Role Play Background: The Badd Boy, one of the most famous names in the business has really had a lot on his plate lately. After his nine month twenty one straight winning streak came to an end, and also stripping him of the gold he once held. He is left a different man, and for once he is without more than just his gold. Right after the event his Wife Ashlee, Brother Wesley, and friend Katrina also known as the Black Widow all turned their back on him and teamed together along with new rookie Blake Christianson. Calling themselves the fearless though seemingly just a group of people desperate for attention, and desperate to try and find a way to keep from losing. The Badd Boy trying to put behind him the memory of the wWo for a temporary amount of time while he sets his sites on future goals. He looks around and sees the Fearless, he sees The Attitude Division also known as the once great TAW finally getting their band together. The nWo trying to be tough. Also the wWo one by one being picked off and knocked from their pedastool. He assesses his goals and goes for them one by one. In this upcoming match he goes against Blake Christianson the man who has an eye for his wife, but isn’t very good at playing games. In the other corner of this triple threat match is Hobo, a member of the wWo. The fans are curious as to what The Badd One’s next goal is, what he shall do. It will soon be clear what he intends on doing.
*The Badd Boy is at the arena but not in his usual places. He isn’t in the training area, or the locker room, ‘nor even the parking lot. Rather he has pulled a camera man up with him onto the roof of the building. The camera looks around at the cars in the street as The Badd Boy too looks down and the hustle and bustle of the city streets. *
The Badd Boy: Yes it is time that I get back in the ring. I have stepped out for a couple of weeks. Ever since the wWo cheated to get their tainted victory. I have been sitting back watching everything happen here in the EMF. I have been watching everyone’s movements and actions. Like the streets far below it seems as if for the summer everything is constantly moving. The problem is everyone is going different directions and so focused on themselves that they fail to realize that their may be obstacles preventing their goals. All of these people going down west twenty third here, probably on the way to the concert hall, may not realize that theirs an accident a few miles down the road and they have to detour delaying their trip by about thirty minutes. An all too familiar scene in the EMF. Whether it is the world championship, or any championship, it seems the superstars are in such a hurry to get there that they feel they are invincible and that nothing will stop them. It is kind of crushing the feeling you get when you do find that you are not un-stoppable. It happened to me, was I beat by the better man? No I wasn’t even dealing with men, I was dealing with children, children who couldn’t beat me one on one. Edge and Christian were sent to help, and in the end it was two of them versus the one of me. Just to make a note of it, Rachel, you remember who pinned you in that match. Some of you, most likely Wasabi and Hobo are sitting there wondering, why is he talking about this its in the past. Well boys, my point exactly. Everything that has happened is in the past, everything except me. How I used to handle things, is also in the past. I am here to set an example, an example of all of you boys. Starting with this upcoming match. My return match, on the return of Anarchy. Blake Christianson, the man who wants my wife, and Hobo, the boy who is apart of the group that put a cramp in my style. Triple threat match, I have a good record of those much like everything else. One man gets pinned, one man makes the pin, and one man is stuck without a damned thing. It is a match, one of the more typical types in this business. Go figure you wrestle in the wrestling business, it is why we are all here as wrestlers, but once you get to the big leagues it is no longer just about the ring. So many other things have to be incorporated. I could easily say that in the match the three of us will step into the ring and see who has the better wrestling skills. That would be easy, but that’s not how it is.
*The Badd Boy stands up and starts walking around upon the roof. The camera man walks behind him, and very quickly the Badd One turns around and stares sharply into the camera. *
The Badd Boy: Blake, that is the problem I run into with you. This isn’t a match. If it were just a simple match then I would very quickly demolish you into a pile of ashes. You made it clear that you aren’t a rookie, but you also made it clear that you are a loser. Why else would you have had to bounce around in the indies and the wrestling school? I only went to one wrestling school, and I didn’t have to spend much time in an indie league before I was pulled up, because I stood above the rest. You show nothing to me, and you mean nothing to me. You are a rookie little boy that wants to make a name for himself by trying to play games with The Badd Boy. You saw a small crack in the Ikeda Foundation so you quickly move in and try to attack me from the angle of my wife. You fair boy were in my hotel room talking about my boxers. Listen Liberachi, don’t bring your hot pink shorts to the ring. Noone wants to see that junk. Or lack their of. You decided that you wanted to get personal by stealing a picture of my wife and trying to go somewhere with that. You tried to get under my skin, well bravo blakey boy, you failed. You do not bother me, you do not intimidate me, as a matter of fact you don’t even make me flinch. You are sad and pathetic. You do not know how to control yourself when you step up to these leagues. The last thing you do is mess with a man’s wife. Why don’t you ask your new found partner Wesley? He messed with a certain man’s wife and that man made sure he was sorry for what he did and was sure to put him in his place. Much like what I will do to you. I will put you in your place, because if you want to play games by pretending you could actually get your grubby little paws on my wife then sit back and re-lax, allow us to play my little game. No this doesn’t go and involve finding pictures of an ex-lover or someone, know this involves me beating the crap out of you, because I will not tolerate such complete ignorance from a fool such as yourself. When rookies come