Role Play Background: The Badd Boy hasn't seen Jarred since he defeated him in a first round of the world title number one contendorship tournament. It was then that once again The Badd Boy defeated Jarred once more. This week his arch enemy returns and the stipulation is, is that if The Badd Boy gets pinned then he has to defend his Intercontinental Championship next week. However it doesn't stop there, for it is a tag match. Jarred's parter is one of Badd Boy's old foes, Angelus Archer. Another man who can't seem to get one up on The Badd Boy. He returns from disappearing yet again. So if either man pins him then they get the title shot, but The Badd Boy has his friend and partner with him, Degenerate. The television champion. Same rules apply to him, but the basics of it all is that The Badd Boy nor Degenerate have plans of losing so they will be putting up one hell of a fight. Come next week at the Pay-Per-View, the card will be up and nowhere on it will it have Angelus Archer or Jarred Carthallion next to the names of Degenerate or The Badd Boy.
*The scene opens on the rooftop of the arena. The sunlight shines down with the bright light, and the heat is nice and warm. The lunch time action goes on, on the streets below as everyone is trying to take advantage of their hour long lunch breaks to eat their lunches, to see family members, to run errands that should take a couple of hours, but they try to squeeze it in. Men get angry, road rage builds because they inconvenience one another, but The Badd Boy peers over the edge with a smirk on his face thinking about how they shouldn't be in such a rush and how they should just enjoy life. The camera man is set up to watch The Badd Boy as he turns around very calmly. He is wearing a pair of jeans and a "Just Too Badd" T-Shirt, and you can watch the waves in the fabric as a breeze blows through and causes The Badd Boy's hair to move with the wind also. He looks to the camera man.*
The Badd Boy: Jarred, how tiring it never becomes to beat the life out of your sorry @$$. The legendary jobber resurfaces, and oh wait it's the incredibly dark and scary demon chylde. Oh, wait a minute, this is where the fear is supposed to rumble right? Where the ground shakes and you are all about controlling hell or whatever. Jarred, how much does it take to make you realize that it does not matter how many times you change your gimmick underneath you are still the same loser I keep beating repeatedly. My question for you is, what is left? Ever since I came to the Extreme Measures Federation you have tried to act like some hot shot bully, but you have found that I am not the man to push around, because I am the man that will beat your sorry @$$. Not only will I beat you, but I will beat you time and time again. Noone can deny that you have some spurts of talent come out every now and then, but not too often though so don't get excited, but you constantly claim that you are the greatest and you deserve this, and you deserve that. How can you say that when you have come to the level of jobber in this federation, and you talk all about the world champion, but you know who the number one contendor is? It's me! However I don't persue it, because I have not decided that my intercontinental reign is over yet. Oh yes that is right, the very Intercontinental Championship that you called your pride and joy because you were an eight month and one week champion. The facts show that it was at least five months before you got off your butt to defend it, and even then you only defended it on rare occassions. You weren't a champion, you were a complete chumpion. So you rant and rave about being the greatest Intercontinental Champion, well guess who has broken your record...I did. I broke it and have surpassed it, not only that I have been a fighting champion defending it roughly twice a month. That's more than you could have ever dreamed of doing. I have proven to the world that compared to you I am the better superstar, and I've proved that one more than one occassion. Given that you ol' boy, you do test me, and you do things to me that you probably do not want to do. You make me want to push myself to a point where I feel that I just can't allow myself to go down when I'm against you. Jarred, I am sure that it is no secret that our hatred for one another runs deep. Every since the beginning I have despised you and whatever your gimmick you have switched to for the week. Why you continue to come out here and bore everyone, pretending to be the sole savior of the EMF I don't know. I am personally sick of you talking about how you are the man that is going to make a difference, that you are going to be the man that will put everyone else away, hell you thought you could take on the nWo on your own. Are you kidding me? One man fighting an army, it is a dream for many that they could be the hero that stood above all of their allies and be able to take down everyone, but you live in a world of fairy tales, dreams, and wishes. This the real world, here let me attack Europe and see if I get anywhere. You remind me of the little choo-choo that could, except you couldn't. Though nothing seems to be able to penetrate that ego of yours. It seems no matter how much you fail you get back up and try again with the same beliefs. What is it going to take Jarred, how many beatings, how many times until you find that you can not take on the world by yourself? Maybe you are so thick headed that you may never realize it, but if you look at everything that's happened with you, you do nothing but continually porve that you are just a loser. You will never be anything but a loser, because everyone around here gets a certain satisfaction out of beating your cocky arrogant @$$ around the ring. Most likely I enjoy it the most out of any other. One day you looked down upon me as a little man, but I surprised you didn't I Jarred? I was able to put you down, and then you claimed to have been awakened, then I beat you again some time down the road, and yet again you claimed to be awaken once more. I beat you a third time then you disappeared, so now when I beat you once more will you disappear or will Demon Chylde "awaken" again and go back to the life of his own Jarred Carthallion.
