IKEDA SURVIVAL

RECORDS
SINGLES
TAG TEAM
WIN STREAK
CAREER
62-8-2
13-8-3
21(High)
TAW
4-1-0
1-0-0
3(High)
EMF
42-4-2
11-8-3
3(Current)
DEWF
11-2-0
1-0-0
5(High)
EBWO
3-1-0
0-0-0
3(High)
Other
2-0-0
0-0-0
2(High)
TAW Titles: Hardcore (1){Retired with.}; Tag Team (1);
EMF Titles: World (2) ; Intercontinental(1); Tag Team (1); Attitude Internet (3); Extreme (1);Hall of Famer
DEWF Titles: World (1) {Retired With.}; Intercontinental (2) {Retired With.}; Extreme (2);
EBWO Titles: World (1) {Retired With.};
Other Titles: None;
Next Match: EMF *** PPV: Dark Horizon *** Battle Royal *** Over the Top Elimination *** Various Superstars & - The Badd Boy Tony Ikeda *** World Title Elimination Chamber Shot

People Mentioned: Everyone Involved;

People Used: The Badd Boy Tony Ikeda;

Badd Boy's Theme Music
"Just 2 Badd" - Beyond Wrestling

Role Play Background: The EMF World Heavy Weight Championship is going to be given up. The best decision made to find a suitable holder was to throw everyone who wanted a shot into a Battle Royal, and the top six guys would take it to an Elimination Chamber match to decide the new EMF World Heavy Weight Champion! Both The Badd Boy and Wes gladly signed up for this match, and both of the men intend on making it through to the end!

*The Badd Boy Tony Ikeda is found on Camera standing outside of the arena. Is is actually standing in the front looking up at the arena with his back to the camera. He notices some people walk by waving at the camera then moving on. Some cars pass by, some people shout. In a pair of jeans and a white t-shirt he turns around towards the camera. He leans up against the a flag pole that is outside looking towards the camera.*

The Badd Boy: Finally I get my first real chance to shine in singles competition since my return to the ring. This battle royal is the best things that’s happened for my singles career in quite sometime, and I’m looking to put to rest some myths and rumors about me. By the end of the evening at Dark Horizon I will prove to the world that The Badd Boy still has it in him. That just because I am turning thirty years old next month does not mean I am a washed up has been. No people, I am only just beginning my rise. I am on my path for my third EMF world heavy weight championship title reign. Sure I am going up against some nasty guys, but I will show my will to survive. That’s what this match is all about is your survival instincts and what you will do to ensure that you don’t let the other hungry wolves eat you alive. I consider myself the hungriest wolf in the pack, and I look to leave my marks on everyone that tangos with me in the ring. I will definitely be in one of the six spots, and you can bet that I will be throwing people left and right over the top rope to the outside being sure that they don’t go on. My suggestion for everyone in the back is if you want to survive, don’t screw with me, because I will not hesitate in taking you out. I’m ready for my championship, and none of you boys will stop me from getting to the elimination chamber where I will only continue to turn up the heat in the ring!

*The Badd Boy backs off the pole and points to himself as the scene fades out.*

Later On

*The Tron lights up as a video starts playing. The title screen comes up "One Badd Rumble in Oklahoma - by The Badd Boy". Then a shot of The Badd Boy is shown sitting in a dark room on a chair that is backwards. He is in a dirt white tank top as he looks into the camera.*

