Role Play Background: Tony Ikeda better known as The Badd Boy, the EMF's World Champion is preparing for yet another battle and a new face. A man he has yet to face and a man he has yet to defeat. President Mike has handed Hardcore Timmay a world title shot for reasons un-known so the newest and first true face man gets a hold of the gold in hopes to do something with it that the fans have been deprived of, and that's a champion they like and can look up to. With this being the first defense of The Badd Boy he tries to break the spell of the past champions and what they have done. Primetime after regaining his gold almost immediately lost it to blindside, and when blindside got it he immediately lost it to Jarred Carthallion, who for the second time in his career (the first time to Primetime) lost the championship on his first defense. It seems to be a curse taking over the world champions, and one man must stand strong to break it. That one man shall be The Badd Boy. The Badd Boy will break this wretched curse and keep his stronghold of being the Extreme Measures Federation's World Heavy Weight Champion.
*The camera finds The Badd Boy Tony Ikeda walking along the beach as the sun gets ready to set. He walks along the as the water hits upon the sand only feet away from the Badd One. As the water meets the sand the white foam on the tips of the small waves spreads itself upon the ground. Footprints leave themselves imprinted into the sand leaving a trail showing where The Badd Boy has walked. He is wearing some jean shorts and a sleeveless white shirt. He looks around and notices he is being watched. Much like most of the superstars of the Extreme Measures Federation your privacy is almost given up completely. Mr. Ikeda ponders about his upcoming match with Hardcore Timmay is The Man, The Myth, The Ego gets his title shot.*
The Badd Boy: Hardcore Timmay, the pot smoking fool of the Extreme Measures Federation. What about you makes you think you deserve to be a champion? What can you do for the fans? What type of role model will you present yourself to be? I never see you around here fighting anymore, if nothing else I would imagine that you have been a mid-carder for the EMF house shows. The few times you show yourself in anything important you are busy smoking your worries away in a sad attempt to make yourself happy. I find you to be rather pathetic. There are children and future superstars that keep tuned to see what happens from week to week and if you were champion they would see you constantly toking it up time after time. that's not what they should have to endure. I actually think maybe Prez Mike should put forth a drug test for its superstars to keep people like you out. Not only that but you are so full of yourself. I thought my little bro was a bit cocky, but boy next to Jarred Carthallion I would say you take the cake! Are you sure that you are going to be able to whipe the floor with me? Are you sure that you will just walk into the event and take my title? This is my World Heavy Weight Championship, something I don't intend on giving up. I won't be like the predecessor of the title and lose it on my first defense each time. I can't let you dis-respect this title like others have in the past. Very few people have came in here to be true champions, you aren't a true champion. As a matter of fact you are only getting this title shot because the president thinks you deserve it just because of how long you have been around here. That's no reason for you to become a champion. Just because its thought that you deserve a shot, but hey come get your shot. If you think you deserve to be a champion then come prove to me that you deserve to be a champion. Come prove me wrong that's what I want out of your Timmay. Hey if you can prove all that I have said false then maybe I should give you a bit more credit, but until that day, until the time that you show me what you are as great as you think you are then you are nothing. You are not a good role model for the future generations of EMF fans. To see you wearing this gold around your waist would be a terrible time for the EMF. The whole federation would be in some pretty sad shape if whipping boy Hardcore Timmay becomes the World Champion. That's all you have been is just the literal whipping boy for the current roster of superstars. Have you really had any good viable wins recently? The wWo could and I do believe have whipped you pretty hard. If you can't get by them, then who can you get by? Do you really think that you can beat me if you can't even do that? I think your career highlight is the day you beat Jarred, other than that have you even really held any championships for an extended period of time? You haven't even held anything before this that is significant. Mr. Ego has been so full of himself and smoking he probably hasn't cared about anything else. That just proves you haven't even earned yourself the right to be in the Television title range which is probably about where you need to go back to. Stay down to those spots where you belong, but one thing about you is that you are a man I have yet to face in the ring so I feel sorry for you that our first battle has to be for this championship, because that just ensures that I won't let you win, well as if I would ever LET you win, but it heightens your chances of losing. Join the list of people who have lost to me. I have two goals in this match the first primary goal is to hold onto this championship and in the same respect my second goal is to make sure your hands don't touch it. I can not allow a champion who can't be there for the fans, who can't set an example for the children who watch the events of the Extreme Measures Federation every week, they don't need you as a role model, so stick to your smoking and go to a different division.
