Role Play Background: It was only last week when The Badd Boy himself Tony Ikeda said that a specific man was coming. This man being one of the cockiest men in the business. The Badd Boy's own little brother Wes Ikeda. Wes has entered the DEWF after being one of the biggest jokes in other federations. Wes expects to make a splash by taking on the biggest and baddest superstar in the DEWF. His big brother. Tony is tired of playing games with his kid brother, and intends on putting an end to his big mouth immediately. Come Shockwave with The Badd One's Intercontinental Championship on the line, The Badd Boy intends on shutting up Wesley Ikeda.
*The Badd Boy is found pacing back and forth up and down the hallway seemingly very concentrated on something. He stops and sits down on a nearby bench. He is wearing a pair of jeans and his usual "Just 2 Badd" T-Shirt. CaRnAgE the big seven foot five hundred pound monsterous walking wall of muscle sits down next to him.*
The Badd Boy: Any harder and you would have broken the d@mn bench.
CaRnAgE: So they can buy a new one. So what is going on with you? You seem a bit tense.
The Badd Boy: You saw what happened. I knew the cocky little son of a b!tch was coming, but I didn't expect him to attempt to attack me.
CaRnAgE: So do to him what you have done for years. Beat him down yet again and teach him who in the hell you are.
The Badd Boy: But how many times before he learns his lesson?
CaRnAgE: Probably many, hell I have tossed him around like a ragdoll time and time again, but thus far he has yet to learn his lesson.
The Badd Boy: True, though he has changed.
CaRnAgE: Just the newest heel to the federation.
The Badd Boy: No he doesn't seem like the same little cocky brother of old.
CaRnAgE: You think he has improved?
The Badd Boy: Far from it. Quite the opposite actually. I think he is going down the drain.
CaRnAgE: He'll come to his senses.
The Badd Boy: When I beat those senses into him.
CaRnAgE: Never said you had to be nice.
The Badd Boy: Never was nice.
CaRnAgE: See what I mean. So, still...why so tense?
The Badd Boy: I want this to be the last time I have to beat it into him. I am sick of this crap. That boy needs to get his act together and get it together soon.
CaRnAgE: I know what you mean.
The Badd Boy: The biggest problem is that I can't pin point what his problem is and where it lies.
CaRnAgE: His wife?
The Badd Boy: No, not quite. Though her and I have had ou problems in the past too.
CaRnAgE: Yes some history you have. How long as it been since you saw Wes last?
The Badd Boy: Months. I have been watching him on TV.
CaRnAgE: And that place that shall remain nameless used to laugh at me.
The Badd Boy: Yeah until he got there. Biggest laughing stock of all time.
CaRnAgE: Well I'll tell you what, I think you need to go deliver a little message or a wake up call for say, so that he remembers that you don't play around with him.
The Badd Boy: Yeah you are probably right that's about what I need to do.
CaRnAgE: You go do that, I will hit the bag around a couple of times, and then I have a surprise for you.
The Badd Boy: What's that?
CaRnAgE: You'll find that out later.
The Badd Boy: Sounds good enough for me.
CaRnAgE: Later man.
The Badd Boy: Later.
