Role Play Background:
The Badd Boy has been at home for quite a while, but Wes Ikeda tired of his brother sitting at home and getting payed for it, signed him and his brother up in the tag team title tournament. Now as they face opponents just as scary as a gerbil, The Badd Boy vows that if he loses to people that have nothing better than calling people Gay, he's going back home for more of an extended vacation...
*Oddly enough the lights dim and the tron lights up. The Badd Boy is sitting on a bench with a towel over his head. He looks sweaty and has a water bottle. A beat starts to play as he stands up, takes a drink of the water and throws it. He then wipes off his face and throws the towel aside and starts talking.*
The Badd Boy: Yeah people been like yo Badd Boy..where ya been? Where ya been the last couple of months? I'm like hey man I haven't gone no where i've just been marinatin, sarinating, and perkulatin at the house. So their like hey yo man u know..where's the EMF going? And I'm like I don't know but I'm here to take the game back. The game is officially mine..its officially mine hold up, and get ready, because I'm going to be bursting back onto the scene.
*While Just 2 Badd is playing some pyrotechnics fire out of the entrance as The Badd Boy steps back through the curtain. The fans pretty much forgetting his failed heel gimmick yell in delight to see him. In a pair of black pants and a white tank top The Badd Boy walks down the ring grinning from ear to ear.*
JR: It's been a long time King since we've seen The Badd ZzZzZzZz
King: Don't start that Jim, he's not that Badd....ZzZzZzZzZz
*The Badd Boy rolls into the ring and jumps up on the turnbuckle throwing his arms out to the side soaking up the response from the crowd. He hops down and is handed a microphone. Before doing anything he bounces himself off the ropes a bit, testing them out knowing that he's been out for a while. The Badd Boy just nods his head and stands in the center of the ring as his music fades.*
The Badd Boy: Oh wow, it's been a long time since I've been in the ring. Needed some time off to be with my kids, and my family. Spend some quality time with my wife. A man has to work, but he has to have his home life too, and so I took some extra time to be with them. Now I'm coming back, and the Ikeda brothers, the real brothers of destruction are coming at things in full force. Unlike a bunch of these other teams around here, I know our tag team is going to be just fine, because face it, we know we have an in ring chemistry. We are the two best singles competitors ever to be in the ring, and when we have to waste our time with people like Undertaker and Kane, we know d@mn good and well that we are going to be in for a cake walk.
*The Badd Boy does taunts the crowd a bit to get some cheers.*
The Badd Boy: As far as Kane goes, the big red machine, or big red wannabe monster, you know whatever. I know you probably like The Undertaker have it in the back of your mind that others fear you. Well you would be right if the others you were talking about were each other, because it's sure as not me. You I take it are supposed to be the powerhouse, the bigger stronger man, the monster, the freak of nature yadda yadda yadda. You think I've never brawled with bigger men? I have layed flat people who were seven foot four hundred pounds. That out does you. I have layed out monsters in my day, and I am not afraid to go toe to toe. I love going toe to toe with people. It's a lot of fun, really it is. Because once you are laying on your back staring at the lights then you might think..."I'll be d@mned...this guy can fight." By then it's going to be too late, because I will have you down and out. Kane, you too seem like a rookie to this game and based on what I've seen you have thus uncanny ability to take people too lightly. You are too hyped up on your own abilities that you treat your opponent like they are going to be the next pushover jobber, when in fact this is what will make you quite the jobber. I do know that I can and will straight whoop your @$$, but does that make me a hypocrite? No, because I am going to take into consideration your size, your power, and what you can do to me. I'm going to be ready for it, and anything you can throw at me. I won't let someone so low on the chain here out do me in the ring. I just can't let that happen, it would be a travesty if some big red b!tch ever brought me down, but that's alright Kane, don't get sad, that's not going to happen. I know you would be so upset if I lost, so just for you ol' boy I'm going to kick the sh!t out of you and press on towards my goal of being one half of the new tag team champions. Kane, you've never met a man as badd as me, so I understand how unprepared you are. But guys like you are a dime a dozen, I'm more than prepared, and I'm not stupid enough to let you inside of my head. Your mind games have no effect on me, but we'll see how your rookie skills have an effect on how bad you do in the ring.
