Role Play Background: Tony "The Badd Boy" Ikeda. A man who has made himself a legend in extreme no rules fighting. Relentless, resilliant, flamboyant, a hard working man. A man who has pushed more boundries than any man before him. Conquering federations then moving on taking the next by storm. Climbing ladders, going on large winning streaks, taking gold whenever he feels like it. Sucking in, chewing up, and spitting out each opponent. A married man whom loves his wife dearly and wouldn't stoop to some trash picked up by other guys. The Badd One you would think would quit and be done while he's young since he has it made, but something in his heart won't let this stubborn man give in. He continues to move on in his extreme ways and refuses to lie down for anybody.
*The Badd Boy Tony Ikeda in a Just 2 Badd T-Shirt, jeans, and holding onto his Extreme Championship walks up onto the rooftop of the hotel finding his wife doing some of her training exercises.*
The Badd Boy: Hey mind if I join you?
Ashlee: Nah, I was just saying some words to Julia Lynn Stevens, you know, about how I am about to become the women's champion.
The Badd Boy: I see, that you will. As usual the best in the business.
*The Badd Boy sees the camera man there that Ashlee was talking to.*
The Badd Boy: I hope they pay you extra for these trips you have to make.
*The Camera man nods and The Badd Boy climbs up onto the ledge of the roof standing on it looking over the city.*
The Badd Boy: Hazard, that's exactly what this roof top is. It is a Hazard considering there is nothing here to keep me from going over the edge other than my own two feet. I could easily just with the twitch of a muscle be falling down to the ground of the streets below most likely killing myself. A scary position to be in, but don't worry I wouldn't resort to such measures, that is just the way out for selfish cowards, but I have been thinking. Hazard, are you supposed to pose a threat to me like this Hazard here does? Or like the water hazards do to golfers waiting to steal their golf balls, you sit there lying in wait, fairly silent wanting to steal my title, my hard earned championship. Sounds like a rather easy task doesn't it? I could easily fall, a ball could easily roll into the water, but Hazard, no you are not going to find such a task to be so easy. The reason I haven't went off of the roof is because I have the sense of mind to know where I am at and what I am doing at all times. I can keep myself under control and only allow my body to do what I want it to do. In the ring, that's a lot of things I can do. The reason opponents have feared me in the past wasn't because I could talk the talk, but because I could walk the walk and always keep them guessing. Never knowing whether I would knock you on the ground and slap you in the figure four, or fly off of the top with a shooting star press, whether I would power bomb, or pile drive you down to the map. What about basic grappling just to plant you onto the mat, or even straight brawling, and finish things off with a nice super kick or my personal favorite my Full Nelson Suplex Slam and d@mn near snap your neck in two. If all else fails, just pick up a sledgehammer and beat you into submission. You just don't know and that is what has kept me alive and badd for as long as it has. Opponent after opponent has came up to me and thought they figured me out and as soon as they were sure they knew what was next I blindsided them and caught them off guard putting myself in the obvious advantage. On the flip side, I have been able to endure more pain and hardships then any man ever before in this sport. I could let you do your worst for thirty minutes straight, but I would get up and keep coming. Once you exhaust all of your resources, BAM, down you go. It's a game I like to play, sure I tell everyone else that this is no game fighting me in the ring. It isn't to anyone else, except me. Not a game for goofing off purposes, but a game of strategy, to not only out fight, or to out maneuver, but to pull the greatest trick of all, to out think your opponent. There aren't much better satisfactions in this world then knowing that the man across from you in the ring is completely dumbfounded and clueless as to what to do next. Allow that man, in this case you Hazard to just become desperate. The reason I have always held my dominance in the extreme division is because that is where I fit in, it's where I can go to any length and until my opponent has been defeated the match does not stop. I don't need hardcore rules to cheat, I need hardcore rules to know that the match can go on and on until one man gives. It jus proves who is the better of the men, and who has to rely on the ability to cheat. Hazard, that's what I see you doing, probably some psycho nut that would attempt to bomb down the building in hopes that all of the charred rubble would be enough wait to keep my down on my back so you could pin me. Please little man, do what you want, try what you want, but don't be expecting a win, because I am just stubborn enough to even keep coming after you with a d@mned building on the top of me. There is just this surge of power, strength and energy that I feel when I step foot in the ring. I'm not always sure if it is the fans, or if it is just the fact that I am there in the ring, or the thrill of beating the snot out of someone and not being punished for it, but you will get a little taste of that electricity. I'm going to level with you, I am still not one hundred percent, but I am still a very dangerous man. Even below one hundred percent I am a champion. Hazard bring me everything in your body that you can when we meat at Rush, but I will take you down. It's Just Too Badd that you won't be able to remember a thing when you wake up in the hospital.
*The Badd Boy takes off his Just 2 Badd shirt throwing it to Ashlee revealing his "Dangerous" Danny Lane shirt underneath.*
Ashlee: What are you doing Tony?
The Badd Boy: Oh the shirt? Sorry, merchandising asked me to promote the shirt since it's on discount this week. Couple hundred bucks straight cash for wearing it on TV.
*The Badd Boy takes it off throwing it over the side of the building letting it fall to the ground. He is now shirtless.*
Ashlee: Why did you do that?
The Badd Boy: I had no more use for it, I'm sure there will be some DEWF fan down there who picks it up, it would excite them more than anyone.
Ashlee: Why not throw your own shirt over?
The Badd Boy: Because you have it.
*Ashlee chucks it over the roof.*
Ashlee: Now get down off of that ledge you are starting to scare me.
*The Badd Boy jumps off of the side but not back onto the roof, rather over the side of the building.*
Ashlee: OH MY GOSH!
*She rushes to the side of the building peering over only to see The Badd One about a foot from her face standing on the patio that stretches out from the room it is connected to on the top floor of the hotel.*
Ashlee: You scared me to death!
The Badd Boy: Sorry.
*Ashlee smacks him across the face for the stupidity. He kind of smiles at her though. He opens the door to the hotel room from the outside since it was his room. He goes through and goes back up to the roof to continue training with Ashlee. The camera man leaves to go on about his business.*
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