*The Badd Boy is found walking outside the arena. He has pulled a camera man out there with him. He finds the American Flag pole that is out there and sits down in front of it in the patch of grass surrounding it. He has on his backwards black fitted hat with the "Truth" logo on it. He looks up into the sky then into the camera.*
The Badd Boy: So brother, yeah it is me talking to you. Stop rolling your eyes and listen to me. I know that you intend on making a splash in this federation. You want to be the biggest baddest thing ever, well guess what? You have to get through me first. You are just jumping at the chance after all, it was you whom came out and attacked me then got handed a title shot. What kind of bull sh!t is that? You do nothing but p!$$ me off time after time. So what were you hoping to accomplish when you attacked me? I know you wanted your name in the lights. You wanted people whom don't know you to step back and say wow someone had the guts to attack The Badd Boy. As if it took guts, you are just stupid, that is the only reason you were able to pull that off. A back fighter, no you couldn't stand up to me face to face and lay one on me. Why was that Wes? Because you know d@mn good and well that suddenly your nose would have started bleeding, most likely from my fist. You know I can hurt you that's why you can't face me like a man. However even after attacking me from behind what did you pull out? Yet again, not a d@mned thing. I still got up and whooped your @$$. I through you off of the side of that rampway and enjoyed watching your head bounce off of the concrete below. It is only rightfully what you earned from me. That is all I intend on giving you. Hope you enjoyed your little present Wes, because there is plenty more where that came from. You ran into someone else that knows you quite well when you showed up. You ran into none other than my beautiful wife Ashlee. She could have just as easily laid you out, I have no doubts about that. You wouldn't be dumb enough to lay a hand on her, because you witnessed on television what happened to the last couple of men whom have tried that. Now it doesn't stop there. You introduced another one of our newest members to the DEWF roster. If it isn't The Black Widow herself Katrina-Carthallion-Nahacapina-Colterola-Yadamada-Hussodaddy-Ikeda. Girl if you are going to disgrace the Ikeda name then at least drop everything between it un-less you are secretly wanting to screw any man whom's name is still in yours. Wes you keep a close eye on your little girlie, I wouldn't trust her as far as I could throw you. We'll just have to see what kind of distance that really is won't we? I am rather glad that you decided to make your grand entrance, because before you when I beat my opponents it was almost worthless, because I don't have any bit of hatred towards them. I did with Inferno, but he only lasted about two weeks. You Wes, we have a history, and I have a want to kick your @$$. So suddenly your entrance and enlightens things. You should be excited Wes someone actually cares of your existence for once. Someone actually payed attention that you are even here. Noone other than me seems to care though. I didn't quite see the fans going crazy. I think a few probably feel asleep. So Wes what are your full intentions? Are you really here to come after some of my hard earned gold, or are you here for alternative reasons? What really was your backing for hitting me in the back. Maybe it is just the fact that it has come time for you to grow up for once. Wes whatever is flying through your head you are thinking that only you know why. Heh, I mock that. Wes I think that you are jealous of me to be honost, you always wanted what I had. Whether it be gold and championships, or women, the big money, fast cars, anything and everything. You can't stand the fact that your brother might be better than you I know it ercks you , and gets under your skin. That's ok, because yet again I just need to prove that no we are not on equal playing fields. You never were equal to me and I always have been a step above you. You know it, I know it, everyone knows it. No matter how hard you try it is an un-avoidable fact that will rear its ugly head time and time again, because each time you try to be like me then, I will always be taking it up a notch against you. You know how that goes. How about we break things down a little more simply.
*The Badd Boy stands up and walks to the sidewalk and walks along the busy street with cars whizzing by. He looks at them go by and continues walking along being sure that Wes can still get to hear his every word.*
The Badd Boy: Wesley Ikeda, little brother why don't we take a look at our history. Between me and you how extensive it goes, as a matter of fact it goes to back to the time of your birth. That time so many years ago. I helped take care of you and raise you. Helping mom and dad out the best I could. I was just a young kid myself, but I tried my hardest for my little brother. As we grew you and I were always fiesty. Always wrestling around and fighting. tiem and time again I beat you in our rooms, in the basement, and outside. Do you remember that as children? We used to watch wrestling religiously on television idolizing different various superstars imitating them. Imated many different people, but no matter who you were I always pinned you for the one two three, or made you give up crying like a baby, and running straight to mommy. I am sure you remember those times. Heh, it was quite numerous. When the teenage years came for you all hell broke lose. You could tell that the two of us were quite different. You were quick to smoke, drink, I am not sure about drugs, but trying to screw many girls, and you tended to laugh at me for not doing all of the above. Then one day you ran off. You claimed you didn't like mom or dad, you didn't like the divorce, and you disappeared off of the face of the planet. Going God knows where doing God knows what only God know how many times. Somewhere along those lines you picked up on the independent wrestling scene attempting to make a little cash. Where did it really get you Wesley? Indepenedent scene helped you break into wrestling, but you cut yourself off from the family. YOU DISGRACED US ALL! I understand why you feel that mom is and was and forever will be a b!tch, but what about Dad? You seemed to have the biggest problem with him. If nothing else he put us before himself at all times and he was sure that we were safe. He cared about us, but what did you care about? Yourself. How dispicable. You sicken me little brother. You walked the streets being cocky, and arrogant. You were bullsh!tting your way through everything. Well as you found out Bull sh!t doesn't get you anywhere but stuck in a large pile of crap. As I went through my life I myself hit the Independent scene, much like you, but with natural abilities I was discovered quite quickly. Immediately brought up into Total Attitude Wrestling. You sat back biding your time watching me in TAW. Then funding was cut and it went down, but my talent was not waisted. I was sent to the Extreme Measures Federation. You saw me become a megastar. A superstar of large proportions beating man after man, and I was swimming in the gold. You saw that, and you also saw my happiness with Ashlee, getting married and all. I was only just getting started. Suddenly out of the blue you come flying out there deciding that you wanted to put a cramp in my style and make me be brought down to your level. You were claiming that you wanted to bring yourself to the top level of competition, but I know better. You wanted my name out of the spot light so that you could insert your own. That is exactly how it is and you know it. You went as far as to split things up between me, Ashlee, yourself, Widow, CaRnAgE, and Degenerate. I believe you found you a buddy called Blake and started the fearless. Your sad attempt to make up for your own incompetencies. You really were fearfull knowing I was better than you. Needless to say by the time it was all said and done, when the smoke cleared, I proved that I was better than you and you know it d@mn good and well. It seemed that even coming out of the blue after many years and trying to make your presence felt you could not accomplish your goal. There just was no way in hell that you could prove to be better than me. You are a relentless son of a b!tch I admit that, but the only way to take care of a relentless man is to beat him until he has nothing. That's right Wesley little boy all you are going to make me do is prove that history repeats itself and yet again i will be the victorious one out of the two of us.