*The Badd Boy takes a breather, but then as he thinks about his next opponent his head starts throbbing and he holds it in pain not able to believe that he has to waste his time.*
The Badd Boy: Now Undertaker, listen rookie, I've been watching you since your start and have been far from impressed. About the only thing I've heard coming from you has been a whole d@mn load of bitchin' pissin' moanin' and groanin' about who does what right and who doesn't, and I've seen some pretty pathetic attempts at you trying to be scary. What's best about you is that you try to be the bad guy, you try to be sick and sadistic, but you think because three fans cheer that you are a face and that they love you? Since when does forty thousand fans love the dark side goth gimmick? Seriously, where do you cut your promos from, the other side of hell? Anyways, that's just you, and you are old and senile and wouldn't admit if you were disliked anyway. You've had a few matches and you probably don't see yourself as a rookie, but I have yet to see any signs of you growing up any or trying to act like a veteran. Veterans play the game a little differently. You'll notice people like Wes and Myself don't act near the same as you, we don't carry a lot of the same attributes, that has to do with the fact that you are still learning. You're still trying to figure out how to play this game. You're a little unsure, but that's fine, because I'm gladly going to show you. When we step into the ring, you'll know what it's like to really have to put up a fight. No people like Kaedon in this ring, oh no 'Taker you have probably the biggest match of your career coming up. Contrary to what you would probably tell others, it is I who is going to make your ass famous. See you would never try to come between a man and his gold, especially an old man like yourself who is basically what we call a "never was". Means you weren't anything, you aren't anything, and you aren't going to be anything. You were a washed up has been before you got off the ground. I don't know if you think you strike fear in my heart or something, but no, you couldn't scare the sh!t out of an elephant with diahrea. Undertaker, you are going to get schooled in a whole new lesson in wrestling when I get a hold of you, and you are going to wish that you stuck to fighting Kaedon and burning teddy bears.
*The crowd gives off a laugh as The Badd Boy puts his arm with the microphone down and looks around. He nods his head a little bit as if asking "Am I Right?" and getting a good reaction and feedback from the crowd.*
The Badd Boy: Undertaker, Kane, the brothers of destruction. You have a long way to go before you are ready to handle people like Wes and myself. You are a young tag team, and you don't know how to handle the real competition in this federation yet. The reason behind this is because you haven't had any real competition as of yet. You don't know what real wrestlers are all about, so I really pity the two of you that your first real competion has to be the Ikeda brothers. Prepare for a reality dose and a half, because before we're through you won't even know what hit you. The two of you can consider yourselves eliminated as Wes and I move on past you and win the belts while the two of you, and you're really just going to have one badd day....oh it's been a while since I've said that.
*The Badd Boy cockily throws the microphone behind him as "Just 2 Badd" picks up again and the fans cheer loudly. The Badd Boy heads to the back.*
JR: *awake* The Badd Boy looks like he's on fire again King.
King: I just want to say anything I said agreeing with The Undertaker, I take it all back. I didn't mean it, just no more Badd Boy talking PLEASE!
JR: At least he made more sense that anyone else involved in this match has made with the exception of Wes.
King: How would you know, you were sleeping?
JR: .........
*The Badd Boy walks to his locker room where he finds a picture of Barb Wire Chris and Abdullah the Buther stuck to his door with a fork. He looks at it confused then puts the fork in his pocket and crumbles the picture up throwing it down. He gets on the phone with Ashlee.*
Tony Ikeda: I don't believe this, they stuck a picture of themselves on the door? How retarded is that?
Ashlee Ikeda: Who did?
Tony Ikeda: Chris and Abdullah. I guess everyone's coming back and they want some sort of hardcore reunion.
Ashlee Ikeda: But you didn't deal with them as much as Wes did.
Tony Ikeda: Yeah well when you're an Ikeda, and people as crazy as those two are out in the world that's what you have to deal with. How are the kids?
Ashlee Ikeda: They are doing just fine, Ashton finished dinner, and Adora wouldn't eat.
Tony Ikeda: That will change in a half an hour.
Ashlee Ikeda: Yeah, she's so fickle sometimes I can't believe it.
Tony Ikeda: Must get it from her mother.
Ashlee Ikeda: No I think she gets it from her dad's mother.
Tony Ikeda: Mom always was a weird one at time.
Ashlee Ikeda: At times...right. Don't hurt Kane and 'Taker too bad tonight, okay hon?
Tony Ikeda: Too bad, right ha ha, they'll get what's coming to them. Did you know according to them you married and had a child with a homosexual?
Ashlee Ikeda: Did I really now?
Tony Ikeda: According to them.
Ashlee Ikeda: The same people that burn dolls?
Tony Ikeda: That would be them.
Ashlee Ikeda: I think that's enough said. Well I'll be watching, and I'll see you when you get home.
