Role Play Background: "The Badd Boy" Tony Ikeda. A man who has been making his mark known in the DEWF started yet another hardcore/extreme legacy. The Badd One prepares himself for his first pay-per-view in a few months. The first of the DEWF. A match with much on the line. Not only is his Extreme title on the line, but so is Gambit's Intercontinental championship. Winner walks away a deul champion. This is the Badd One's goal, and he isn't leaving florda without his belts, no questions asked.
*The camera focuses in on a boulder along the coast of the eastern floridan coast in the ocean. Waves crash upon the bottom of the large boulder creating a white foam upon the blue waters. As the zoom becomes closer it finds The Badd Boy himself sitting upon the boulder in a pair of jean shorts, and his own black T-shirt with "Just 2 Badd" written on the front in blue lettering, and the same lettering spelling out "The Badd Boy" on the back. He has his Extreme championship over his shoulder as he stares out upon the incoming waves. He notices the camera which is able to establish audio and video clear feeds. The Badd Boy just turns back towards the waters pondering...*
The Badd Boy: Gambit, do not pretend as if you are not listening, I know better. Around here everyone is listening to everyone as things are only just beginning for the DEWF. Gambi boy, please tell me you are not trying to copy off of the X-Men character from the comic book series. I mean honostly, just be original. Sometimes it's not the gimmick that makes the wrestler, it's how much alike the gimmick is with the person. Take me for instance, the type of person I am, do I seem like a fabricated person created by some bored suit in the main offices? No, it's all me, it's all my originality. I am who I am. You, who are you? Intercontinental champion? Please, cut me a break. I think I have seen you around once. Are you supposed to be here for the fans? If so then the poor people don't stand a chance. You don't entertain them, hell, I don't even think that Prez Boy Dan is entertained by you. Your championship? It was a fluke. Ok so the DEWF made one mistake, so sue them, noone is perfect we can only try to be the best we can be. I guess I can not really talk trash about your character, everyone does have to make a living, but wouldn't you have done just fine back in small town nowheresville filling up the gas? Gambit you are pathetic to me to be brutally honost. If a man is a champion, then he should stand up and be what he claims to be. The belt doesn't make the man, the man behind the belt makes the champion. If there has ever been a disgrace to a championship it is probably you holding your belt. Why didn't I just whip you when I had the chance to do so when we first started. I should have stepped up and said ok, I want Gambit we will see who is the man, but no need. It was just a matter of time before the paths crossed. Here they are crossing at the Pay-Per-View. The very first DEWF Pay-Per-View and history is supposed to be made. For the first time a double champion will be crowned. That sounds good, the Extreme-Inter-Continental champion. One man holds more in the business than most others can even dream about for a lifetime. I would be willing to put a money down bet to say that the man to come out the winner in this contest could be the top name in the business. That name doesn't always have to go to the world champion. Gambit, there are no flying flaming ace cards up the sleeve to help you through the match. No it is to be put simply a one on one man versus man contest. The bottom line is this Gamberino, I do not really care for you, you may not care for me, I guess I would actually have to care. I never joined this business to make friends, no I joined this business to be the absolute un-deniable best. Sometimes that type of success does not just get handed to you. No you have to go out there and earn it, climbing the ladder and taking your time. My plan exactly, one by one triumph over the competition and before long I have to be noticed. There is just no way to get around it. I am using you Gumby, I am using you to propel myself where it is I need to be in this business. To be where I belong, and you, to put you where you belong, right back at the bottom starting off again. The bottom of the barrel of monkey's, the bottom of the food chain, the guy who takes what he gets just so he can keep the money flowing into his wallet. Sound like a place you want to be Gumby? I am sure it isn't, but you also don't always get to choose what cards life deals you, so welcome to a harsh lesson in the reality of life. An in-escapable bite in the butt that will remind you daily who it was that put you in your place. The name that has angered many, and able to be forgotten by none. The Badd Boy, sometimes just refered to as Double B. You can stick to The Badd Boy, and remember why you were proven to be nothing more then a hopefull rookie looking for fame and fortune, but barking up the wrong tree. Life sucks sometimes there Gums. Fine and dandy with me, because after the match when you go down, I move up, and I keep going until the day that I decide I am done. There is nothing else that could stop me. Only I can stop me, and that's all there is to it. Gambit, this is my opportunity that I am taking full advantage of, to put you out of your misery and show the world that The Badd Boy is a Force of One to be reckoned with.
