Role Play Background: One return, and three victories later, The Badd Boy now showing signs of the dominance he once had. The recent victory over former nemesis Wasabi propelling The Badd One to the Intercontinental championship, a much prized championship in the Extreme Measures Federation. Mr. Ikeda recently had a week off, but he returns this Saturday on Shockwave to defend his intercontinental championship against Rob Steelhart, the man who recently picked up a victory over Justin FrenchFries. Steelhart a very dark individual is wanting to come "Full Circle" as he would say and to complete this circle he must win the championship. Tony Ikeda, never cared much for goals of his opponents, as he intends on breaking the cycle. Come Shockwave, The Badd One versues the Dark One....and The Badd Boy will show everyone afterwards just why he is the intercontinental champion.
*The Badd Boy walks down the steps to his basement and walks over to the punching bag. It is early morning, Ashlee has yet to wake up. He tosses a towel down upon a bench nearby and turns the radio on. "By God" from Disciple is playing.*
The Badd Boy: Heh, there's an old favorite.
*The Badd Boy starts punching the bag using various techniques. Short jabs, long jabs, upper cuts, side shots, a few kicks. After working on it for about twenty minutes he takes a break. A few songs played, and "My December" from Linkin Park comes on. He picks the towel up and wipes the sweat from his face off then walks over to the mini-fridge and pulls out a bottle of water, He takes a drink, then re-caps it and throws it back in his fridge. The daylight breaks in through the window from the rising sun. He goes and turns the radio off then walks over to the corner where the camera is set to send in feeds. He spins a chair around and straddles it looking into the camera.*
The Badd Boy: Rob, or Mr. Steelhart, I know it is early morning, and the EMF crew hasn't shown up to work yet, so I don't know when they will receive this feed and air it, but I am sure that will be later today, or to be more exact when you are watching it will be the time as I am sure is obvious. You hesitated just a bit longer than usually, only by a day, but to me that says a lot to me. You hesitated to speak out, or to have your friend Dark Talon make an appearance. Steelhart, you are an odd individual, a dark creature, much like others. I am sure you are proud of yourself, you defeated Justin Franchize. Bravo, join the club. I did not just defeat him, but it was because of me that he was unable to return to the ring until now. We are only weeks away from the one year anniversary of when I defeated that man with much ease. He learned a valuable lesson. He messed with my wife, and I took him up onto a three tiered cage. We went to the outside and went as far as the third cage, from there I kicked his butt then threw him off. I made him suffer more pain than any superstar has ever made him suffer. Much more than you can dream Steelhart. You asked if you defeated him then what was my fate to be? Let me ask you the same, if I destroyed him, then how much will you endure before you completely lose it? You obviously have a darkside, well allow me to say good for you. I am proud that you are having a bit of a run of luck. Bravo. However as you will realize, I too have had my own luck, and when two men with streaks run into each other only one walks away the victor. I studied you heavily in your last match, as I typically do with most of my opponents. When you spoke to Justin you mentioned how everything comes full circle, do you live and abide by that? Of course you do, you believe it so much it might as well be a full blown religion. What seems to slip your mind is that the same would apply to you then would it not? In your full circle, I believe that you are about due for a beating. So if you don't mind, or even if you do, makes no difference to me, allow me to make you come full circle. This will bring an abrupt end to what you have. I understand that you will step into the belly of hell to get what you want, but you know what? I have what you want, I am the intercontinental champion, but this is not hell, no it is far from it. Hell is where you go when you die if you did not know Christ, so Steelhart this is nothing short of your worst nightmare. Where your dreams of winning this championship end, because I only recently became the holder of this belt, by beating the very man that you could not. I watch you and Talon, like father and son, Talon tries to stick up for you like a parent sticking up for their offspring. Trying to make threats, or bring intimidation to the table, the very thing you lack. With the Darkest S.O.B. title I would guess hoping to strike a bit of fear in the eyes of others. Sorry Steelhart, that did not work, and though it was supposed to be between you and Franchize, I say he needs to keep his belt to himself, because if you poke around too long and stick things out like that you will lose your precious items. So let me ask a question to you, what is your obcession with being a savior and bringing total salvation? What makes you any different than the typical scam artists on television that the person claims to be whom they know very well that they are not. I just don't understand you completely Steelhart. Is it a mental illness, or mental retardation? A better question, did you learn to be that stupid, or were you born with it? Nothing more than a wandering freak, oh that's right freak is when you are singled out right? You d@mn right I am singling you out. There is no other person I am looking at other than you directly. Steelhart, what I think you are lacking is a bit of common sense, I guess you need some beat into you. Poor pitiful you, that's right you seem like the type to feel sorry for yourself, and you try to rely on non-existent dark powers about as retarded as Demon Chylde. History lesson, I killed that off too. I beat him, and then he realized that he is just Jarred, not Demon Chylde. I wonder what you are lying under that mask of another person, only time will tell when we step into the ring. Could your own awakening be close by? I sure think so Mr. Robert. If you will excuse me for a few moments.
