Role Play Background: History, they say it has a habit of repeating itself. Relatively close to one year ago, The Badd Boy on his quest to become an Extreme Measures Federation heavy weight champion received a personal invitation to visit the infamous legend, X-Cold. X-Cold took The Badd Boy under his wing to show him the ropes. Teaching him how to improve is character, his actions, his abilities, and how to round himself out to not only be a better superstar, but to also become a better man. The Badd Boy took those valuable lessons, and much like biblical truths hid them deep within his heart. Before long, The current world champion of the time, Jarred Carthallion crossed paths with The Badd Boy. A rivalry that has existed ever since The Badd One first came to the EMF from Total Attitude Wrestling, and coincidentally not long after Jarred had came from Dark Circle Wrestling. Jarred to had someone training him. He never did reveal the trainer, but most reports and rumors believe it was another EMF Hall of Famer Shawn Michaels. At the end of the match, only one man stood there as the champion of the world, and that was The Badd Boy Tony Ikeda. There are spectators that would say that without X-Cold he may not have had the edge in the match, or the burning fire, and the desire to do what it took. None-the-less X-Cold pushed The Badd Boy to his very best, and Mr. Ikeda will always be greatful. Though that piece of history was great, there was another event that took place one year ago to the event, that is not so grand. Justin Franchize, taking it upon himself to kidnap the fiancee of The Badd Boy, Ashlee Johnson. After a months worth of mind games and childs play it came down to first blood, the end of the year, when The Badd Boy got inside a three tiered cage. Title contenderships were on-line, but that was rather insignifcant and more or less for the fans. The most important thing was Ashlee whom had been turned into what seemed to be a material item, locked in the third cage with the door on the outside. Winner took home the girl, the loser went home battered and left to be nothing of a person. The match was brutal, but The Badd Boy with fury in his heart, and only a one tracked mind was set to free whom was supposed to be his future wife, and get revenge on the sick sadistic f#ck whom didn't even deserve to have a beating heart. The fight broke free from the inside of the cage, and within a matter of time the men were on top of the third cage. After some brief brawling, The Badd Boy launched Justin Franchize from off of the top of the large steel structure, and his battered body lay crippled on the hard ground. The Badd Boy freed the woman whom one month later would become, Ashlee Ikeda. Franchize was out of it, The Badd Boy who seemed to have gotten his revenge didn't even get a portion of what he wanted to do, he knew this because Franchize's heart was still beating. Franchize was ordered by contract legalities to fight one more match with Ashlee for the Attitude World Championship and he was easily defeated. His career after the beating from The Badd Boy however was done, and he was beaten so badly, he had to take a longer time off due to injuries than any other man in the history of the EMF. Recently he returned in an attempt to extract revenge on Primetime Dan Massoud, and Jarred Carthallion, men who turned their backs on this sick sadistic loser. He won't admit to the world the events of what happened one year ago, because The Badd Boy had shut Franchize's mouth. Now, as The Badd Boy made his in-ring return not too long ago and captured the Intercontinental Championship. Franchize, though he has not earned it is getting a shot at the championship in a first blood match. Winner, must make the loser bleed. The Badd Boy can't wait, because he will thoroughly enjoy. So one year later, will history repeat itself? Will it repeat itself with the winner of the match being the same? The Badd Boy thinks so, just wait and see as the Badd Boy gets his revenge...again. The other question is, which other event nearly one year ago will repeat itself? Just watch, and learn.
*The Badd Boy is sitting in his hotel room as a knock is heard on the door. A deep voice yells "Room Service".*
The Badd Boy: For some reason I highly doubt that it is room service.
*The Badd Boy opens the door and has to look up to see the seven foot five hundred pount walking wall of muscle, CaRnAgE. He walks inside without waiting for an invitation and goes straight for the in room fridge to see what The Badd Boy is hiding.*
The Badd Boy: Excuse me? Uninvited?
CaRnAgE: Since when do I need an invitation?
The Badd Boy: Good point. So what are you up to?
CaRnAgE: Looking for a bite to eat, why don't you have anything in your fridge?
The Badd Boy: We are only going to be here for a couple of days. Then we'll be back home.
CaRnAgE: You should have known I would stop by to steal it.
The Badd Boy: If I were a friggin' mind reader I would be making millions on the fake psychics network.
CaRnAgE: Yeah, so anyways, you going to crack some skulls or what?
The Badd Boy: Not skulls, just skull.