The Badd Boy: Assassin, who in the hell let you into this tournament? I mean, it's bad enough we have Chris Benoit running around here, we don't need more failed former wannabe superstars. Let me say what I know about Assassin, he has a habit of showing up for a couple of months, losing then disappearing. He then comes back, repeats the process and I think each time he pulls a Jarred Carthallion expecting everyone to fear him in some fashion because he came back. No Assassin, we remember you just fine from a few months back, and then the months before then, the times that you have really sucked it up. I think it's been a while, but I took you on, and I creamed you in the match. Assassin, you have the right attitude to make yourself great, but you don't have the other half of the equation. You don't have the skills it takes. Unfortunately for you, you just can't cut it around here with superstars like us. Will we even see you after you are promptly eliminated from the Battle Royal? I would almost bet that we won't. Assassin, I don't give you more than ten minutes of being in the ring. I mean, if you really think that you have what it takes, that's great, but you have to actually have what it takes to pull it off, and I don't think you have it. Scratch that, I know you don't have it, because I've been in the ring with you, and it just isn't there. Sorry Assassin, I mean I appreciate your heart behind the match, but sorry, just like the many others, you will be promptly eliminated.

*The scene changes as The Badd Boy is shown in the shadows of a dark alley. You can barely make him out as he stays lurking in the shadows.*

The Badd Boy: As far as Kaedon goes in this match. I’ll level with you. I really just can’t say that I believe you’ll be going very far in the match, because yes you have been strong competition in the low levels of the EMF but you are stepping out of your element here. In this battle royal Kaedon, you are taking yourself from the levels of the television championship, and the opening matches and thrusting yourself into matches with the best of the best in the federation. If you don’t think each and every one of us is hungry for that championship you have another thing coming. Us veterans that know what we are doing, we are looking at making this one hell of a rumble, and we are going to be sure that only the top six in the federation are left standing in the ring. Kaedon, you have a lot of heart, and you work d@mn hard at the level you compete at, it’s just…you can’t handle what you have gotten yourself into. I’m sorry man, but you will probably be eliminated rather quickly. You just don’t possess what you need to possess to be able to take on the Ikeda’s, or the sick gore core lovers. It’s just not in you. However, you are coming out here and trying, you deserve a little credit for that, and maybe in a couple of years you will be ready to try and hang as one of the top six, believe me I’d like to see you pull that off, but you aren’t in the top ranks of the EMF, so when it comes time for the elimination chamber, you will be sitting on the sidelines like the rest of the fans, and most of the superstars going into the ring will be.

*There is another transition where The Badd Boy is found sitting inside of a death cell.*

The Badd Boy: The legendary jobber Jarred Carthallion enters the battle royal as the first person to sign up. You know just when I think I can’t get any more cracks in about how incredibly stupid you are, you always provide me with fresh material Jarred. You were announcing yourself as first? Listen nimrod, if you would have payed any attention, you would see that my name was the first on the list. It was followed up by CM Punk, so you were somewhere underneath that, but that’s how our lives have been hasn’t it Jarred? An Ikeda always beating Jarred to the punch. I was the first to sign up and though you thought you were, that’s great, it’s nice that you like to play pretend as if anyone gives a d@mn about you anyway. Jarred, this was supposed to be your big come back, rumors are that you wanted to start up a winning streak and clean up your name, but as you learned from me a long time ago, and as you learned from Wes just recently, and on many repeated occasions before, you will always be a loser. You are not number one, number two, or even number three. No Jarred, you are washed up, because when you try to make things better, you fail, just so you can disappear and try it again, and again, and again. You don’t give up in trying over, but you will forever be known as the jobber, because you’ve only proven yourself to be a loser. I personally will see to your elimination, and will I ever enjoy it! I may actually have to fight Wes, but only over who will be the one who take you over the ropes….maybe we’ll even pull it off as a team. We’ll find out.

*As the next transition The Badd Boy is shown in the empty arena standing at the top of the ramp with a towel over his head. He points towards the camera in anger.*

The Badd Boy: Taz, since you were trying to clue me in on a little secret earlier, let me clue you in on one. You’ll be out of this rumble quicker than a flash, because by the time we finish our tag team match, there just won’t be anything left of you. So not only will I get to beat you once on the evening, I will then get to throw you out of the ring and watch your feet hit the floor and then watch you walk up the ramp for the second time on the night walking away a loser. Taz, I didn’t think I had a problem with you until this week, when I realized you just aren’t the man I thought you were. The problem is that you started talking…that was mistake number one on your part. Pretty much ruined any chance you had at being “intimidating” around here. Just like with the tag team championships, the world championship holds the same thing with me, it’s something I want, and will obtain again, and here I find little hateful Taz standing in my way telling me he wants it. Taz, you don’t want to have to be in that elimination chamber with me, because I will kill you in a non literal sense. But I don’t even want to see you make it to that match Taz, I want to personally grab you and toss you from the ring sending you on your way to the back where you belong. Sitting the sidelines. You don’t stand in the way of what I want Taz, because I always get what I want, and anyone who stands in my way will pay the price!