*The Badd Boy looks back out to the busy streets below and takes a big breath of air. He steps a way from the ledge and just looks around at the scenary of the city enjoying the majesty of the city life thinking about how quickly life changed for people as each building was made. He stretches a little and turns back to the camera.*
The Badd Boy: One question I have for you is how much can be taken away from Jarred before he has nothing. I took your fame that you claimed you had over me, I took your pride, I killed your ego, took your championships, broke your records, assisted in getting your ex-wife out of your hands. I did all of that, and here you are again. You are teaming with your just as bad jobbing clown, and your goal is to pin me down so that you can have a shot at my Intercontinental Championship next week. Wouldn't you love that? To for the first time put me down? It's not going to happen, because what we do is a game to me. I'm not done playing. I want to see how much more I can find to take away from you, to strip you of. I want to see the pain that you try to hide, the fear you avoid admitting you have, I want to see all of it in your eyes, because that gives me such an adrenaline rush. I've studied you since my arrival, and I've never once taken my eye off of you. I have always been sure to keep myself ready for anything and everything you try to throw at me. I've known that I am a target for you and that I always have been. I am someone you despise and that you want to prove that you are better against. You would have more luck squeezing blood out of a turnip. Jarred, you can come armed with all of the sadistic smiles that you want to come across your face and try to play mind games with me, but I am the last guy you want to play those games with, because I don't fall for it. A gimmick is a gimmick, behind the crooked smile is just a boy trying to live out his fantasy. I don't get scared by the tricks you like to play, because Jarred Carthallion is the man in the ring not Demon Chylde. So hide behind whatever persona you want, just remember that either way you will lose. The way I look at it is that you are trying to make up for some inadquicies. You must realize that deep down you can't compete the way you think you can so you use your split personalities to cover up for how you know you really are inside. So what makes you a legend anyway? Are you not the self proclaimed "legendary" Jarred Carthallion? I have yet to see you do anything legend like. Nothing has been exceptional, you at best may have been mediocre, but other than that you are not at all impressive. You have never once done anything more in the EMF that has been above what the average good wrestler of the EMF can do. You won the world championship three times, but how quickly were those lost? Once to me almost immediately, before you could even enjoy holding it. Then you have that Intercontinental Championship reign, oh wait...nevermind, I took that record. I guess all that you have is that you became the CEO, problem is, is that you can't throw your weight around with me, I have my own bit of EMF power, but unlike you I choose not to be a complete ass and try to boss others around. You make me sick when you go on your power trips. Only trying to supress others in hopes that you yourself will look high and mighty. Everyone is on to your game, so when you walk out and you try to make heads turn, you make heads snore. I couldn't tell you how many times I've seen you come to the middle of the ring after an EMF event talking about how great you are, but it is amuzing, because all of the fans have gone home, and you are in the ring talking to yourself. I hop yourself enjoys watching...yourself. Hell you are your own biggest fan. I guess if someone is going to like you, it might as well be you. Fact of the matter is this, if you weren't so in love with yourself Jarred Carthallion would be wrestling in the minor leagues where he belongs. So Jarred, one more time bring your @$$ to the ring, and I will meet you there, but there's no telling where I will draw the line of beating you once more. It will be one hell of a show, but you can't last as long as I can. You will be done, over with. Your prime passed some time ago, you didn't utilize yourself like I have. So you can start counting your calendar down to the days you have left before retirement, because you are through. I will just prove to you in the ring how through you really are. Just hope I don't snap your neck by the time I am done with you, and please, Jarred, have a very very badd day.