So if you don't deserve to be the champion, because you aren't the type of person to be called a champion, then who should be you might ask? Well not to blatently steal a page from your book and get just slightly cocky here, but it's me. I deserve to hold this championship. I have been shedding my blood, my sweat, and my tears for only God knows how long to get to this championship. When my career kicked off in Total Attitude Wrestling and merged over here creating the Attitude Branch of The EMF I have been busting my butt to prove that I can compete with the best. People thought I was just a young punk when I got here, but one by one I have been proving them all wrong. In this business there is one thing you can not do, and that's disappoint the fans. In a federation full of heels me and the group that I lead have been the faces that have stuck out. Never once have I turned my back on the fans or gone against them. I have always been and always will be the man that does what is right for them, and continually entertain them to the best of my abilities each and everytime that I came out there to put on a spectacle of a show for them. The day I won this championship from Jarred releasing it from a string of heel champions the fans have never cheered louder, because finally they have someone with them holding the gold. Since they are what the business is all about in every aspect then I refuse to back down. Everytime that I step out from behind that curtain with "By God" blaring in my ears and overpowering that is the screams of the fans I remember what got me in this business. I remember why I was pulled into it. That and my wife who has been beside me all of the way. I have proven that I am a rightfull champion. Timmay it is guys like you that make me want to be sure I hold onto this championship for even longer. Only by me defeating you will this championship keep the respect it needs to have. For this whole time that I have been fighting I have gone through a few of the championships around here, and only in my debut Pay-Per-View match have I actually lost a title match and it was a night I double carded, in which the very next re-match I beat the kid who did that to me. So Timmay, Mr. Hardcore I can, shall, and will defeat you. I won't let another disgrace hold this championship to strip it of the respect that I have worked so hard to give it. I intened on keeping this belt around my waist for a long while so that once again this championship will be the most respected in the business. No more will fans have to watch people like you be the champion, it's sad to have to see someone like you even in the main event, but like I said I need a challenge. I need someone I have never faced before to see how things go, to add one more notch to my holster. Hardcore Timmay, you are not a man, we only wish you were still a myth, and that ego of yours is going to be depleted. Everything will be drained from it when you suffer yet one more loss to me. Add that to your streak and we'll see how you fit it. The way I see it, this is your one and basically only shot since you didn't earn the shot you had it handed to you. So I suspect once I am able to defeat you then you will be forced to stick to lower level titles if you decide to stick around at all. I would hate to intrude on your valuable smoking or bong loving time which I am sure you cherish so much. To be honost with you I didn't have a problem with you before hand, but since I have decided to take a real look at the man, or boy that I am fighting I realised I don't particuarly like you very much. Like I said earlier you haven't even been fighting recently. Your shot came out of the blue. So that just means that your time is coming that your shot, will just get shot down. Timmay I can't wait to test you in the ring, we'll see just how much of a mistake that President Mike made by making this match. By giving you this shot that you haven't earned all you earned is the right to be the next to lose, I guarantee that.
*The Badd Boy turns around where he stands and stares at the sun which is even closer to setting now. He starts to head backt he direction he came.*
The Badd Boy: Hardcore Timmay, I would say that I have said enough about your past and how you fit as a champion compared to how I fit in as a role model for the fans of the EMF. Now let us get right down to the basics of the match. It is one on one me and you for the world championship. We will go toe to toe and the winner will prove to be the better man. Are you sure you are the better man? Well you better keep building on that confidence level you are going to need it. This may not be the hardcore stylings that we like rather there are rules that must obeyed. So it's a test of who can prove to be better. When you get down the fact of the matter, I can really say that I am the better man. I have done so much more work than you to get here. I actually scratched and clawed my way up the ladder leaving my mark as I went. I have had to go to the furthest of extremes to do so. From triple tier cages, to hell in a cell battles, and the most brutal hardcore matches known to man. As I went from match to match, and opponent to opponent I payed by dues. Taking those bumps, bruises, and shed lots of blood. I have face opponents you have never even seen. I will bring every bit of that to the ring on Saturday. I will go to whatever measure that I must to defeat you. After all isn't that what this fed is all about? Going to Extreme Measures? Can you take me to that place I long for Timmay? That place where only the most devoted superstars can reach? I hope you can, as a matter of fact I will count on it. Put every last ounce of strength, skill, intelligence, and agility that you have. Throw everything on the line like any real challenger for my championship would do, but rest assured one thing I will do just the same. I will back myself with everything that I have in me. When the adrenaline rush hits and the blood starts pumping through my veins, and my heart is d@mn near pounding out of my chest that is the place I like to be. That means everything is being put into the match and even when people lose those types they have no regrets, because they know they gave it everything they could give. So Timmay do not feel bad when you lose, because you know you did all you could and you got beat by the better man. So far many opponents have taken me different directions and I have defeated them in many ways. I have taken on the hardcore, the technical, the high flying, and everything in between. I have proven to be an all rounder. From the way you look you seem like the hardcore flying type. That only means that I already know how to prepare for you. I really hope you think of something else though, I want you to try and take me a direction I have yet to take, because it only improves me and prepares me for my many future battles I have a head of me. You are one of the many that have aiming targets locked on me and my championship. So I have to be prepared and I am. Hardcore Timmay, will you live up to your name? I truly hope so, as noted previously you are one of the few people I haven't faced. For every new face is just another chance for me to put myself in a higher place. For every good champion they must put themselves through constant tests, and Timmay you are the next test to see if my skills are still sharp enough to keep myself at the top of the ladder. While people like you continually nip at my heels. Just know this pay close attention to our match, because this is how I will be as a champion. That's a winner knocking all of you who decide to step up back down the ladder to where they belong. Timmay you will be the example setter for all of my future oppenents. When I whipe the place with your ugly mug that will just be leaving my mark as the reign of Badd times lies ahead, it's only good for me, my group, and the fans. I hope all others pull out their note books and study my every move, because this is it, this is what is in store for the EMF, this is what it will take to be the champion. Something I didn't think I would be so soon, but I am, and here lies the challenge. Timmay, you want my belt? Come and get it I'm not hard to find. It's Just Too Badd I won't let you take it. Have a Badd day.