out to play, the professionals take them to school. There was one other person that has chosen to mess with my wife, he went as far as to kidnap her. That son of a bitch paid the price. Blake you too will pay the price a nice hefty one. You have not done much, but you have done enough to piss me off. I do not like you, and I can not stand you. I am sure the feeling is mutual. I stand atop this arena, because I have stood atop many things in my life and no matter where you are you are not up here. You are not as high as I am, and you can not fathom what it takes to be here next to me. You do not have to like me, which is obvious, but the one thing you do have to do is deal with me, which is something I know you are running into blindly, but you couldn’t possibly be ready for this. You are not even ready for such people as An Arkie, and I assure you I am many levels above the so called sniper. Blake Christianson, what is it that made you decide to come here? What gears were turning in your head the day you agreed to come here knowing that you were just going to step into the ring, and have your ass handed to you on a silver platter? Do you need to be put in an insane asylum? No man in his right mind should do that, if you weren’t ready for what you are dealing with, then why go through with it? Trust me I do not mind in the slightest, because overall I find this to be fun. I enjoy kiddies like you, because you have that confidence in yourself that you can do anything you set your mind to. So what if I set my fist to your mind? Does that not shatter your dreams? How about that ego of yours? I guess that is how you fit in with the other mis-fits. It is all about the egos. Well know this, that is another strike against yourself. You have chosen to mess with me, my wife, and you have one hell of an ego. I hate people with egos like yours. When I come across individuals such as yourself my main goal is to make it clear you are not quite that damn good though you may think you are. So the basics of this is, The Badd Boy is after you to make an example of how low you are. How rookies like you don’t deserve to be competing in such a division, and sure as hell need to stay out of the personal affairs of a man and his wife. Your nose does not belong here, and if you do not remove it yourself I will remove it for you and break it. I am not fighting you for any other reason than to simply show you that when you are Blake Christianson everything is impossible. Your mission which you have no choice but to accept is to come for me, and try to prove yourself. This isn’t the movies where mission impossible wasn’t in fact impossible. This is literally not something you could pull off. I hate you, I have more skill than you, AND YOU FUCKED WITH MY WIFE! Badd move, now little pawn let the King show you how to play the game.
Your words do not go un-noticed from me Blake. You want to extract revenge? What Ashlee got is what she asked for. I don't want to hurt her, but she knew she was hurting me when she chose to do what she did. Oh please Blake come get your revenge, she wasn't in my shadow if she was then she put herself there, she was a damn good champion on her own and everyone knows that, it is punks like you who need to get a clue. I am not the pawn, I just refuse to stoop to as low a level as others. She wanted to play the game, but she didn't realize the consequences, and now though you don't see it, if anyone is a pawn it's you. You are a scrawnly little bitch who is left to be the body guard and take the hits while she does as she wishes. So Blake who is getting played? You claim it's me, but I would venture to say that you are being used, and you can't even see it. You surprise me though, once again you admitted that you aren't expecting to beat me, good damned thing, because you won't. If anyone is going to get revenge over Ashlee it will be me being sure to do away with the likes of you who are just being used as a wall to protect her from what she knew from the beginning would come. Blake here is the basics, just shut your damn mouth noone cares what you have to say, step into the ring, and as you said by stealing my own phrase have A BADD DAY! Oh and I can tell you where to stick your cheap ass tricycle and all of your shit.
*The Badd Boy motions for the camera to follow with him. *
The Badd Boy: Come with me.
*A few minutes pass as The Badd One is found walking out behind the arena down an old alley way, with homeless men, and old war veterans with lost limbs and no money beg for every coin they can get. *
The Badd Boy: No, this is not meant to be some type of joke against you Hobo. Don’t think you somehow got forgotten. I’m not quick about forgetting. You are the third man in the contest. I expect you to be bringing most of the fight, if you put your gags behind you. Look around at this stuff. This is reality, a place I do not believe that you have ever been. These men are looking for scraps of food, looking for every dollar or half penny they can find because they have nothing left, but in the ring you mock them. You poke fun at the people that have been cast away by society in hopes that they will be forgotten. You make a mockery of everything that they are. The real world that these people have to be deal with daily. The real world that you stepped away from to make a joke of everything that you have come acrossed. You have made a joke of me, my family, and my friends. Each day you come to work you come there just to laugh and have fun. Somehow you got a title out of that, but what have you really earned? A few cheap pops from the crowd? What happens when you get into the ring and are forced to be real. When you have to leave your dirty smelly clothes behind and just get in there and do whatever it is that you have to do. You seem to have this idea that by sitting back and watching everything whatever spark you need will just come to you. When you went for the television title you did nothing but sit around for the week and watch television. You always want to watch tapes and old movies maybe even updgrade to DVD I don’t know which but that is what you do to prepare yourself, no secret to anyone. Well, something else that is no secret to anyone is that you can not actually get ready for anything in life by sitting on your butt hoping that like a bolt of lightening it will just strike you. Somehow someway it just doesn’t go that way. The only way you can achieve anything is by doing