*The Badd Boy just smirks and stares off into the deep horizon for a while more. The screen fades.*
*The Badd Boy is in the parking lot of the arena where a large man walks up to him. The man is about seven foot four hunded pounds of pure muscle a walking wall of it more or less. The man is a fellow wrestling buddy of The Badd Boy's......CaRnAgE!*
CaRnAgE: Well I'll be d@mned if it isn't the man I have been looking for, ol' Double B. Partner in crime ever since we were in diapers.
The Badd Boy: Holy crap dude, what brings you in town?
CaRnAgE: It is the big pay-per-view extravaganza, couldn't miss it for the world. I got me a backstage pass and came out looking for you to wish you some good luck as if you needed it.
The Badd Boy: Thanks I appreciate it. I know if you are here then ol' D can't be far behind.
CaRnAgE: Degenerate? Yeah he is in the weight training room. He said for me to tell you if I found you to go meet him.
The Badd Boy: I will have to do that. So where are your seats?
CaRnAgE: Front row, your first Pay-Per-View in a while, wouldn't sit anywhere else.
The Badd Boy: No stealing any of the food from your neighbors and try not to block the view of the person behind you.
CaRnAgE: I think I can manage. So who's this Gambit punk, easy pickins?
The Badd Boy: Nah, I wouldn't go as far as to say he is easy, but I definately expect a win.
CaRnAgE: Oh gee, Double B pulls off a victory, should I be shocked now or later?
The Badd Boy: Smart @$$.
CaRnAgE: D@mn straight. Well, we can talk later after the event, I need a beer so I am going to go grab me one. Later.
The Badd Boy: Later.
*CaRnAgE walks off. The Badd Boy notices a camera near by watching him. The Badd Boy signals it to follow him as he sits upon a railing in the parking lot.*
The Badd Boy: The Extreme Championship, this title means a lot to me. I know past histories mean nothing, but just to make a quick statement, everywhere I have gone I have became the Extreme slash Hardcore legend. Dominating the division. This is the division where you prove to yourself, your fans, your friends, your family, and the world how much your blood and guts mean to them all and this business. I care a lot about it, more then you could ever imagine. The extreme division, means the rules get thrown out the window. Many look at that as an opportunity to cheat and get gold out of it. No, that is not my intentions nor my outlook. They way I see no rules is by as a champion you can not get out easily of a match and retain your gold when things are not tipping the scale in your favor. There are no disqualifications, or count-outs, or any other manners of being able to escape. No you have to fight like a man, and the match can not end until one opponent is down and out. No running what-so-ever. No boys aloud here, sorry Gumby if that offends you. As if I really cared what offended you or not, but anways.....Men of men those are the champions here. The men who can take everything that they dish out. The more the pain the better really, because that just makes it easier next time. After enough time the calices build, and the pain, it doesn't become a problem. Rather that is when the fun begins, because you can start un-locking the parts of the mind that show you the ways of causing the most pain upon oppenents. Gamberini, will you join me in my next session? One more match to take a man to his limit, take him to his threshhold, then take him over the edge and put him out for the big one. Actually the big one, two three. No when I say pain, I do not necessarrily mean by weapons of sorts, pain comes just as easily by basic legal in-ring maneuvers. Just trust me I have done my studying on the subject. It is the division I am the master of after all. Here is a question for you Gambits, do you believe that you could handle what it takes to succeed in the Extreme division. The heart-ache, the pain, the torture, will we need to call mommy to make it better for you? Maybe she can be there at the arena to kiss it and make it better? Get real and Get with it. If a man could not handle a task, then that man should not have even taken the chance upon that specific task. Meaning for you, maybe signing your name to the contract for this match may have been one of the biggest mistakes you have made. A virtual career suicide if you would, because I saw you, and you definately do not deserve anything major out of this. You do not deserve the title I have worked so hard to achieve, you see I actually earned mine. I did not take some hand me down like you did because the president felt like being generous. Maybe it was your outfit or something that made him laugh, gave him an extra chuckle. Nope, that just is not my style, I would not have had this championship any other way. By taking the man who claimed to be the best this belt had to offer and make him second banana to me. Pushing him over the limit making him give to me what was mine from the beginning. We have a similar issue, with some slight changes. One, you are now the challenger wanting to throw off the champion, but you will not be proving me second banana anytime soon. No, I stand at the top of this particular ladder and with someone like you climbing up it trying to reach my pedastool I kick that person in this case you right back down and let you plummit all of the way back to your butt right where you started eating potato chips sitting in the seats dreaming. Welcome to the big leagues little man, welcome to my home town of the Extreme division. I told you before, boys are not wanted in this division. Take the ninja turtles and go home, because this is mine it is what I want and noone but me is getting it. You seem to be stuck in quite a badd predicament in this particular stipulation of the match, because the gold....it's mine, and I will keep my extreme name and legacy going long after you are gone and retired.