*The Badd Boy finally returns to his destination. The camera man finally leaves him to some privacy. A blanket is layed out on the sand with the beautiful women's champion sits on the blanket. The Badd One sits down next to her and holds her hand. The sun sets in the horizon changing the colors of the skies. They share a deep and passionate kiss at this moment of time. Then just look at each other and share a private conversation.*
The Badd Boy: Beautiful time of the evening isn't it?
Ashlee: Yes it is.
The Badd Boy: I am rather looking forward for tomorrow.
Ashlee: Yes a triumphant event for the Ikeda's. The world and women's champions stand strong. I can't wait to find out who this Un-Known is.
The Badd Boy: *Laughing* yeah it's believe to be a not very intelligent An Arkie making his return.
Ashlee: Is that what you think?
The Badd Boy: I have a pretty good idea and I think otherwise.
Ashlee: Really? But he carries a sniper gun.
The Badd Boy: The art of a master is to full your opponents.
Ashlee: You talk too much.
The Badd Boy: I hear that a lot.....
Ashlee: That's ok, I wouldn't have you any other way. You know, who was that masked man that's been in our locker room and watched CaRnAgE's back?
The Badd Boy: Oh nobody.
Ashlee: Don't give me that I know better.
The Badd Boy: The world will find out at a future time.
Ashlee: You won't even tell me?
The Badd Boy: Not even you.
Ashlee: You know Jarred has been quiet lately.
The Badd Boy: Yes, a bit too quiet. I'm sure he's still upset about his losing the title.
Ashlee: He claims he's out for anyone until he gets it back.
The Badd Boy: Mainly us, that's why I keep my bases covered. With Wes and Katrina back home, I think CaRnAgE is going to stay within an ear shot of them so that if anything is even attempted towards them he's there and if anything is attempted towards him Wes and Katrina are there. We have each other tomorrow, I want to be out there during your match and you out there during mine. We make sure he can't pull anything. Not only that, but I have more back-up there tomorrow night. I have talked to President Mike and the back-up is cleared no need to worry.
Ashlee: So are you sure about your match with Hardcore Timmay?
The Badd Boy: Yeah I guess I am a bit confident. You know this life is strenuous. With Timmay, and at the PPV it seems that Jarred wants his re-match. I rather welcome it. An iron man match non the less.
Ashlee: I swear Tony you are going to kill yourself.
The Badd Boy: Only if he goes first.
Ashlee: I don't know what to do with you.
The Badd Boy: Just live with it, and leave everything up to me. I have my bases covered.
Ashlee: And this country thought they had their bases covered back on September 11th, of 2001.
The Badd Boy: The government got lazy. I refuse to be a lazy champion. I am determined to leave my mark here now that I have been propelled to this spot almost on top of the world.
Ashlee: So what's next, the top of the world?
The Badd Boy: I was there when we got married.
Ashlee: Yes the lucky man to have me as a bride.
The Badd Boy: You have no idea, I could have lost you to Franchize, or let you go home to marry Vivod.
Ashlee: You know I haven't seen him since that evening so long ago. Please don't bring up bad memories.
The Badd Boy: Who Mike Vivod?
Ashlee: No, Franchize who sat opposite me in that booth.
The Badd Boy: He got what he deserved. Well not fully, he could never get what he fully deserves, but I got what means more to me than this championship and almost as much as God. That's you.
Ashlee: Hopefully we shall live a long happy, and gold filled life together.
The Badd Boy: Yes I hope so also.
Ashlee: Dinner and an evening on the beach, it's getting late, what do you say we go back to the hotel room and get some rest for tomorrow.
The Badd Boy: Couldn't hurt let's go.
*The Badd Boy stands up and grabs the hand of his beloved wife and helps her to her feet. He rolls up the blanket and the two go back to the rented Mustang. He throws the blanket in the trunk. She gets in the passenger seat, and He gets in the drivers seat. The two drive off into the distance going back into the city of L.A. so they can get some rest before tomorrow's more last minute training as they defend their titles in the same night on Shockwave.*
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