*The Badd Boy puts the camera on pause then goes back to work out a bit more before too much time passes and it becomes too late. He goes to the weight bench, and sets a heavy set of weights on the bar. He lies down and starts benching. After about thirty repetitions of the amount he sets the bar back on the stand and sits up. He then picks up a few free weights and does some curling followed by some butterflies. About a half hour later of a weight focused workout routine he goes and takes another swig of his water. He then looks out the basement window to the outside world. Across the street is an elderly couple, the woman walking outside to get her paper. He then takes a deep breathe and goes back to his camera that he turns on.
The Badd Boy: OK I am back now. You see I like to be the man that people come up to being a bit confident such as yourself, just to run into a rude awakening. I understand that you are trying to revive your Dark Circle group. Prepare to take a lot of heat, because a place much better than the DCW was a large portion of the EMF. That was TAW, Total Attitude Wrestling. I have taken a lot of heat for sticking up for the place that created me and a fourth of the EMF. So just be sure that you are prepared for just that. I have learned that you like to test limits. So we have something in common. I love to test limits to see how far I can go and push things. Many men have taken my test. I test of time, punishment, and overall endurance. Steelhart, you dared Franchize to go to the limits with you, and he tried, but he failed. It is a great feeling knowing that you overcame one of your opponents isn't it? I know the feeling. So you may be good, I give you that much credit, but I am better. Now that you tasted the success of being able to force someone else to fall because they couldn't hang with you, now you get to have that feeling returned. Now it is as if you stand in the mirror and get the reflection, because I will push you further than you have ever gone, and just when you think you may have me beaten, reality sets in and the very next thing you know I pop right up having played you like a deck of cards and I put you away. You get a special pleasure off of specialty matches, mine always was hardcore, but a simple one on one, there may be no specialties to it, but sometimes going back to the simplest of matches is what keeps the sport thriving. Neither of us can say anything except the better man won in a situation like this. You claim to have put away people who claim to be hardcore legends? Well with my history, I am not one who claims, but rather a man who is a hardcore legend. So Steelhart, why don't you just put me away? Treat it like some easy task? I have no intentions of giving you the chance to fulfill your promise to Franchize and giving him a match for the belt that you will never put your hands on. Simply enough if I do not give it to you, you will not get it. So would you like me to Ghost you? Then I will. I will leave your body to be nothing, and the only thing you will have a hold of is exactly what I can not physically harm, your ghost like soul. Another one of your so called specialties. You wish to take my soul and combine it into yours? Did you, or did you not realize that this is not some voo-doo black magic wannabe cult? No this is a wrestling ring where we test the skills and the hearts of men. Funny how I am about to test the true heart of a man called Steelhart. With a heart of steel, then that is about like having a cold heart or a black heart, none the less it says you do not have what it takes when matched with someone such as myself with the heart needed to compete in this ring. To me I still even consider you a bit of a rookie around here, so what is there to say that you even have the in ring experience? You obviously have not to this date had what it takes to stay on the top because otherwise you would be holding a golden championship right now, and are you? Not quite. Another question, who is holding the second most prized championship at this time? That is right, me. So please do not bother getting your hopes up. I just recently won the championship, and there is no reason for me to lose it. I have spent too much of my time, and my efforts in this business to give up what I have worked so hard for. Evidentally you started saying that this is a whole new you that everyone has to deal with. Oh please Robbie, please don't be threatening me. I mean, you act as if I care what you think of yourself. Your new attitude can not save you from being a loser like the few that stand around you. Remember that you are branded a loser, it is how you started, it will be how you end. The nightmarish, hellbound, fairy tale you like to tell of how great you think you are will bring it all to an end and you will find yourself to be a shriveled old man, with nothing to claim. Just another man in the business who did not have what it takes to truly make it in this business.
