Role Play Background:
One week ago a very sick Degenerate was in the ring taking on Wes Ikeda, The Badd Boy's brother. Degenerate was pretty sick, and still is this week. None-the-less new comer Enforcer, the man who can't seem to win if his life depended on hit came out and attacked Degenerate from behind right at the end of Degenerate's match with Wes. He then proudly bragged about it, so later on in the night, during Enforcer's match, The Badd Boy Tony Ikeda, Degenerate's good friend went out and got some vengeance. The Badd Boy returned the favor to Enforcer and screwed him out of the match. The Badd Boy whom showed that very uncharacteristic maneuver, was proving that he'll do anything to help a friend in need. This week Enforcer furious that someone would pull his own trick on him, like a child seeks to one up The Badd Boy. However The Badd One is ready, and is willing to show The Enforcer why you don't mess with the Intercontinental Champion and his friend. The Badd Boy goes one on one with Enforcer in a non-title match to show him just whom is he messing with and is going to give him just a brief taste of what to expect in the Extreme Measures Federation.
*The camera man turns on the camera as it shows The Badd Boy standing in a car that rises up into the mountains. Behind him is a majestic view of Colorado with sno capped mountains, and the view to the ground shows the drop is quite far. The Badd Boy is wearing a pair of jeans, and has a leather jacket on. He holds his Intercontinental Championship over his shoulder. The sun is high in the sky leaving the background sky to be a bright blue. The Badd Boy smiles as he rubs his hands together, and looks directly into the camera.*
The Badd Boy: Enforcer, allow me to introduce you to the Real Extreme Measures Federation. Sure I know you have had a couple of matches to get you going and I know you think you are a tough guy around here because you got a couple of wins. Well, what you haven't gotten is to face a real competitor yet. That's where I come in. Now I see the rookie glare in your eye, I can see that glare in all of the rookies and it makes me laugh, really it does. You think that by stepping in here, and you get a shot at someone like me who is the current Intercontinental Champion and has held this championship for roughly ten months now, the man who is also the tag team champion, who has been the world champion, the long time extreme champion, and the Attitude Internet champion. You think that during my time with the EMF I have been relatively lucky, and that I really don't have the top notch skills it takes to be a competitor. Don't try to fool me boy, I know what you are thinking. You have this feeling that you will come in here and that you will beat me then try to prove that you are the best that has ever stepped foot in that door. Let me let you in on a little secret. You aren't the first person who has thought that and you won't be the last. That EMF front door might as well be a revolving door because people like you are a dime a dozen. It's people like myself who posses the rare qualities it takes to hold onto the top of the ladder. I was a break out rookie myself and did a lot of damage and never really quit. Now I'm better than I have ever been and what I love to do in my job is show someone like you that you can keep your gums flapping as long as you want, but the truth is, is that you are going to lose and you are going to get a harsh dose of reality. What you are going to learn is that like every other man you must work and earn what you get around here, and that barging in the door doesn't mean crap to me at all. You don't possess the talents needed to hang at the top level. Boy I will test you little man. I just have this feeling lately, that I love doing what I do, but what I love to do now is reminiscent of what I loved when I started this business. I feel like giving my opponent, in this case you, a lot of pain. You may look at me, and just because my pectorals aren't the size of air balloons doesn't mean I don't have what it takes. I am an all rounder and you will find fighting someone like me is very hard. You want to go pound for pound, slug it out in a brawl, I'll lay you out. I can out wrestle you and pull tricks you've never seen before. I can over power you, I can out run you. Speed is a key quality. If you think I am afraid to get dangerous on the top, you are wrong I rather prefer aerial maneuvers, the moment when you leap from the turnbuckle and just hope it hits is one hell of an adrenaline rush. Get me on the outside and we will go hardcore, right where my roots run. I know submission moves out the wazoo and could have you tapping like a baby. The best out of all of those, is that I can out think you. Young rooks like yourself are easy to out think when it comes down to the line. Your ever move is so predictable. I will find your routine, and I will find my way of destroying it. It's harder to fight a veteran, because guys like me we are a little nuts. We love to mix things up so you don't know what is coming. That's the whole point to the match always be two steps ahead of your opponent, and I will be three. I expect that you will become quite frustrated with me because you won't know what to expect, and it will seem your every attempt was futile. Which in truth, it was. Every single thing you try to pull, you can consider it a waste of time. There's a good reason why I am the long time Intercontinental Champion, and that is because I have worked long and hard at it. I have paid my dues in the times that I have been ready, and in the times that I wasn't ready. You just don't realize that you are dealing with the Baddest Man on the planet. Oh and please bring the enforcement. I want to see you try and enforce anything. If nothing else I will be forcing you back out the door, and I hope you enjoy the sites of the bright lights, because if you are lucky I won't snap your neck when I finish you off, and while you are out of it and can only hear the ...one...two...three, you will have a great view of the lights. Sounds like you are in for a very Badd Day!