*The Badd Boy hops down off of the railing and heads inside into the arena. He goes straight for the training room. He finds no Degenerate there but does find another DEWF camera in the room. The Badd Boy sits down on the bench pondering what it would be like to hold onto the intercontinental championship. The Badd Boy looks right into the camera.*
The Badd Boy: The Intercontinental Championship, so now the turfs change. Gambit, is that not supposed to be your home field advantage? Adding the rules back to the game, and being able to hold a championship above your head that says you only have one place left to go, and that is the world championship division? How much of an honor is it to be the intercontinental champion? I guess you would not know would you since you do not honor it like you should be doing. If you can pull off the victory and keep a hold of your championship, then that means that the president has no choice but to notice you and consider the push towards world contension. Yet then again on the flip side of that coin I pull of the victory, stand there after the match is over holding onto my own championship, and also the crowning glory of your championship. Gambit, why did you go and cheapen the belt you are holding? That just means that I have to work double time to see to it that it gets restored to the way it should be. Show it respect. Would you even know the meaning of the word? I try to make sure that in the business of sports entertainment and wrestling that one key factor is never forgotten. Respect, spell it out, R-E-S-P-E-C-T. When I get a hold of that intercontinental championship I will bring it the respect it deserves. Defending it whenever needed, and never giving up, I quit, never dying. I guess you could just say that I am stubborn. Oh well so I am stubborn and bull headed I guess that is what makes me...me. That is what makes my opponents become annoyed with me. I love it, getting under their skin. You get your first taste and I get the opportunity to get under your skin myself. To annoy you so badly that it hindurs your ability to be able to finish the match. So that everytime you see my face you just get so sick that you can not take another moment. I love that, because that means you are off your game. Any man can be defeated, some more then others, some less than others. It depends on who is on their game and who is not. I am sorry for you to report that I am always on my game, and part of my game is to throw others off of theirs, that is what makes them fall and lose to me. Gives me the big one up on them. it is so great. Another rush of the adrenaline feul then I can wrap someone up and put them down then hearing the fans cheer me as I go on. Gamtits, I will be the next intercontinental champion, call your bookie and place a lot of money on that so that you can at least make a few bucks off of this deal. This will place me in the position that means the world championship is next, and the people can stop being bored with "Gambit" the intercontinental champion who does nothing but sit on his butt expecting glory and waiting to be able to cash his pay check. What does that show for anything? It shows cowardice, it doesn't show the mark of a champion. I will be d@mned if I am going to sit back and allow such a disgrace to prance around on his twinkle toes like that. I fully intend on putting an end to that As Soon As Possible. Interconinental Champion, a man whom is supposed to be a leader for the entire intercontinental champion second only to the world. Yet if Gambit is supposed to be the man that is representative of all of that then we are all doomed. Hell must be freezing over and the sky is falling. Gag me. That Badd Boy does not stand for disgrace. No a real champion is more like it. A man who cares about the business and what he is doing. So if you wouldn't or even if you do mind, no difference, just come down to the ring, get in, and prepare to waist an hour or less of your life just to give me the gold that has sat around your waist for way way way too long. Boy, you should really just stay home, that's probably where you have been anyways. Must be nice to not have to work, and get free money with free fame and fortune. D@mn if only life were that easy, oh I am sorry it must have been for you, well I wll be sure to end that I hope you do not mind. Hopefully that won't cause too many complications for you. Oh well, I will honor the belt and bring it the respect it deserves, 'nuff said.