*The Badd Boy makes a turn down an alleyway near the arena getting away from the speeding cars.*
The Badd Boy: Here we have present day. I left the EMF due to injuries and decided that the DEWF was the place for me right now. I sit here residing enjoying my success. Things are ok between Ashlee and I. She is just as beautiful as ever and I have been already the most successfull superstar the DEWF has ever seen. Dan's Extreme Wrestling Federation is holding one of the top prospects in the wrestling business. I won the Extreme championship, the intercontinental championship, and even the world championship. Hell son I have been doing it all, so what happens? Once again you come out of blue. Remember what I said about history repeating itself? De Ja Vou! You come out of the blue with a vengeance to attempt to put one over your bigger brother. Well let me be the first to welcome you to the big leagues. Maybe here you won't become quite the laughing stock like you were in the EMF. If you are still doing any matches with that organization. I have seen your win/loss record constantly decreasing more often than increasong. I think that is has been rather pathetic. You are about as bad as the old An Arkie. Now here in the DEWF you try to improve on that. Just wait until you hit the reality check. Oh yes Wes it is coming. The moment when I finally say that is it you are done, I am tired of you. I refuse to sit here and play games with you. That is not what this is about. It has come at time where one on one, man versus man that we have to take care of our problems in the ring. Just like before we have to fight it out, and just like every other time. I will beat my points into you. You see Wes, one of life's lessons is to respect those in the higher ranking than you. Wes, I am the one who out ranks you here. I am your older brother, and I have accomplished more now, then you will ever accomplish in a life time. You know that and I know that. You are walking around with this mightier than God attitude. That is just like you to think that you are higher than the higher powers. That just means that life needs to slap you a little harder so that you can come to your senses. You just don't seem yourself lately and I am not quite sure what it is about you. You seem much much different. That is what was bothering me in the backstage area not too long ago. I am not sure what it is that has changed about you, or what it was that made you change, but you seem much different that your old self. Are you finally trying to get your act together and increase some stability in your life? It would be nice if you would. You won't accomplish a thing until you are able to get over yourself and get over the fact that you will never be better than me. You have blinded yourself, can't you see? Well if that isn't an Oxy-Moron. Speaking of Moron's...WES! You are so blinded by hatred...that must be it. That is what has changed about you. I finally figured it out. You are so blinded by your hate for me and my success that you are just on this big adrenaline kick and drive that is saying that you must prove yourself better than me, and if you can't have my success then nobody can so you feel as if you must stop at nothing to finally put one over on me. Well bro, bring it on and show me what you have got. I hope you do. It would be a pleasure. Little brother, all you need to do is come to me when you need help. When you need your head set straight I would enjoy nothing more than to clean your clock, than to knock out all of the spider webs floating around there. God forbid you might have to use your brain. Please, you disappoint me with how you act. Pride Wes...Pride. Why don't you try swallowing it? It would do you a whole lot of good. Once you swallow your pride and learn that some superstars will always be better than you then, and only then can you make a name for yourself. Only then can you make something of yourself. You know that as much as I do. Everyone has their place in the business. A select few can make it to the top and many are stuck at the bottom, but quite a few get stuck in the middle. Luckily for the both of us neither of us have to be at the bottom, but between us only I belong at the top.