*The Badd Boy is then found standing in the back interview area as The Badd Boy stands there shirtless with his arms folded over his chest in an "X" formation.*

The Badd Boy: CM Punk, why in the hell did you sign up so quickly for this? Like you stand a chance at winning? Yeah right, and Jarred Carthallion’s record is actually true. Look Punk, all you have done in the past weeks is talk about how you hate Ikedaism and how you want to show your worth to gore core, but you haven’t been doing a d@mn thing along those lines. Punk, you’ve only been jobbing, to me none the less, so if you think I’m not going to be the person throwing you out think again. I’ve enjoyed pinning you the last couple of weeks, and knowing your shoulders were stuck to the ground, and that you couldn’t kick out and keep going because of the pain I put you through, that’s great. It won’t end in the battle royal, you are just another face in the crowd, another guy who is trying to stop me from the world championship because you think you can get a shot. Hell no you aren’t going to get a shot, and there’s a number of guys I wouldn’t mind seeing in the top six, and you aren’t one of them. It’s not that I don’t want to bash you in the elimination chamber and send you home packing after having the sh!t kicked out of you again, but you don’t deserve to even be in a match for the world championship. You don’t deserve to be in with the other top five guys of the federation, don’t make me laugh Punk. You will leave this match as quickly as you enter it, because you are another one of my targets, and for you that’s a very badd thing.

*The following scene is The Badd Boy standing in the hallway wearing a black vest with black leather pants and a giant belt buckle. He has a fake bull tattoo on his arm, but looks very uncomfortable.*

The Badd Boy: Oooh, now The Rock is replacing Tyrant, oh now this will mix things up in the battle royal…or not. Considering neither of you would stand a chance. Rocky, you bailed out of the tag team tournament, so if you can’t fight two guys with a partner, what makes you think you can handle five other guys with no partner inside an elimination chamber? I don’t know what in the hell happened with you through the past year, but you were once great, and now you are just another lowly person on the list of the EMF jobbers. Rock, like many of the other guys I don’t see you making it to the top six. You just don’t seem to have the desire that you have had in the past for things on a much lower scale. Rock, you are not a feared superstar, and no one gives a d@mn about you anymore. When we hear the name The Rock, we think oh no, hope he doesn’t job in the first five seconds, because we want a match. The Rock has just become a small pebble that will be swept out of my path to the elimination chamber which will lead to my championship. Rocky, whether it’s myself or someone else, you will be eliminated. In the passion I’ve seen out of you in the past I would love to see you in the top six, but since I’ve seen you lack that desire I don’t want you there. I only want to see five other guys like me, the best the federation has to offer, the guys with not only talent, but the want to win. You don’t have that Rocky, so people like you will just simply end up on the losing end.

*The Badd Boy is now found just standing in the middle of a residential neighborhood in a pair of jeans, a black stuntman t-shirt and a backwards black fitted cap.*