Tony Ikeda: Okay babe, see ya.
*The Badd Boy hangs up the phone.*
*The Badd Boy is sitting in the parking lot looking at a couple of the motorcycles there. He also looks at the ground where burnt chewed up dolls were strewn about. Whether they were placed there or remnants of Kane being around noone will know. He is dressed in a pair of jeans and his old Black "Stuntman" t-shirt. With the backwards fitted ball cap on he laughs at the mess. The Badd Boy hops off of the hood of his car that he was sitting on. His new blue Lotus Elise. He walks around for a moment and the camera that is there follows him. Most of the parking garage is pretty empty. The Badd Boy finds a pillar and leans up against it as he turns around and looks into the camera.*
The Badd Boy: Undertaker, you were best off keeping your mouth shut, because I swear, my IQ level dropped fifty points just from he having to hear you speak. To clear one thing up right away, I am very aware that my name has two D's in it. It gives it a little more style. I'm glad you are such an english major, considering the only words in the english dictionary that you can comprehend are gay, and homosexual. Homosexual rejects...have you and your brother hit puberty yet? Are you still having some troubles growing up? Undertaker, you are supposed to be the scarier one of the two. Haven't you portrayed yourself as the leader, yet like I will say to Kane, you have to call people gay, because that's all you can think of? It's bad enough that you repeat yourself, and it's especially bad that you think you are what you aren't. If you can't get past calling people gay, then the only place for you is the third grade where people do that all of the time. That would be much more fitting for you. You don't belong in the wrestling ring. Medieval puppy dog, each other's b!tches? Is this what you think someone as old as you should be saying? Are you getting to senile to wrestle that you can't even be f@cking original. What in the hell are you doing talking about my mother any way you mother f@cking @$$hole. Evidentally you don't pay attention, but since your maturity level is that of a child I can't expect you to do your homework before you start ranting and raving now can I? She died of cancer, and God rest her soul, you have no business talking about her, but yet you have to run your mouth, because as the child that you are you can't pass up the opportunity to talk sh!t, even when you have nothing worth listening about to say. Don't you ever, AND I MEAN EVER bring my mother into another one of your talks, because you have no rights, and if that's the type of stuff you have to say, then you've proven to me that you have no f@cking balls! You say Ashlee will get what's coming to her if she comes down to the ring? Ashlee's going to be taking care of our children, and she wouldn't waste the time of day with the likes of you. You aren't even really worth the time it takes to lace up a pair of boots to go out to the ring. You aren't worth mentioning really, but I get payed for this sh!t. Let alone how bad you rip on my brother. Where in the f@ck did you get the idea that he lived in a trailer park? He has one nice huge house, I do also. Let alone you think we are too broke to afford anything? For one Wes rides a nice motorcycle, a hell of a lot better of one that your little toy scooter. And your goth on a bike? I don't know when you decided you were a goth, aren't you the American Bad @$$? Are are you just now the goth lame @$$? What a cheap gimmick, and you even attempt to trash talk me? You don't deserve the right to sass me son. You aren't going to deflate my ego, as a matter of fact, it's going to be quite the opposite way around. Dead man, you don't have the slightest clue of the sh!t that you just got yourself in to, but I'm going to gladly teach you what that is. You are going to come down to Shockwave, and you can ride your tricycle around and try to feel bad, and you can come on down to the ring calling me homosexual...leading me only to believe that you are a closet case perverted old dirty b@stard. You'll think this is going to be a cake walk, and that you will be advancing on to the next round of the tournament, but in all honosty you are going to find yourself stuck on the mat with having the sh!t kicked out of you, and another loss on your record. Speaking of records, do your math, before you and Kane brag about records, look at your own. Kane has only won almost a third of his matches, meaning he has lost two thirds, Wes has loss close to one third, you have lost a fourth and had a fourth thrown out leaving you with only half of your matches won. Then take a look at my record, since that's what you want to try and use as a defense. It crushes both of yours combined. The Ikeda Brothers, the real brothers of destruction have done a whole hell of a lot better than you kids. We didn't need the same old tiring druids coming out to the ring either. We also haven't had to sit back and act like little children calling people gay. Undertaker grow up, let us know when your nuts drop, and be ready to have the @$$ kicking of a life time while Wes and I advance in the tournament. And that last time you came out...why did you bother, you came out just to say a lot of nothing and concluding with what you said all along, that you we would lose and that we will feel your wrath. Whatever old man, you can kiss our @$$es.