CaRnAgE: Who does this guy think he is? He couldn't put you away the last time you two faced.
The Badd Boy: He was very over confident. He basically flat out told me I didn't have what it takes to win, then he made the ultimate mistake of taking my wife.
CaRnAgE: Yeah, dumb@$$.
The Badd Boy: Franchize has a badd night ahead of him, I will guarantee that much.
CaRnAgE: You d@mn right he does. If my leg would ever heal up I would be in there beating the tar out of him.
The Badd Boy: I am sure you would.
CaRnAgE: So where is your better looking half anyway?
The Badd Boy: In the shower.
CaRnAgE: Alright I just wanted to stop by to see if your rich cheap @$$ had any food, I'm out of here. I will catch you later.
The Badd Boy: Later.
*CaRnAgE leaves and the door closes. Just as it does Ashlee comes walking out wrapped in only a towel.*
Ashlee Ikeda: Who was that?
The Badd Boy: Crae.
Ashlee Ikeda: Cool, so what is on the agenda tonight?
The Badd Boy: I was thinking about heading out to the gym, probably call in a camera man to let out some frustrations. I want you to come with me, because as long as we are here, I want you to be where I know where you are. During my match you are not to be at ringside, rather in my locker room with CaRnAgE and Degenerate. Ok with you?
Ashlee Ikeda: Yeah that's fine.
The Badd Boy: You are also going to have your cell phone with you at all times. No chances can be risked.
Ashlee Ikeda: Ok.
*Ashlee pulls some clothes out of her suitcase and gets ready.*
*Ashlee goes over to one of the weight machines and starts working on it. The assigned camera man sets up and The Badd Boy finishes taking his whacks on the punching bag. He takes a drink of his water and looks at the camera.*
The Badd Boy: Justin Franchize, well ol' boy nice to see you are finally recovering from the injuries I gave you. I guess you need some more to keep you out for another year. Let me take you on a trip through time. It is still the year two thousand and one, and suddenly Mr. I want to be hardcore so bad, but I can not cut it Justin Franchize wants a piece of the extreme champion The Badd Boy. It wasn't enough for you to just consider coming out and making a challenge to me. If you knew me at all Iwould not have backed down. So what did you decide to go and do? At first you tried to scare my fiancee at the time with your flashing symbol. Next thing I know you kidnap her and lead me on wild goose chases everywhere. Was it your way of mind games? Or are you really just that sick of a f*ck as you call yourself? Well, your name calls you a a sick f*ck, but I would venture to say that no you are not sick, well mentally, but overall you are just one stupid f*ck. You were a bit over confident, and so sure of yourself that you were going to be able to finish me off, because for some reason in the back of your mind you had this feeling that I was not a real top level competitor and that you were better than me. Mistake number one, always remember you are never better than anybody. When you think you are you get what you deserve, and that is your own @$$ handed back to you on a silver platter. So mistake number two was p!$$ing me off. You kidnap my fiancee, and I not only disliked you at the time and was ready to challenge you, but after pulling that stunt, I grew an utter hatred for you. There aren't many men I hate in this world, but in this federation there are only two and you happen to be one of them. So with you in your secred identity, you are holding my wife hostage, and then in character as Justin Franchize you don't tell anyone that you are secretly the kidnapping sick stalker. In character you choose to attempt to befriend me. We even got a tag team shot against Matt Dragon and Mr. E. You did exactly what I expected you to do, I just didn't know you when exactly you were going to crack me in my head, but you did. You thought you pulled one over on me, but I told many people the night before that I had a gut feeling you were going to try and pull some stunt. Justin, you are such a complete imbicile you left so many clues behind. You were too freakin' sloppy with your work. Not only that you tried to befriend me way too quickly. Mr. Hypocritical, you are now so obscessed with getting revenge on Jarred Carthallion and Primetime Dan Massoud because at some point they turned their backs on you. However it is exactly what you did to me, that is ok, I think we recall what happened in our recent tag match. More on that in a little bit. So you reveal yourself as the kidnapper, and even more confident you become in that you will be able to defeat me. So the match was signed for First Blood, the two of us in a triple teired cage. If you won you got a shot at my extreme championship, and if I won Ashlee got to get a piece of you in the ring for the Attitude World. Those stipulations were insignificant to me. What was significant was the fact that Ashlee was hanging in the third cage. I was forced to sign on the dotted line saying that the winner got the girl. That only fueled my fire more. We got in the ring and it started off with me taking you down with a right hand. From then on I whipped your @$$ like you were a rookie wrestling school girl. We spilled the fight to the outside, and even climbed up to the top of gigantic steel structure to the third cage. When the opportunity opened itself up, you were thrown right off from it. I hope you had a nice trip, we I would have loved to have said see you next fall, but I had to free my woman. However, the revenge I got on you that night, and the revenge I could total up on you in a life time could never amount to nearly enough of what I want to do to you for your actions. Everyone pays the price ten fold of their own actions, I will bask in the gorious times that we have when it all begins on you, because that will begin with me as it already has and will continue to do. That was only your history lesson Franchize, andt his is only the tip of the iceburg. Just wait until I get my hands around your scrawny neck!