not watching. Something I will do when I step into the ring. I will show you by doing what it takes to do something in the ring. I can not wait to get in there and hopefully extract a little revenge on you for what your fuck buddies have done or been doing to me. Hobo, if you like to sit around and watch then I welcome you to get in the ring and just watch. Take in everything that I dish out. Look at me beating the crap out of you. Take a gander at the great EMF lighting system when either you get counted one two three or while I lay you out and pin down Blake. Hobo, get yourself ready for what it is you have to be ready for, go watch your tapes and take in everything that I have done in the past. Watch every second of my nine month win streak. Or why don’t you do the same exact thing you and your friends have done each time? Get out your little handy cam with your buddies that can’t keep their mouths shut, maybe pretend like you are spending money, make fun of my name, and tell everyone who boring you think I am. That is fine, you do not have to like my name, all you have to do is remember it. Remember it when it stands above yours, and remember the man that whipped your sorry ass. Or go around and pay people to snore at the sound of my name and try to pass me off as boring. You may find me boring as if it matters, but what it all comes down to is that whether I am boring or not I am a force to be reckoned with. I may have a lot on my plate as of late, but I am doing what I need to do to move on and set things straight. One by one I will be putting my life back in order and this is one of my first steps. To drag you back into the world of reality like the people who still stand around me, or sit if they do not have the legs left to stand on. Much like you Hobo, once you start tasting the bitter taste of defeat you will not have a leg to stand on and that is Just Too Badd. Life is not the joke you make it out to be, Life is not just a game there for you to toy around with. When you get into the ring it is time to learn what life is, and trust me life sucks, life is a pain, life is reality, and reality hurts. Hobo the laughter has drained, you aren’t what you were, you are like a one hit wonder song, you were popular but now you are old. Most people are tired of hearing about you, and most people may wish for you to just go away. Hobo, this is your time, make sure you get a good Memorex tape because you will need to remember this moment. The moment you get your ass handed to you.
*The Badd Boy walks inside as just down the hallway he bumps into CaRnAgE and Degenerate. *
Degenerate: Geeze double B, where have you been, and what does it take to get a match around here?
The Badd Boy: I do not know, I actually was not supposed to be here this week, I never said that I was back from my vacation, all I did was come out and say some peace that had to be said. I refuse to be like a superstar of a rival organization and just walk.
CaRnAgE: This place doesn’t have a punching bag, what in the hell is this cheap crap?
Degenerate: Whoa there big man settle down. BB have you seen this whole TAW reformation ordeal.
The Badd Boy: Of course I have seen it. Seems interesting.
CaRnAgE: Why don’t you get in on that?
The Badd Boy: First things first boys. Priorities are the key and right now my priority is this match. The whole reason I am here is because I am good enough to be in the best federation out there, and I am in this business to wrestle. If it weren’t for that then I would be at home probably working on computers.
Degenerate: True, true.
The Badd Boy: So basically whatever is going, well that is good, I hope the fans are enjoying it. I have a match I need to stay focused. If I don’t get back on the ball quickly, I am going to fall just like Jarred did, and just like Primetime almost did. A couple of the largest names in the business fell, and the walls came crumbling down leaving people like Wasabi at the top, what a joke.
CaRnAgE: I think that’s the point.
The Badd Boy: Oh yeah.
Degenerate: Well badd man, there has to be some trouble around here to cause, I’m sure big man and I can find something.
The Badd Boy: I can’t guys I have to go get ready. You know CaRnAgE they were calling Blake a walking wall of muscle.
CaRnAgE: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! That puny assed punk bitch? Shit he’s more like a walking tooth pick hanging around with bigger losers than the wWo.
Degenerate: Heh, yeah, hey BB we’re outta here. Later.
The Badd Boy: Later.
*The Badd Boy turns around as CaRnAgE and Degenerate walk off. The Badd One realizes that the camera man is still there. *
The Badd Boy: Oh crap dude, you are still there. Forgot about you. Let me wrap this up so that we can both be on our way. The triple threat match I am coming to make my voice heard loud and clear. Maybe instead of my voice I will allow my actions speak louder than my words. Blake it is time for me to put you to rest so that you will learn that you made a big mistake messing with the baddest man in the business and getting a bit too close to his wife. That is very dangerous territory, and a place that you don’t want to be. You never ever mess with a man’s wife especially as a rookie. It’s the worst move you can make when you are new to the game that’s not even something the veterans would do. It’s like in chess immediately sending your King out in battle. Blake you said yourself that you knew your day was coming, well I hope you circled your calendar, because here it is. As far as Hobo, like I said you are the one that I am hoping can bring some half assed skill to the ring. Blake the wrestling school reject has no idea, but he knows what reality is something you don’t yet have a grasp of. Hobo, you have to make sure that you realize that his is not time to joke around, and this is time for you to get real. Get in the ring and realize what it is that you have to deal with. Let me bring you into the world of reality. The both of you, I can not wait to step into the ring and whip you boys like nobodies business. I am here to play the game and enjoy myself. My enjoyment will come from the demise of the both of. Let’s get ready boys we have a match to fight. I am out of here.
*The Badd Boy salutes the camera as he walks off to his locker room and the two men are allowed to move on about their business. The Badd Boy setting up his return to be a brutal one. *
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