*The Badd Boy smiles, but a door on the roof opens up and out runs a man in a giant fish costume. None other than DGNR8. He runs/waddles over to The Badd Boy.*
DGNR8: I heard you were up here. I wanted to speak with you.
The Badd Boy: A fish costume?
DGNR8: The costume shop was low, it's not exactly Halloween you know.
The Badd Boy: Do you have to be in costume?
DGNR8: Yes.
The Badd Boy: Why?
DGNR8: I don't know.
The Badd Boy: Why conceal an identity?
DGNR8: It's fun.
The Badd Boy: You make yourself look stupid.
DGNR8: Nah, it worked for Superman.
The Badd Boy: Do you have super powers?
DGNR8: I might.
The Badd Boy: I doubt it.
DGNR8: I may have to laser your eyeballs shut.
The Badd Boy: Do it!
DGNR8: Don't tempt me.
The Badd Boy: Do it!
DGNR8: Uh...maybe later. Let's get to business. I'm sure you couldn't wait to open your trap about Jarred, so tell me your thoughts on Angelus, as a matter of fact, just pretend I'm not here and let him have it.
The Badd Boy: Whatever. Angelus, the man who enjoys to feel the pain. Welcome back to the EMF old friend. Welcome back to the game in which you will get your @$$ handed to you yet again. Ah how we shared some great matches, three times I believe going for my Attitude Internet Championship. You walk around in your clown face paint talking about how you are an insane juggalo who loves to be a killer. Ever heard of originality? Oh wait let me guess, you are going to take me to the mother lovin' Echo side right? Boy you make me laugh so hard to even think that you are a wrestler. You mimmick clowns that can't get past gold on a record meaning they aren't a top notch group who love serial killing and necrophillia. I guess whatever gets your rocks off fruit loop. The only thing I see in you is a cereal killer. You are probably out attacking toucan sam, or count chocula. I hope you rip that Kellogs rooster to pieces. You are the most pitiful excuse of a superstar I've ever seen. You can't even really consider yourself a superstar can you? You are the big time Jobulous Archer, the Jobber of life. You could probably give Gillberg a run for his money in number of times jobbed around here, yet you still are proud to proclaim yourself some big killer. It's good that you like to use your imagination when you play your games, but realize this, that if you really did half the stuff you claim to have done you wouldn't be stepping into the ring. Sure you escaped jail or whatever, the cops screwed up again, how stupid do you think we are? Like you are hiding in an arena, boy you would be booked, cuffed and hauled back in a heart beat. You would probably go straight to alcatraz. There's no hope for saving someone like you, so we know that everything you claim is fake by the simple fact that you are allowed here to wrestle. You should know that. So don't try putting one over on me, the other superstars, or the fans. You should stick to picking on homeless people. You had better luck fighting hobos. Whenever you have been called to the plate to try and prove yourself worthy of being in our ring here in the Extreme Measures Federation you have proven that beyond the shadow of a doubt, you are and always will be nothing better than a complete failure, a flop. A drain on your patience and the president's pocket book. Angelus, you sir are a loser. I hope this is one of the last times that I have to see you, because I can't stand the sight of you, I can't stand your presence, I can't stand you at all. I wish that we could finally rid you of the place like a bad disease you just hang around then like the virus we pass you around to one another in a big circle that you keep jobbing in. This time around you plan on coming in and gaining some gold, you would love to pin me and go for my Intercontinental Championship, and I am sure you would love also to pin Degenerate and get a shot at the Television title. Neither of which seem to be in your future, because to get a pinfall you would have to actually be a better man and we all know that you are not the better man. Like your friend Jarred, you don't have what it takes inside of you to be a man around here. Hell, how many times have you played the disappearing act? I remember in one of your first matches you bragged about how you were around for nearly five months, well that's fine and dandy, but what did you do for those five months? You did nothing. Sitting on your @$$ doesn't mean you deserve jack. Then you claim to be hardcore, you don't even know what real hardcore is. You think that if you squash a rat and play with it's diseased blood that you have done something so disgusting that all will fear you. Well I'm glad you would be able to bring yourself to such a task, but you are like a mouse to me, and I will see to it that yet again Angelus Archer, the Jobber of Life, is squashed once more. This big return you plan on making, it will go nowhere as you lose this week on Shockwave. How embarrassing for you it must be to be such an incredible loser. I pity you Angelus, but what I pity more is the people that hang around with you. A psychiatrist might not hurt, but a head case like you would probably make him give up his profession. He'd probably have butter luck playing minor league baseball.