*The Badd Boy throws his empty water out. He takes a breif break to do some butterflies and then he runs on the treadmill. After about twenty minutes he makes his way over to the stair climbing machine and puts it on full difficulty. After working on it long enough to finally break a sweat he gets off and comes back to the awaiting camera to finish. He catches his breat then begins to speak.*
The Badd Boy: Ok, flash forward Franchize, time to step back out of the past and into the current. You want to know why I was sure that not only me, but also my partner, and another mortal enemy of yours Primetime was sure to screw you over? For one you sure as hell wouldn't have been able to get the job done on your own, you don't have what it takes to be a winner or a champion. You could never be as good as me or Primetime. You wouldn't stand a snowball's chance in hell. To get down to the nitty gritty, I believe that you are nothing, but a low dispicable poor sad excuse for a real human being. Whoever decided that you deserved to even have the chance to compete with the big dogs needs to be shot. Oh that's right, that was Dark Talon who started that. Well you see how far him and Rob Steelhart got with me. Absolutely nowhere, because there is not going to be any man who will be putting anything over me. I simply will not stand for it. This is a deadly game that we play Franchize, except with the choices you have made you have made this into much more than a game, oh no, this is an all out war, not just a war in the ring, but you chose to make things personal. Since you have been away, there has not been a drop of love loss between us from my side. Oh hell no. As far as you, what is your deal now? You seem to act as if nothing ever happened, as if we should be all hunky dorey, and everything be just fine. You seem to think that when we were in the ring we were going to be some well oiled machine. I was the oil, you were the rust, and there wasn't a chance in hell that I was going to help you. Give me one good reason why I should ever waste the time with helping you. I can give you a thousand on why I shouldn't. I will never act like nothing has happened in the past, because it did, and you know d@mn good and well that it did. So if you think that pretending like it didn't will just clear things up and make the past become the past and have no effects on the future, you are dead wrong. The problem could very well be the snot I kicked out of you, and the probably severe concussion you had, and you forgot everything that took place, but believe you me, I have not forgotten, and I will never forget, and I will always be looking for ways to get back at you. Just keep that in mind. I take pleasure in seeing you flop around like a fish out of water just like the loser that you are. Steelhart kicked your butt, don't you remember that? Just to add insult to injury. Steelhart, I was able to take him out, and you got taken out by him. How you feel you deserve to up another step and be in this contention when you couldn't even earn a victory I don't know, but remember when you lost to Steelhart it was a match for the rights to a shot at this belt, and you lost, he took his shot and he too lost. Now you couldn't go up the chain of command, so you ought to feel d@mn lucky that this shot is being so graciously awarded to you for doing nothing. Gee I wish I could sit on my butt, get paid and handed shots for golden championships just by sitting on my butt. Oh how much of a talent that must be. I swear Franchize I would have rathered them give a shot to by younger brother Wes. He is more deserving than you are, and hell I have whipped him on more than one occassion too. Now, I would understand if you don't understand this next statement, because you are an ingrate and a complete imbicile whom I am sure has never had a taste of culture even if it bit him on the butt. However I am reminded of a musical I recently have seen sitting in my box seat at the St. Louis Fox Theatre, it was called "The Producers". The opening line was "Who do you have to f*ck to get a role in this town?". So I guess that for you could be turned around to say "Who do you have to f*ck to get a title match in this federation?". Evidentally you found the right guy for you, because here you are where you don't deserve to be. Don't take this the wrong way, I am not scared of you, I just think that you should have to learn what it is like to have to bust your butt to get whatever you earn on your own. Then you would hold a little more respect for this business and understand why I am the champion.