The Badd Boy: Now Josh Hanley, I can’t say that I have the slightest clue who in the hell you are, but you look impressive. I don’t know about talent wise, but you have an amazing gift…the gift to repeat yourself. You are just as long winded as I am, I’ll give you that. You can keep on talking until the cows come home…did I just say that? Anyway, the problem is that when you talk you have this habit of saying the same things over and over and over again in one sitting which is just a waste of EMF money who has to pay for that air time, and the wages of the camera man and the production people. The poor camera man who is more bored than anyone has to sit through all of that. It’s something that comes with a lot of rookies, a big mouth, but we’ll see what you can back up. If you make it to the top six, that’s great, because I’m known as the rookie killer, and all I see is just another rookie who thinks they are great. Well I love taking rookie egos and crushing them back down to size. So if you want to see me in the elimination chamber, you had better avoid me, otherwise I will show you what a veteran in the ring knows if you come screw with me Josh. I fear no man, and just because they talk a lot, that doesn’t mean a d@mned thing to me. I talk a lot, but at least I’m not so repetitious. So feel free to show us everything you have rook, but try not to be too disappointed if you aren’t ranking up amongst the top in the federation.

*A new shot comes up at the St. Louis Zoo, in the children's petting zoo where The Badd Boy is sitting in front of some ferocious looking bunny rabbits, one of which is missing a tooth.*

The Badd Boy: Ha ha ha, Chris Benoit signed up for the Battle Royal too? Wow Chris, you couldn’t survive TAW, you won’t survive the tag team match, so you must really be riding high on the hope that you can pull something out of your @$$ at the Rumble aren’t you? Oh hell no Benoit, your toothless aggression isn’t going to cut it here. Just another one of my targets that I plan on seeking out and eliminating. Maybe if you would have done the right thing and helped me keep more of TAW alive I would respect you more, but I am really have troubles respecting you now with your return, because you don’t really know your roots it seems. Benoit, I am going to be gleeful when I fight you, and I beat the hell out of you twice in one evening and see to it that you get thrown right over the ropes. I’m not looking to eliminate you quickly though, I’m looking to make sure you get one hell of an @$$ kicking at Dark Horizon. You’ll know your roots by the end of the night, because your roots will be kicking your @$$! I will be your roots, I will be your reminder of Total Attitude. Chris, I am one of the EMF’s greatest superstars, you don’t have the gas in your tank to come close to what I am. Try as you might, I will personally see to it that you fail on this evening, that you just don’t make it to the end. I don’t want to see you in the elimination chamber, because it would be a disgrace if you had a shot at the world championship. I hope that weights on your mind when we get in the ring.

*The Badd Boy hitting a time of low creativity is just shown in giant empty white space.*

The Badd Boy: My own brother is in this match up, which a couple of years ago would have been to my disadvantage. At that time Wes was still trying to mature with the company and instead of wrestling this match logically he would have just targeted me and saw to it that I lost even if it cost him. But that’s changed, we both changed, he’s matured and improved himself more than I could ever imagine. I know Wes is a top six competitor. Hell he’s number two right there next to me at number one. We dominated the tag team circuit, and we will see to it that no one can eliminate us. It’s always best to have a team mate, and in this match, there’s no denying that we will keep our team work alive, because we don’t have to beat each other. We just have to make it to the final six. It’s bad enough that these other guys have to wrestle one Ikeda, but we’re giving them two for the same price. So if you are hated by one of us, sucks to be you, but if you are hated by both of us, don’t come to the ring. You already know you don’t stand a chance. And to Wes, my brother, I want to wish you good luck on the match and I would like to congratulate you right now in case I forget later. Congratulations on winning one half of the tag team championships with your astounding partner, and congrats on showing the world what they already knew by making yourself amongst the elite EMF’ers as you become part of the top six along with me. You have my back, and I’ll have yours!

