Role Play Background: Tony Ikeda, code named The Badd Boy. Only two weeks ago made the mistake of trying a high risk maneuver that would have put Nasty out through a table and ended the match. However a rare thing happened, The Badd Boy made a mistake, his own mistake, and because of that he was beaten. Not beaten by Nasty being the better man, but because The Badd Boy went too far on that occassion. The question remains is, since it looked so sloppy, did The Badd Boy really make such a bad mistake, or was it on purpose? Noone knows the Badd Boy's motives, but what is known is that he will be making a point to Nasty when it comes to Shockwave. Nasty will get a taste of his own medicine in the extreme field, and it's guaranteed that The Badd Boy will not be making any mistakes this time!!!!!
*The sun glistens across the early morning sky. The birds start chirping away, and cars are in a flurry all about the city as numerous people in a hurry to start their jobs. The Badd Boy waking up un-usually early gets himself ready at the Hotel. He wakes up Ashlee.*
The Badd Boy: Baby, I called CaRnAgE and he is going to meet me at the Arena for some realy morning training. You get all the rest you need and come meet us there when you are ready, maybe we'll go out for a good lunch.
*The Badd Boy kisses his still half asleep wife on the lips. She smiles staring at him briefly. He grabs his gym bag and leaves as she rolls over to get a couple more hours of rest.*
*CaRnAgE is punching away at a punching bag. He gives a nod to The Badd Boy as he goes back to work. The Badd Boy sets down his gym bag and starts doing some stretches. After a good warm-up routine, The Badd Boy picks up some free weights. Being the only two in the arena so early, the camera man walks in and sets up in the training facility to record any actions that may be of use.*
The Badd Boy: Glad you are here. If you want something interesting I have it for you. The question I am sure that is on your mind is why again. Badd Boy you took a loss, but why go through yet another Extreme match when you have other competitors higher on the food chain than you ready to go one on one. The other question is why did you make such a sloppy mistake in a match? Nasty, I knew before I went to that match that I was set for a loss. You see sometimes in this business, you have to take a dive to make it believable. To make it believable that even slappies like you can get a win every now and then. That's why I think Danny Lane tries to not be over worked, because he knows he will have to take a dive some day. Nasty, my mistake in that match was far from a mistake, it was me getting you a win so that you wouldn't have to be fired from the horrid losing streak. I have been on quite the rise here in the DEWF ever since I joined. Even doing my best in double bookings on more than one occassion. So in short I was forced to lose to you however, in our third and final match-up I will prove to you that you are not better than me. This time I have permission for the winner of the match to be the actual winner. No faults, no mistakes, no planned losses. Just a one on one and the better man will come out on top, plain and simple. Nasty, in this match you will be getting out of me more than what you really want to have to get out of me. You will be getting nothing short of the absolute top level competion. I might as well open up some of the reserve I have been holding for the world title contension. In doing so you will not even have the chance to be able to give me your best, because before you can even get started I will have down and out. If you think I was impressed by you kicking out after the Full Nelson Suplex Slam? You are wrong, because in your weary state of mind, maybe you did not realize this, but you did not kick out, I lifted you up! That gave the impression to the referee, the fans, and even you that you were able to kick out. I could have had you right then and there and you had no choice but to accept it however, remember I was not going to be allowed that win. In the next and final encounter, when I slap that on you, you had better pray real hard that your neck does not break into two pieces, because there will not be a getting up, or a picking up of your carcus this time and I will guarantee you that much! Yes once again it is the Extreme stylings. The Hardcore match. One of the most brutal matches known to man and the world of sports entertainment. One of the few wrestling matches where you can take your rule book and you can throw it out of the window. That is the way I like it, and I know it happens to be the way that you like it too Nasty. It even says it in our names, so it was only destined that this is how things kicked off. You like to get Nasty, and I am Just Too Badd! However, when we step into the ring amongst, the likes of barb wire, chairs, two by fours, tables, trash cans, lids, kendo sticks, stop signs, cooking sheets, and many other various rough and tough items. One of us will make the outcome of the man, and the other will make the outcome of being just the boy! You should rest assured Nasty that you will be the one proving to be nothing more than a mere child, and I will take glad delight in beating you down to the ground making you nothing more than a repulsive pile of dust. I would say this is your last chance to prove yourself. Your last chance to be able to say you are better than me. Many people have last chances in a life time, you will join the many that say when they took their last chance they failed miserably. One more time that Extreme Championship will come into my grasp for my own likings. I will do with it what I feel is right. You may not like it, but that is not one of my worries now is it? No if I were worried about making you happy then I would have done that a long time ago, but my concern is winning and proving to you that you are not better than me. That you are just the biggest jobber in the DEWF! The weapons will fly, and the blood will flow, but I will keep smiling, and keep the look of determination in my eyes. Nasty, The Badd Boy will reign supreme once again, and it's not your job to like it, you are dealing with the force of one, so it is your job to just take it. Have a Badd Day!
*The Badd Boy smiles. Ashlee looking as beautiful as ever walks in the room. The Badd Boy stands up and walks over to her. He pickes her up into his arms and carries her back outside as he decides to treat her to some fine early lunch dining.*
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