*The camera shuts off as The Badd Boy stands up. He grabs his bag and Ashlee grabs hers. He leans down and gives her a kiss then the two head back to their hotel for the night.*
*The Badd Boy is shown on camera walking around the basement of the arena. He picks up a steel chair, looks at it, sneers then throws it down. He then finds a table and pushes down on it checking the sturdiness. He checks around and sees pipes and two by fours. Finally he sets his eyes upon a ladder in the corner. He pulls it down and opens it up. He climbs it, and he sits upon the top as the camera gets him in focus.*
The Badd Boy: Champion...What is a champion exactly? Franchize, let us now learn a little lesson in champions. This would explain why I am one and why you are not and will not become one. You see, to be a champion contrary to your belief does not only consist of having the right of holding a leather and gold Extreme Measures Federation championship belt. From the defunct light heavy weight championship, to the television, to the extreme, to the tag team, to the Womens, to the Intercontinental, all the way up to the most coveted World Heavy Weight Championship. Now given flukes happen, along with in ring mistakes and champions are crowned with a belt, but it is not usually long before they are proven to not really deserve the belt, and really they aren't a champion anyway. As I have learned being a champion for one takes the heart. The heart backs everything a champion does, such as will power. Just when you think you've got me, I will fight you, and I will put you in the ground. My will usually surpasses that of my opponents, that is why I have the uncanny ability to take punishment for a long period of time, then bow! I unleash my reserves and I will take you further than you have ever been taken. I will fight until there is nothing left, until my final breath. I don't care of my legs are gone, and the building is caving down on me, because when you think I am done I will come back stronger. My goal is to see you fall, to see you show your true colors and become a failure. You don't have that heart, what it takes to go beyond all limits to be a champion. The next thing you need is a respect for the business. I would be surprised if you respected your own mother. You are sick like you say, but you can be as sick as your black ice cold heart desires, but it means nothing. You don't respect the ring you are in, you don't respect the gold you have worn. You don't give a d@mn about your opponents, the fans, the authorities, nothing. I do respect where I am and the status I have acheived. I know that Total Attitude Wrestling created me, and I know that the Extreme Measures Federation made me into the man I am today. I have shared success elsewhere such as Dan's Extreme Wrestling Federation, but none of that is relavent. It doesn't matter where you are, because every superstar who has made it this far as been across the board. It's not the federation you are in, but rather the fact that you are even having the time waisted on you to be given a chance at being able to fight amongst these other competitors. The fans have stood behind me, and I will never forget them and what they have done for me. Last, I recently learned a lesson on how you have to control your emotions and channel anger and frustrations into lesson three. Focus...I know your every move Franchize. I can't stand you in the least bit and I am sure that everyone is aware of that. Instead of going psychotic, I have decided to study you and watch you. I am ready for your plan of attack. I already know that you will be going all out with your sadistic toys in the hopes to make me bleed. I don't care if you make me bleed, but understand first that if I bleed it will not be until after you are gushing blood and the referee calls the match in my favor. If you still feel badd, then mess with the badd man, and find the force of one and how it explodes. I will beat you until you can't move. I will find complete satisfaction in it. I find all of the threats that you have ever made or will make about me to be absurd. I will never be given the opportunity to do worse to you than you have done to me. If your heart can still beat then I am still working on whatever I feel is needed to take you out. I hold the Intercontinental Championship right now, and you can take this to the bank. I will be fighting for more revenge, to keep a hold of my intercontinental championship, and to see you bleed. Those are my goals for you, and they will be upheld, because I will stop at nothing to put you to rest once and for all. So bring your attitude, and let me teach you a lesson in how hardcore is done, because you have not the slightest idea. I will hurt you in very badd ways. The rule books are out the window, it is just me and you mono y mono, one on one we will see who is the better man, and prove that I am much better than you are.
*Degenerate pops into Badd Boy and Ashlee's locker room to ask Ashlee where Tony is.*
Degenerate: Hey, where is your man?
Ashlee Ikeda: He is in the basement I believe getting prepared.
Degenerate: Oh good.
*Degenerate leaves quickly and pulls out a spiderman mask. He grabs a microphone and his camera man and dashes towards the basement. He walks down the steps and sees The Badd Boy standing down there just putting up a ladder. Double B looks up to see DGNR8. DGNR8 pulls The Badd Boy up the stairs and The Badd Boy leans against the wall.*
DGNR8: So, Mr. Badd Boy this Sunday at First Blood you get to take on Justin Franchize in a first blood match. That's great and all, and believe me I want to get your comments, but I want to run the EMF's first ever Just Too Badd Drill. For every remark you make, you must somewhere in it use the word Badd. Good luck. Number one, what does the future hold in store for Justin Franchize?