*The transition turns everything black then The Badd Boy is found standing in the ring win a black hooded robe.*

The Badd Boy: Prophecy, I don’t really know you that well since you are a new comer to us, but I will tell you that I like you. Any man who tries to strike fear in the heart of Jarred Carthallion is a good man. Join the Jarred haters Prophecy. I don’t know if you have good wrestling skills, or the right attitude, but I really don’t care, because none-the-less I like you since you don’t like Jarred and I’d like to be against you in the elimination chamber. So don’t screw that up by messing with me. Do I make myself clear? I don’t give a d@mn if you are fulfilling some prophecy, or if you think you are a prophet, or whatever in the hell you think you are, the bottom line is that if you screw with me I will be sure that you don’t accomplish any of your goals. I’m not scared to beat the hell out of another punk kid because he thought that The Badd Boy was just a pushover. Oh hell no, I don’t show favoritism to my opposition. You aren’t my team mate, so you are my opposition when it comes to the Battle Royal. So prep yourself prophecy, and do your d@mndest against Jarred Carthallion, but if I so much as get an inkling of a feeling that you are trying to get rid of me, I’ll plant you on your non prophetic @$$ ruining very quickly anything that you have a chance at getting started in the near future. The reason I’m one of the best is because I can take punks like you that I don’t know and turn them into saw dust. I just hope you heed my warning, or else…

*"Or Else" flashes on the screen then The Badd Boy is standing in a Karate outfit with his hair colored gray.*

The Badd Boy: Eric Bischoff are you freaking kidding me!? Eric, I’ll be blunt with you, I would love to beat the hell out of you, just because you carry that Eric Bischoff attitude. I don’t have to know you real well to not care much for you, and trust me, I know what goes on with you and Wes, but he sure as hell didn’t enjoy entertaining the idea in anyway that you and him were best buds or that he should be your counselor. It’s bad enough that you are at the age you are at trying to wrestle now? All you lay claim to is your martial arts skills, and all I’ve ever seen out of you is a kick. Wow Eric, there’s something that can’t be done by anyone who has the ability to lift their legs with the exception of short and stubby Taz. I won’t eliminate you though Eric, I’ll let Wes do that, because I’m sure he’d jump on the opportunity. So grandpa, I’m glad that you think you might be able to pull off one hell of an upset and make it to the top six, but I don’t see it happening. Not to mention you wouldn’t want to be in the chamber with Wes and I, because it would only prove to be very brutal for you, and you’d never want to hear the words wrestling ring ever again. This battle royal just isn’t going to be your style Eric. Your style is sitting at home fixing your comb over trying to act twenty when you are old enough to be my father just about. You keep being your sleaze ball self and please try not to embarrass yourself too badly in the match. Better yet, don’t let us embarrass you too badly.

*The Badd Boy is shown in a cafeteria surrounded by forks all around covered in kethcup.*

The Badd Boy: Oh no, not gore core again, not barbwire Chris, he might kick my…no wait never mind I assisted in kicking his @$$ last week. Chris, why you even chose to speak I don’t know, but you don’t even have the right to speak, because I heard and dealt with enough of your sh!t in the past few weeks, and you proved to just be a loser and prove that your gore core is nothing but a bunch of crap. You can take your sick jokes and your poking at yourself somewhere else. Go play with a fork or something, because I know I hate you, Wes hates you, and we’ll see to it that you don’t survive in that ring. I know how much you hate me, and you hate my name, basically you hate the family that bares the name. Oh well, you can hate it, but you still have to deal with the fact that we have whooped your sorry @$$ time and time again. That won’t change at the battle royal. As far as I’m concerned I don’t want to see you getting any title shots so I want to see you eliminated from the match up, and that is going to be very probable. If I got you in that elimination chamber Chris, I would show you that any match can be a gore core match if you know how to do it right, and I will show you I have a pain threshold like no other, and I would beat your @$$. So I’m doing you a favor if either Wes or myself eliminates you early. In the end Chris, you’ll be what you always have been. A loser Chris, it’s all you amount too. After all, you aren’t as hard as you would like everyone to think that you are. I’ve proven it before and I’ll prove it again.