*DGNR8 is caught snoring.*
The Badd Boy: You mind waking up?
DGNR8: Huh what? I wasn't sleeping.
The Badd Boy: Yes you were.
DGNR8: No I was just resting my eyes.
The Badd Boy: You were snoring!
DGNR8: Testing the nasal passages and vocal chords. Uh, they work in prestine order! Just uh, get back to what you were doing.
The Badd Boy: Anyways...One of my favorite things about you Angelus is that you enjoy pain, or at least you claim to. You lay claims that when you bleed and when you get hurt that you can really get off on that type of stuff. I don't buy that crap. If you really enjoy it as much as you say that you do, then the @$$ kickings that I give you must make you blow the biggest load of your life. You are the only person on this earth dumb enough to say that you could orgasm over a paper cut. The last time we spoke, you told me that you were going nation wide to all of the fourty eight continental united states, and that if everyone was lucky you were going to include Alaska and Hawaii. I'm rather disappointed that in that amount of time you haven't dont jack. I don't see Angelus everywhere spreading his love of pain and suffering. What I see is a beaten wrestler that knows that he has had his better days and he is just trying to get a grasp on what he once thought he was. No, you see Angelus, you were not able to hold up to what you said that you could, therefore anything you say this week or any other week it means nothing. You were even having your butt handed to you by Raptor, and I have had to whip him on a couple of occassions. You even muttered the words right before I beat the tar out of you that history would not, could not, and shall not repeat itself that I would not beat you again, and your hopes of that becoming true went down. Once again you were a loser. Do you remember the "Slayer's Regime"? Do you recall how you were supposed to go down in history books? What ever happened that made you believe this garbage that you made yourself believe? You consider yourself comparable to Jack the Ripper. Give me a break, you would be lucky if you are comparable to Dante' McCottrel, the guy who robbed the Super Mart last week. Hell, I consider him a more dangerous individual than you. What hurts you and the games that you play is that if you extract any fear from them then your arguements just don't hold up very well, hell even you know that. You just can't make yourself do as well as you would like to. If a person does not let you inside of their head, then your game plan is shot, and you have to think of a whole new one, thus lies your problem. You don't have another game plan, you just go out blindly hoping that you will make something of yourself. You hope that by some stroke of luck the pieces will fall into the right place and that you will be able to make yourself feel like a winner. Don't make me laugh again Angelus. Though I am sure come Shockwave you will make me feel pain like I've never felt? Let me guess, the pain, the agony, the torture? This is what I'm supposed to expect from you? You made false claims that you would do those three times in our past and never once did they come true. However please bring to me what you think that you have, and I will prove to you that what you have is nothing, that you are relying on hopes and dreams that don't exist Angelus. I can take more pain that you can even imagine, you don't know me well enough. My pain threshold is set to a level that you will never be able to find, though I welcome you to try. Good luck, but since you love the pain so much, I will bring it to you. I consider myself a nice enough guy, I will give you all of the pain that you want and them some more, just because I like doing good deeds for others. Just consider it an early christmas gift. Spare me your sob story though of your life as a child and the church where dead bodies were left. Somehow I doubt the world forgot about a church that was known, someone wasn't there that Sunday and that someone had to have came the next week, and the authorities would have been notified. Fix the holes in your stories, because don't get me wrong you are a great storyteller, hell you could write fiction novels. You would have better luck with the pen and paper then your poor @$$ talents in the ring, or the major lack there of. In the ring, I know what you can do, but I don't feel as if you give me enough credit for what I can do. Angelus that will be your mistake, because you are messing with me, and it will be Just Too Badd, when I throw you in that Full Nelson Suplex, snap your neck, and put you down for the ...one...two...three!
*DGNR8 dozes off again.*
The Badd Boy: What in the hell are you doing?
DGNR8: Oh I'm sorry, this isn't the Jarred promo?
The Badd Boy: No.
DGNR8: Oh my bad, I better not fall asleep again, I have to save all that sleep up for his, I'll be out for the count.
The Badd Boy: Sometimes I don't know about you man.
DGNR8: I don't know about me either.
*The scene fades.*
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