*The Badd Boy turns the camera off. As he does he hears faint footsteps coming down the stairs. He looks over and can see the long beautiful legs, then the torso comes into view, and finally the bright, smiling face on his wife Ashlee Ikeda.*
Ashlee: What are you doing up so early?
The Badd Boy: I woke up early and couldn't go back to sleep. I need to work out and get some things off my chest about Rob Steelhart.
Ashlee: Relax, you can do it.
The Badd Boy: I know I can, and I have been thinking lately.
Ashlee: That could be dangerous, about what?
The Badd Boy: Prez Mike won't hire you back as an active wrestler, but none the less you are still my manager, and by technicality on my payroll. As far as I have seen they can't discriminate against managers and valets therefore you now have permission to be in the arena with me, come down to the ring with me, and even say a few words on EMF time when we are together. As far as I am concerned, you keep after Wes too, and you can not be locked away.
Ashlee: True, I may have to take advantage of that.
The Badd Boy: You just may.
Ashlee: I don't know about you, but I am a bit hungry.
The Badd Boy: You don't worry about that, just go back and lie down. I will cook breakfast and serve it to you in bed.
Ashlee: You think I am going to let you near my stove?
The Badd Boy: I bought it.
Ashlee: That means what to me?
The Badd Boy: Oooh, just for once trust me. I think a good pancake breakfast is in order before our flight out later.
Ashlee: Another city, another flight, another hotel room.
The Badd Boy: Another journey together.
Ashlee: That is a better way of looking at it.
The Badd Boy: Yes it is.
*Ashlee goes back upstairs and goes back to lie in her bed as The Badd Boy goes upstairs to the kitchen to make breakfast.*
*Degenerate hears a door open and hears a man talking to a security man. The person says that he is The Badd Boy and evidentally shows a pass then shows the pass allowing Ashlee in. Degenerate listening closely hears The Badd Boy tell Ashlee to go into the locker room while he runs to get drinks. Footsteps start coming near so Degenerate puts on a pair of Groucho Marx type glasses, the kind with the classes, nose, and little moustache. The Badd Boy rounds the corner and runs into him.*
DGNR8: Ah Badd Boy, fancy meeting you hear.
The Badd Boy: Oh I am shocked. Sometimes I swear you are stalking me.
DGNR8: No, no, not in any way, I just knew you would show up and there is too much going on to not want to talk to you.
The Badd Boy: Yes so there is, well I will tell you what, tell that lazy camera man over there to quit sitting down, and to get up, turn the camera on, and I will give you your usual interview so that you will leave me the hell alone for the rest of the week.
DGNR8: It is done.
*DGNR8 motions for the camera man and he gets up and turns it on.*
DGNR8: So Mr. Badd Boy, you have an upcoming match against Rob Steelhart for your coveted Intercontinental Championship. What do you think about this Dark Circle they are trying to make strong again?
The Badd Boy: Just look at the stupid things he has said. What about how the inmates are running the asylum? The inmate needs to keep himself amuzed by the straight jacket he is wearing. Him and his buddy Dark Talon may feel strong, but in all honosty, they are hiding behind a dark fecade trying only to mask their weekness and create a false sense of intimidation.
DGNR8: You understand that Steelhart had quite a bit to say about you correct?
The Badd Boy: Yes I am proud that he felt the need to come out and run his mouth, but it shall not be enough. He said I shouldn't bother lacing the ol' boots, but rather they are already laced and ready to go. He doesn't want me to come down to the ring? That only means I will run as quickly as I can through the curtain. He gave Franchize defeat, so let us go full circle and I will pay him back ten fold. For on Steelhart someone like you shouldn't be celebrating christmas, rather it should be the time of season that you stay locked away in your little hole. I know that my fate is not defeat, because you want to go towards steps of perfection, but you have already proven that you are nothing of the sorts. Your lord can only bring you your own loss and heart ache. Mine may allow me to feel the pain of a brutal match, but mine gives me the strength to continue on full force. You need a Dark Talon insurance policy? You want to know what insurance I have? Myself, it is all I need. I have never needed anyone to give me anything, I have always pushed myself as hard as I needed to and never needed someone to help me like you need your Talon. Talon's crisismaker does not scare me, if he wants to get involved I'll snap his d@mn neck with my own finisher. His chair will be met with my sledgehammer. Try me steelhart, I dare you to do your d@mndest I am awaiting everything you can throw at me.
DGNR8: Very nice, however, I, along with many of the viewers got the feeling that Steelhart has became a bit confident that he will win this match. Your thoughts?