*Snoring sounds can be heard in the background. The Badd Boy stops talking and looks around. Degenerate another ol' wrestling friend of The Badd Boy's walks in the doors.*
Degenerate: Oh snore me to death. B-B, you still talking like some boring robot. Sometimes I think we ought to shove a needle in your @$$ or something.
The Badd Boy: Hey now, haven't talked in months and you start in insulting me.
Degenerate: My way of having fun.
The Badd Boy: I know.
Degenerate: I take it you talked to CaRnAgE?
The Badd Boy: Yeah big man seems to be doing ok.
Degenerate: Both of us have been down and out recently we are recouperating. We both hope to get back in there and tear things up again sometime.
The Badd Boy: Yep, I still probably haven't fully healed, but what does it matter I'm alive and kickin' and doing pretty good.
Degenerate: So I have noticed. You may talk a lot, but you know how to back every bit of it up.
The Badd Boy: I do my best.
Degenerate: And then some.
The Badd Boy: You insult me then kiss my @$$. Which are you going to pick.
Degenerate: Whichever I d@mn well please.
The Badd Boy: Suits me. Just figure I ought to do some working out before the match.
Degenerate: Yeah that would probably work.
*The Badd Boy and Degenerate start working out. When they finish they part ways for the time being. The camera man that has been tagging along for the day is found being dragged out into the hallway.*
The Badd Boy: Just come with me I have more to say.
*They start walking down the hallway.*
The Badd Boy: Gambit, you have been listening to me throughout the day and one question has to run through your mind. What drives this guy, why is he so nuts? I will answer your question for you. Number one are the fans out there. For every screeming fan the young and the old, the male and the female, from every variety of person out there. They are all unique in their own ways yet everyone of them share one common factor. They love the industry of wrestling. They empower me everytime I hear them knowing that a lot of them actually paid money to see me. That tells me that they deserve everything out of me that they paid for plus more so that they never become satisfied. I will put on a show for them like no other time and time again no matter how much of my body and health must be sacrificed. That is the key factor for me. Then is the respect of the business. Knowing everyone who came before me, and everyone who will come after me. I am here doing my part, and never doing a half-@$$ed job, because then this business gets dis-respected that's why when I find people like you that I become so angry. Last but not least is myself and my own enjoyment. I started originally because I loved it. Any man willing to stick it out through the indie leagues has to love the business for exactly what it is. To cause pain, and to take it living yet another day and even getting a paycheck for it, plus the honor and glory of being a champion of the DEWF is just so awesome. Come this Pay-Per-View I will be the man holding both the Extreme and the Intercontinental champion and I will love it! Have a Badd day Gambit, It's Just 2 Badd mine won't be as horrible as yours.
*The Badd Boy walks into the locker room where a very sexy Ashlee seems to be.*
Ashlee: Well if my beloved husband hasn't finally decided to show up.
The Badd Boy: Alright you no causing trouble.
Ashlee: Who me trouble? Nah.
The Badd Boy: Save some of that for Inferno.
Ashlee: Oh he'll get his, and then you'll get yours.
The Badd Boy: .....
Ashlee: Oh, no comment?
The Badd Boy: None inparticular.
Ashlee: Well I would wish you luck with Gambit, but he's the one who needs the luck so I will keep it to myself.
The Badd Boy: Heh, that works for me.
Ashlee: A lot of things seem to just work for you.
The Badd Boy: Oh I'm sorry, my badd.
Ashlee: Don't be going and getting cute on me, don't think I forgot the roof incident.
The Badd Boy: I won't live that one down will I?
Ashlee: Probably not.
The Badd Boy: Oh well.
*The Badd Boy smirks as he leans in and gives his wife a kiss on the lips. The screen fades.*
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