extractriing revenge for my friends, and my family. I will get you back for everything that you have done to us. It's like Wes said, no matter where you turn there will always be some form of an Ikeda there to really be a pain in your @$$. It's just a fact that I am the largest pain of them all, because I am the chosen leader of them all. This feud has been months in the making. Now it's time to have the showdown so that we can see just who is the better man. Do you think that you are the better man Jarred? I'm sure you do, you always have. Will the world flip upside down when I prove to be the better man? It might, but I doubt that. It will be interesting to see how things come about, because I have been awaiting this moment for a long time. For months watching you make your way up the ladder and finally you reach the top, but right at your heels the whole way I was there. Just nipping at you, but you didn't take too much of a notice and now there is no choice. You can't try and be like Angelus and cry your way out of a title match. I am sick and tired of seeing you walk around so cockily with your belt acting like you are the hottest thing since sliced bread. Boy you aren't anything, but a drain on television time and a snore. Noone can stand you, I'm sure though when the crowd, and all of the fans sit there and boo you somehow it all gets turned into cheers within your mind. That's where most everything about you takes place. Within your own head, you are not as complicated as you think though. You are simple minded, and so very predictable. I already know I "wil get hit with the Soul Reaver" or will I come to a "Legendary End" or will neither of them happen, because I won't lose. I can't allow myself to lose. This is just one of those situations where losing is not going to be an option for me, it may be one for you, because I'm not going to give you a choice. You will have to choose defeat as long as you keep all of your buddies in the back where they belong. No spleen needing pyscho cerial frosted flake killing buddy of yours, nor anyone else you could think of in your sick and twisted little mind better show themselves, because my back-up will not hesitate and standing close to cut them off from behing able to help. I already know my closest of kin won't get involved, because they know their place when it comes to this pay-per-view. They know that this has to go down the way it is going down and soon the real new era of the EMF will take over. The Badd era of the EMF. The era I'm sure you don't want to see, but if you have no choice what does it matter Jarred? Here soon I will be heading back to fit in every bit of training I can all of the way until the last second. Being more prepared than ever before, because as long as I can defeat you then I shall not have a problem as of right now. You are the strongest competition around, the next in comparision would be my friends and family, or Wasabi whom has fallen himself. Jarred Carthallion, in the past I have defeated you, and thus far you have lost it all except your gold and your ego. Presently you hold on to that, but the two of us are both getting prepared for what is to come next. The future when I take what is left of you until you are nothing more than a mere nothing. What you fear the most being reduced to nothing. The Past, The Present, The Future, it all collides and comes together. The new era will take over. An era of pure and Total Attitude. A Badd era that has been and will be feared by many. The era of TAW, EMF Attitude, The BWO, most importantly the era of the Badd One himself with his beautiful wife by his side. Jarred I hope you are ready, because it's time to be badd!
*The Badd Boy gets up and walks off down the block. The camera fixated on him watches as he turns into a dark shadown and further down into the horizon as he heads back to train and be with is wife he slowly discipates until nothing is left to be seen in the distance, and he gets ready to go on and win the Extreme Measures Federation World Heavy Weight Championship.*
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