*The Badd Boy flashes a trademark smile and the car starts descending back down to its destination point. The camera fades out.*
*The Badd Boy is grabbing his bags and getting out of the car as long time friend CaRnAgE comes up to him. The camera is on them.*
CaRnAgE: Yo, have you gotten a good look at this guy you are facing?
The Badd Boy: Yeah, can't say that I was impressed though.
CaRnAgE: That's no joke, so you caught the promo?
The Badd Boy: When I stopped by the hotel it was airing on television. Some sad stuff.
CaRnAgE: Who was the guy he beat up? A midget?
The Badd Boy: It was someone who was very weak. I'm sorry, but you have to be a real pussy to be a full grown man and not be able to lift yourself from duct tape. Especially with the weird angle you'd have to be at on the table and your feet have to be touching the ground.
CaRnAgE: I bet Enforcer hand picked him.
The Badd Boy: Well if you were wanting to look tough without really being tough wouldn't you pick someone who couldn't defend himself? Or play pool?
CaRnAgE: That's true.
*The Badd Boy notices the camera.*
The Badd Boy: Well man, you know I can't keep my mouth shut on that one. Cam man is here, so I've got business to take care of.
CaRnAgE: I understand. I'll catch ya later.
The Badd Boy: Sounds good man, later.
*CaRnAgE walks into the main building.*
The Badd Boy: You never lossed, you never lossed, I'm such an abomination. Might I add blah blah blah. Face it Enforcer, you are a loser. As far as calling me an abomination, and a talentless jobber, wow, that hurts really it does. Yeah...or not. Listen, it's me who has the proven track record here in the EMF, and it's you who picks on little wuss boys in pool halls and calls people he does not know jobbers. Ok, so who is the talentless loser here again? As far as me interfering in your match, well I don't do that too often, but the key thing is that you just don't want to piss me off. I'll get more on this later.