*The Badd Boy finally during his walk makes his way back to the arena flag pole where he stands there and looks up at the red white and blue American Flag.*
The Badd Boy: So what does the future hold for us? Wes I many times wonder how things will be in the future. I like at myself and think if I play my cards right I could be the dealer for many rounds to come. I could make myself the Icon of the industry, but no I won't self-proclaim myself that, I will earn it just like the superstars we idolized. To be the best you must push yourself into that pivitol point of being the absolute best. I have been working long and hard for where I am. You know that much. It has been one hell of a ride, and I had to take a few bumps here and there, but I'll be d@mned if it wasn't all worth it. The gold showing my accomplishments, my wife decorated in much of the same. My life is going well, but Wes, where are you going to have yourself put? You would probably venture out to call yourself one of the greatest, but when you look around I know that you can see that you didn't earn anything and that for no reason should you be at the top. You are trying to ride my coattails into the top of the industry, but as you are quickly learning noone else can bring you fame you must earn it. Yes Wes I said earn, you know as in work? As in actually having to break a sweat, shed a tear, lose a few drops of blood, and climb your way rung by rung up the ladder to make yourself the best there is, the best there was, and the best there ever will be. Shut up, yes I know someone else has that catch phrase, but hey, the truth hurts. I have been looking forward to new competition, new challenges, new goals. New things so that I can set a goal in reach enough for me to obtain. I will keep doing that, that is what I have been doing in the past, hell, might as well use what works. I never allow myself to be satisfied with where I am in my career. That is why I am always looking for directions to turn and places to go. If I can never be the best then I can never slack off and stop trying. I make myself think that being the best is so close, when in reality I make it far away. That is the best strategy any man has ever come up with. Has it been proving to turn out well for me? You d@mn right it has been. It has been working very well for me, and I have been loving it. You Wes, your strategy is much different. You figure if you find the man at the top and be a pain in his @$$ long enough eventually he is going to scratch and you made it to the main event, but when the fans see that they aren't looking at a collossal main event as they would with one of my matches. They see the Immortal Hulk Hogan taking on Gillberg. Does it sound like quite a gripping main event? Not really, but would it settle Hogan's problem with Gillberg if he had any? Sure. Are your eyes open Wes, are your ears listening? I hope you are catching the underlying message here. You may want to read between the lines. This message is directly for you. So in the end what happens? After using the strategies, after making sure everything is in place, after all is said and done. I look forward to going home, walking out of the arena, wrapping my arms around my wife and knowing the fact that I have made her proud leaving the arena as a champion. This intercontinental championship I hold, I earned it, and I was very proud to bring it home. To see Ashlee holding the women's championship ever since the night she won it, and to then pick up my world championship. I have never been prouder to be at the point that I am at with my life. It is great Wes I am happy, and I know it. My life is being lived up to its fullest. Then one more time let us look at it from your point of view. Keep paying attention, because we both know that I am never wrong about this type of stuff. In the end the best of the best have defeated you, you are stuck with a lot of losses on your record and you become a faded memory. Within weeks people have forgotten you , and if they haven't they wish they could so that no longer would you be one of their problems. Finally you are put away and never heard from again and those of us at the top, we move on with our lives. You should consider doing just that. Get over your problems with me and move on. Make something of yourself. Ship up or shape out, and yet another one....if you can't take the heat get out of the kitchen.
*Ashlee Ikedawalks out of the arena.*
Ashlee Ikeda: I was told that I might be able to find you out here. All I can say is that I can not stand your little brother.
The Badd Boy: What did he do now?
Ashlee Ikeda: I don't want to talk about it, you'll find out soon enough.