*The Badd Boy rolls his eyes as a cold draft comes into the garage. He pulls the fork out of his pocket that he found before and he throws it. He thinks about what Kane had to say. A shot goes to a flashback of when The Badd Boy was watching Kane speak on the monitor. The Badd Boy is laughing hysterically. The camera shot comes back to the present Badd Boy whom hopped back up on the hood of his car and began to speak.*
The Badd Boy: Okay Kane, listen up and listen good, or at least try to. I know your attention span is kind of short. I don't know if you know this, but when you come out to talk trash on an opponent, or at least you say you are going to, try considering talking about that opponent without repeating the same d@mn line time after time after f@cking time again. All I heard you say were a couple of things. One you kept repeating exactly what your brother The Undertaker said. The best insults you could come up with were "The Badd Girl" and calling us homosexuals. I tell you, that's high quality stuff. Anyon ever ask you recently what you want to be when you grow up? you are quite far from growing up I'll tell you that. I mean, what are you ten years old? The best thing you have in your arsenal is burning dolls and calling me homosexual. Right, sorry I'm not going to play your kiddie games Kane. I'm a grown up, quite unlike you. I don't have to call you homosexual to cover for my own insecurities, and get this also Kane I don't play with dolls. If burning up a doll makes you feel big, bad and tough, more power to you ya f@cking loser. Why don't you try beating the real thing, or here you go, I'll use a Kane like insult. "Maybe you should go beat Undertaker off." Do you catch how stupid that makes you sound? It makes me wonder why Mike even keeps you around. Why don't you work on your game a bit before you come out here trying to be a tough guy. Past that you have Rob Van Dam come out and frog splash you? For no particular reason? You want to prove you're tough? I think that proved you and RVD are both freaking retarded. No wonder you are called the big red retard. Noone was entertained, everyone that I know of pretty much looked at you dumbfounded at your stupidity. It really is amazing we have people of such a low intelligence disgracing our ring. And the big scary Kane has to call to be given a ride in a hummer. The gas guzzler that gets ten miles to the gallon highway driving, and eight miles to the gallon in the city. It also puts out the maximum amount of pollutants into the air allowed by law. Wow, what a car that is...f@cking moron. Shouldn't the big bad scary Kane get himself around? Since when do you need to be babied? Wow, big scary man gets his lazy @$$ carted around. Then you are in your attic where you have a ring and pyrotechnics, how moronic can you be? I'll admit, I have a ring at my house. It's in my basement, and doesn't have pyro, why you ask? Because I'm not a stupid @$$ looking to catch his house on fire, and if you put something of that weight in your attic, then I give you maybe a week or less before it comes crashing through your house. No house is built to hold that, even if you solidified the floor enough, the weight of it all on the structure of your house would cause the house to collapse. Maybe if you had a stone castle, but lazy big red f@cking morons that get carted around, and play with dolls don't have castles. Don't even question the full nelson suplex. I'm glad your pea sized brain was able to come up with quite the jab like I must have gotten some guy named Nelson up the @$$. Here, you want a cookie for being such a stupid @$$? I mean really, you should meet a guy named Unreal, he seems like your type. You won't be insulting my finisher when I lock you up in it then pretty much snap your f@cking neck like a twig. Your size is nothing, I told you before I have fought people larger than you and kicked their @$$. You don't fear me nor make me doubt my ability to whoop the hell out of you. I know what I'm capable of, and you are only about to find out. One last thing, don't bring my wife into your conversations. You haven't shown enough intelligence to be allowed to so much as say her name. Really Kane, for one she is not a slut or a b!tch. If you even half payed attention she has never "slept around" and don't worry about her interfering, because if you can recall any time recently that she's interfered in a match, please do. You won't find one. I don't need idle threats like you throw out trying to threaten me with Tyson Tomko and some other easy to beat b!tch. Ashlee could whoop you in a match I would guarantee it. But she won't play a factor in our match. it will simply be me dominating you, showing you that talk is cheap, it's the actions that count. You will have your @$$ whooped all over the ring just like you deserve.
*The Badd Boy turns to walk away, but stops and puts one finger into the air as he spins back around.*
The Badd Boy: Hell, as a matter of fact if by some chance Kane and The Undertaker pull of a victory. Put my @$$ back on break, because of this is what the EMF is turning to, I need to consider other options....pathetic. So pathetic I don't even feel like giving a "Badd" pun, I'm out of here.
*The Badd Boy puts his hand in front of the camera as it powers down and The Badd Boy gets ready for Shockwave.*
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