The Badd Boy: You are referring to when he decided that he was done talking to me? He says he has forgotten me, and I am a memory. Well a lot of times history can be a real pain, and a rude technique of teaching how to remember things is about to be layed down, just like how he will end up. I am far more than a broken house, you made that bed, and once I crumble you, then you will fall along with the house you spoke of. I need not a lesson from a man with major mental problems on being taught how being a champion is supposed to be done. I know d@mn good and well how it is supposed to be done, and I have done a pretty good job of it. More than ninety five percent of my time here I have been a champion, ask around. People don't like to admit it, but it is true. If you are so cocky about yourself, then what do you honostly have that could say that you stand a chance? I mean really, you in my opinion stand no chance what-so-ever partly due to the fact that you almost have this faith in yourself where you act as if you were immortal. Let me inform you of something, even in the stories told of immortal figures, there was always a way to kill them, it was a matter of waiting in patience for the right time, which is exactly my strategy. I will wait until your weakness opens up in the match and that is when I will capitalize on you. Without haste you will be down and out. Believe me, I don't need Wes or Ashlee talking for me, they say how they feel, I speak for myself in words and in actions.
DGNR8: Very good, now one more question referring to the match. What is it about this match that keeps you so motivated?
The Badd Boy: What first lit up my drive was winning this championship from the waiste of Wasabi so early on. A close battle indeed, he is always a tough opponent, but for the third time I have put another one up on him. Now when I look at this Intercontinental Championship I reflect upon the great and not so great people before me who held it. No I have no intentions of mimmicking their legacies, rather I want to create one of my own with it so that when people see this championship in the distant future around the waiste of some noname character such as someone like Steelhart that does not do it justice then that they say, I remember when the greatest person to ever hold that championship had it. When The Badd Boy was on top of his game with it. That is not where the drive ends, but rather the fun I have in the ring. As I have stated numerous times prior in interviews such as this, I like fighting new people, because by facing the new challenges each time I pick up something new. Old opponents just need to be studied on, but one round with them and you learn them and their style. I try to learn everyone's style so that when I get in there I can remain completely unpredictable, and always know how to adapt myself to the so called competition. Rob Steelhart, the dark figure, is about to meet a true Force of One, and once he does, then he will understand the meaning of being Just Too Badd.
DGNR8: Ok, moving on, you un-doubtedly heard the words coming from Primetime Dan Massoud, the man who shocked the world by becoming a man fighting for the side of the fans, and even more shocking you helped him out. What do you have to say about that?
The Badd Boy: He said that he is sorry about me helping him, thus me bringing myself into his problems. He may forget that most of those men are my problems too. The Ikeda-Carthallion feud is one of legendary stature. Franchize? I remember turning him into a pile of nothing when I destroyed him. Steelhart, recently becoming a problem by simply coming after my own championship. Primetime, you need not worry, I did not get into anything I didn't expect. You want someone to watch your back? I do not say this to many people, but you got it. I know what it is like to stand alone. You don't turn your back on me, and I won't do it to you. We could be a formiddable team. I tell you what, I like the offer, but we need to talk to iron some things out. I'm not hard to find, come and get me, we'll talk, and the EMF may be in for a surprise, and the people of the EMF roster who need a good butt kicking may be in for some badd days. I will be seeing you soon Primey boy, this fed needs a couple of men to straighten things out, let us do our best.
DGNR8: That was the stuff I was looking for, thank you for your time.
The Badd Boy: Yeah sure man, I have got to run or Ashlee will kill me before I get the chance to beat steelhart.
*The Badd Boy runs down the hall to the concession area. While he is gone DGNR8 takes the glasses off and puts them in his pocket. The Badd Boy gets a call on his cell from CaRnAgE, they talk about recent events and The Badd Boy hangs up. He walks back down the hallway and runs into Degenerate.*
Degenerate: Hey, yo, double B, have you seen that DGNR8 guy around here? I am trying to find him, he owes me ten bucks from our bets on last weeks matches.
The Badd Boy: D, I really wonder about you sometimes.
Degenerate: What are you talking about?
The Badd Boy: Nevermind, just nevermind, I will catch you later.
*The Badd Boy shakes his head then moves on down the hallway back towards the locker room. Degenerate looks confused for a moment then looks into the camera and winks.*
Degenerate: I think I have him fooled.
*He smiles as the screen fades out.*
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