*She walks off in disgust heading back inside.*
*The Badd Boy's cell phone rings. He pulls it out of his pocket and answers it. It happens to be CaRnAgE to inform The Badd Boy that Wes had made a few comments, but Mr. Ikeda hadn't been able to charge his batteries during the trip and it cut out before CaRnAgE could finish.*
The Badd Boy: Well, well, well, Wes. I knew it was only a matter of time before you opened your mouth. You took an approach that person after person has taken. You insulted my name. Now that surprised me Wes, you claim that I call myself the Badd Boy, when I am not all that Badd? Have you learned nothing? I may not be "bad" in your sense of the word which involves life styles, but when I get in that ring. I am as bad as it gets. You know that. In the ring I have been a the most un-predictable man around. I am the Badd Boy because of my abilities, and because of the fact even though you are my own flesh and blood I will go to ends length to beat the living sh!t out of you to be sure you stay down and out for good. I am tired of your cocky @$$ being stuck up my @$$. If you feel you know me all too well then that makes me think that you have not been able to come up with something original and you took some lines from my theme song, you see my song explains the two of us very well. I do know you well. I know your every move, I have studied you like no other opponent before. In reality you know nothing about me, you only know what I have allowed you to know. That's ok I would want you to think that you know me. Then I can easily surprise you. As far as doing nothing to further business? I have done a lot to further the world of sports entertainment. If it were not for me you wouldn't be allowed to be where you are. I have been helping the DEWF to survive even the President knows that. I have been furthering this business like no other superstar in this federation. Pay attention boy. Say all that you want, I can put all of that behind me, but you did cross the line, and from what I understand Ashlee set you straight. You do not insult my wife for any reason what-so-ever. That is intolerable to me, and I will not stand for it. No circumstance calls for that. Inferno, he messed with her and I put him away, but date time back, to Angelus Archer. The fans may not know about the sick "cereal" killing clown that messed with her and he was yet another person that I put away. Before that was Justin Franchize. He was tossed off of a triple teir cage. What a punk, and now you made that mistake. Wesley little brother you have lit my fire. My desire to step into that ring and put you away once and for all. This is the big bragging rights match, because I am sick of you. You mentioned an Iron Man match? I could only welcome it. You declined your own challenge, because you could hear the death bell tolling in your ears couldn't you? You know that I would put you away and that they would have to go ahead and sign your tombstone. Wesley on shockwave the Ikeda brothers get to step into the ring. Any fans that have followed our careers have been hoping for this match. If nothing else you need to take this as a major learning experience. To become the best you have to fight those whom are better than you. So this is your chance to improve on your skills they need improved on by quite a bit. You know that, and here comes the time for what I told you I would do. Though I despise you, I will help you get your sh!t straight when I beat you. You don't like me because I talk about my many championships, well, that is what they are there for. When you win them, then you earn the bragging rights, because you set yourself apart from many other people. You become the champion. You complained about my moves, well you know what? I worked hard and trained myself in every aspect of wrestling so that I can compete on every level and be the absolute best. If I have to match in you in air I will. Then again if I have to just over power you to keep you grounded that too is fine. If you want to get technical and get out wrestled I can do it. Hardcore? Let us just step outside of the ropes where it is all legal. No matter what it is Wes I will beat you. Ten times as hard because you insulted my wife, you never EVER DO THAT! When it ends and you are defeated, then you need to consider these final words. Make a decision and make it wisely, do you want to stay that heel, and be against me? Or do you want to try your luck by my side so that you can learn the ropes of it all and make something of yourself? It would just be too badd if you chose the wrong decision.
*The Badd Boy walks into the arena where he sees CaRnAgE. The big man motions for The Badd Boy to follow him. They walk through the hallways and make their way into the plaza level of the arena. They step into the seating area and walk down where they cross a barrier and find themselves in the floor seats. CaRnAgE shows The Badd Boy to the front row where a man stands up and turns to The Badd Boy.....his old partner Degenerate.*
Degenerate: Hey it's been a while since you've said anything to me.
The Badd Boy: So what brings you here?
Degenerate: I want to see you kick Wes' @$$. It should be interesting. I must be one of those people you talk about that has watched your career and couldn't wait for this.
The Badd Boy: True.
Degenerate: So you are going through with everything?
The Badd Boy: Of course. I won't back down from him I will step it up further than I did with...
Degenerate: Danny Lane? That was one hell of a match. I wanted to be there, but my flight was cancelled so I had to settle for Pay-Per-View, but hey it happens.
The Badd Boy: Yeah it does. It is great to see you out here.
Degenerate: Of course it's great, look who I am.
The Badd Boy: Oh no now you sound like Wes.
Degenerate: We could get along, we are both cocky sons of b!tches.
The Badd Boy: That's no lie.
Degenerate: Like I would lie to you?
The Badd Boy: Right. So when are you going to get back in the ring?
Degenerate: My neck still hurts, I have put in an app, but Prez boy Dan has been real selective. He doesn't like a lot of friends of superstars getting in reguardless of ability.
CaRnAgE: But we will let in annoying little brothers.
The Badd Boy: Oye ve.
Degenerate: Yeah well nice to see you, I hope to see some victories coming from the both of you.
CaRnAgE: Some heads are going to rock...
The Badd Boy: And many are going to roll.
*They all share a laugh as CaRnAgE and The Badd Boy head back to the locker room area to lift some more weights. The screen fades.*
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