Now you try to make it sound like I have never faced someone stuck in the fairy tale land that you are stuck in. I have faced many guys like you who were better than you are. You want someone who in his own mind thinks he's a crazy psychopath, go talk to Angelus Archer. You like to pick on people who are maybe eighty pounds soaking wet, and he likes to pick on the homeless, and you both think you are nuts and tough guys, but are nothing but little girls at heart. You'd get a long real well. Yes, you made it very clear that I am facing the man who will enforce my punishment, yeah and I almost gave a crap. As far as my reasoning behind attacking, you my "ultimate sin" blah! You went and attacked my friend Degenerate. Now here's the funny part, you gloated about it like it was some great accomplishment that you went in, and back fought a guy who just got done with a match and was winded. Wow Enforcer, you deserve a freakin' cookie for that. Listen numb nuts, I don't know what your major malfunction is, but here's the deal. You attacked my good friend whom could easily wipe the floor with your @$$ if you weren't a back fighter and a man who has to wait until one man is worn to glorify himself. I came out and hit you, not for my own glorification, but just to let you know, that whatever you do will be payed back to you a hundred fold. I hate having to come out and attack others, but you asked for it. You touch D and you mess with Double B. That's why I came out and hit you. It pissed you off, yeah well I hope it did, but you have no right getting mad if someone returns you a favor when you did it someone else. Not unless you would proudly proclaim yourself to be a hypocrite. As far as not understanding what I'm getting into with you and not getting who you are. I know exactly who you are, I can read you like a book. Here's a little something else you didn't know about me. You said I will pay with my blood and my bones, and that you are going to bring all of this pain to me? Well just bring it then. The pain is a joy to me, it's a sudden rush that I don't mind feeling. This is not to be confused with someone like Angelus Archer who blows a load in his pants all over himself every time he pulls a hang nail, and I don't sit and home scarring myself, because it's supposed to be a fun time activity, but no rather when I get into the ring I have no fear of what is coming to me. I want you to bring me all of the pain you claim you are going to give out. I want you to give me everything you have and then some. Don't hold back, let it all flow, and beat me however you feel you need to beat me, but when the smoke clears, when your arms are like jello, and you have not one ounce of strength in your body. When you are smiling because you think I am done and you can polish me off, I am going to stand up, I am going to brush off my arms, give a little wink as to say nice try, then I'm going to return it to you. If you matched your one hundred percent to mine, you will see that it's like comparing a twig to a red oak tree. I will outlast you, I will give more than you, for as long as you can go, I can go, and I will go longer. You want to bring damage to me, I welcome it and I hope you can give me everything you've got. You'll find that it is simply not enough Enforcer, and you will have to go home and wait until next week to find some other chump, but just to add insult in injury I may leave you in the hospital, and while you are laying in the bed, you can remember who put you there and who put you in your place!
As far as you wanting the Intercontinental Title goes? I don't care. I'm not against giving out title shots, but this title is a high level title. You couldn't even get a shot at the Extreme title. You have a lot more to go around here before you get a shot. Why don't you treat this as a number one contendors match? If you can beat me tonight, then after I beat my brother in two weeks, then you get your shot. However, you lose, then you go somewhere else, because I will be through with you. This championship stands for being one of the best, not for being a lucky rookie. It took me a long d@mn time to reach this platform in my life. A little over a year of me being here in the EMF is how long it took for me to grasp a hold of this championship, and I have beaten men that would beat you in a flash, so someone of your calibur just doesn't worry me. I know where I stand on the ladder, and I will show you where your place at the bottom is. The silencer, the final enforcement, just another victim? All of that is supposed to come upon me. I welcome you to bring everything to me, but none of it will come about the way you want it to Enforcer. Oh no your time is up. This week on Shockwave, you will have ran smack dab into a solid wall. You prove your worth to me, or you get the hell out of my way. So the true decision isn't up to me, it's up to you. Are you going to swallow your pride and admit that you can't just walk in and be the king, or are you going to make me show you where you stand? There's a reason that I'm just too badd, and you will find out why!
*The Badd Boy walks in the door and the camera man follows him. There's Degenerate standing there. Degenerate looks at Badd Boy then stretches his neck out showing it's just fine.*
The Badd Boy: That's pretty funny D. He thought he had you.
Degenerate: Yeah he did, but much to his dismay he'll find that he never really had me.
The Badd Boy: I hear that. So the neck doesn't hurt a bit?
Degenerate: Nope not at all, as a matter of fact, I went to the back, shrugged it off, drank some water, realized what a dork he was because he is proud he could hit a man from behind after he's just fought a match, then I felt pretty good.
The Badd Boy: Awesome, I hope to get some vengeance tonight.
Degenerate: I'm rooting for you.
The Badd Boy: *Laughing* good I'm rooting for me too. Heh, how's that stomach flu?
Degenerate: I've still got a case of it this week. I know I've got off next week, so I'm hoping I can heel up. I hope it doesn't affect me too much this week. It really messes with the head.
The Badd Boy: I understand, well man I have to head to my locker room. Later D.
Degenerate: Later man.
*Camera fades out!*
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