*The screen starts showing a bunch of flames then The Badd Boy walking on hot coals. He then gets off of them and reaches down turning a switch off that made the light under the plastic coals go off. He looks up at the camera.*

The Badd Boy: It is good to see my ol’ pal Kane again. How the hell have you been? Still calling people homosexuals? Has the ceiling in your house collapsed yet because of that ring that you foundation can’t support? Roof caught on fire because you are a stupid @$$ who shoots pyrotechnics off in his house? I mean come on, what’s been going on? Or have you just been burning more stuffed animals again trying to show your big bad intimidation techniques? If you didn’t learn your lesson the first time, I sure as hell hope you learn it the second time. You are a big guy, I’ll say that much about you, but you prove the old saying right, the bigger they are the dumber they are. You are definitely one of the stupidest wrestlers I’ve ever met, and you are among the least scary Kane. I would love to throw your @$$ out of the ring and send you down to the ground and then get to see the look on your face as you realize that you are gone and you have no chance. Kane, it just isn’t your time. You aren’t ready to tackle the task of fighting for the world championship. If you got into that match with the rest of us that will be in there, you would look like a fool. I’m just forewarning you now before you go and make the mistake of trying to get to the match, but it shouldn’t be a worry, since after all those of us that are going to be in that match like myself and Wes, we will see to it that you never make it that far!

*The camera starts to show a church, but then starts shaking and it goes back to the white empty space.*

The Badd Boy: Mordecai, who in the blue hell are you again? I saw you saying your prayers to your father, but I have quite the back ground in the only true religion found in Christianity, and that sure as heck wasn’t Christianity you were babbling. There was nothing biblical about the last time you spoke, so you listen to the voices in your head. Not only that but you pray to things you create in your own imagination, that’s great stuff for you there guy. I know a lot of people like you, listening to the voices in your head. Bunch of nutcases I swear. You won’t be the first nutcase I’ve stepped into the ring with, and you probably won’t be the last, but still you will just line yourself up with the number of them that have fallen. Wasabi is a guy I thought was completely nuts back in the day and he couldn’t ever beat me one on one. The difference between the two of you is the fact that he knew he was nuts and he just liked messing with people, and he had wrestling talent. You don’t have any of the above there kid. As far as I’m concerned you’re just a dark Undertaker wannabe. Soon he’ll be calling you a homosexual probably. So Mordecai, you can keep on talking with the voices in your head, and have yourself a good ol’ time, but I hope they have a good sense of humor to try and help pull you out of your state of depression when you land on the outside proving to be another person who couldn’t out last The Badd Boy.

*The next shot is The Badd Boy in Wisconsin standing in front of a bunch of packer fans that have cheese hats on their heads.*

The Badd Boy: Edgeheads around the world unite! Oh wait, sorry that’s stolen from someone else. Plus there are no edgeheads around here. Listen Edge, from what I’ve seen you have a lot of energy in the ring, and you can be very charismatic, but you haven’t shown that world championship material yet. It seems like for you some of the parts are there, but you are lacking so much still, which his a d@mn shame, really it is. I don’t think I’d mind seeing you in the top six, since you seem like you really want it, and you haven’t given me any problems to date, but I also haven’t learned much about you. You could make a huge mistake and start being a d!ck to me in the ring, I don’t know what will happen. And no matter what my goal is to make the top six and the only way to make it to the top six is to throw whoever you can out of the ring. I can’t get too picky, can’t really choose the top six myself. The only person I can be sure to keep in is Wes, so Edge, even if you don’t do anything to out right attack me if an opportunity arises I may have to throw you on over the top just like anyone else. I would apologize, if I were sorry, but I’m not, because I really don’t give a d@mn who in the hell you are or who you want to be. All I know is that I plan on being in the elimination chamber and if you are a man I have to go to get there, then so be it. I’ll be locked in that chamber winning the belt, you’ll be just another victim.

Oh darn it, I stole that one too, oh well.

*Finally "The End" shows on the Tron as the camera finds The Badd Boy standing on the ramp with a microphone.*

The Badd Boy: Looks like it's going to be one Badd rumble, I'm going to be in the top six, get ready.

*"Just 2 Badd" plays as The Badd Boy smiles his usual cocky grin and goes back behind the curtain.*


The End
Out Of Character (OOC) Message: No OOC Message.

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