The Badd Boy: Well, it is Just Too Badd that his future has in store for him a foot in his @$$ that will be turned sideways. He will be seeing a side of me, that noone has ever seen before. The shades were there when I fought him one year ago, but on this special anniverssarry, even more pain is in store. If I can not find a way to hurt him, I will be inventing ways to hurt him. You can bet that this battle will be one of the most brutal fights ever witnessed in this federation. All people from Dark Circle Wrestling seem to have ended up losers, Dark Talon, Rob Steelhart, Jarred, Franchize, Adam Lax, and even Collector. Franchize is just a pawn in this game, and I am the King, I rule the board. So he better be ready to pack his bags, because once I am done with him he will no longer be usefull around here.
DGNR8: Amazing, truly it is. What about yourself? This is a time that you get to brag on yourself, why are you so great?
The Badd Boy: Face it, I am one badd man. I like it like that. Though I have a compassion for human life, someone like Franchize is not human, and I know my limitations. The don't exist. You see I have nothing left to prove, he gave me everything he had one year ago and I proved that I am the better man, so now I am keeping look out for cheap ways to get victories, and any flukes. I will be eliminating those options. I don't consider myself special, I would think that I just wrestle smart. Before I go at it with whoever it is I am sure to know who it is that I am going after. Only when you know your opponent and have studied them can you really beat them. Since I have done that thouroughly on Franchize, with the addition of my want to beat him I think that is where my edge lies.
DGNR8: Truer words have never been spoken. Where do you expect this match to take you?
The Badd Boy: I am not expecting it to take me anywhere. Maybe President Mike will notice me and remember why I was a world champion at some point, but I am not worried, because I like my current status right now. So this victory will just be solidfying my right as champion and keeping me where I am right now. I do think it will get me one place, because with a victory from Primetime, him and I will be tag team champions soon. Badd Times are ahead for the EMF, and Franchize is just a stepping stone for the both of us. I can see me getting a little more recognition from those who have forgotten and hopefully the right that I will have earned unlike Franchize to establish myself into a place of power around here.
DGNR8: Badd Boy, you never seem to cease to amaze me. How much does past events with your wife have you fired up over this match.
The Badd Boy: Oh that is beyond belief, and through the roof. Those times were some of the worst times I have ever lived through in my life. With such actions of stupidity it is only right that Franchize get his head beat in. That nose of his will most definately be broken along with many other things by the end of the night. There are not a lot of superstars that I pay this much attention to and allow to really submerse myself in, but I was given no other option. My only option is to beat this child and force him to realize the mistakes he is making. That will allow me the chance to brand him as just another badd victim, and I will continue on while he is not even recognizeable as a man. If he could even pass as a human being I would be surprised. Noone, and I mean noone ever messes with my wife and lives to tell about it. Franchize is learning that, as Blake did a while back.
DGNR8: Very fueled and fired up indeed. Now your theme song "Just Too Badd" from Beyond Wrestling says a lot about you. Anything further on that?
The Badd Boy: Well, Just Too Badd is my attitude and my signature. As far as the lyrics to my theme go, I mentioned a few when I was talking about Franchize prior to our meeting, because not only do you hear them everytime I step through the curtain, but also they couldn't explain me any better than they do. It is like a flawless perfect portrayal of my heart, soul, will power, and determination. I have learned a lot from Hall of famer and legend X-Cold, so those mixed in with the lessons he has taught me applies the thoughts behind those lyrics. To me they are not just words in a song, rather they are personal, and made just for me, because I know that I am unique. Badd Lyrics, for a Badd Man, it is just suiting to everything that I am and stand for.
DGNR8: This is all great and it is almost time to wrap things up here. So this is your opportunity to get in any last words to Franchize for his stunts. Anything?
The Badd Boy: Of course. I will take advantage of every opportunity I have. Franchize, you mark my words and be listening very intently, because this is important information pertaining to you. I will be d@mned if I walk away from all of this without you being a bloody mess, because I simply could not be that nice. Not that I don't like being nice, but I have a whole lot of @$$ whoopin' to catch up on, and it just so happens that you make better than anybody to be kicked around. You will learn respect, you will learn to earn what you are given, and you will learn that I am the baddest man on the planet. I am the last person you want to p!ss off. So be ready, my fists are flailing, and you are going down once I snap your neck! This match is for blood, it is for my championship, it is for the federation, for the fans, for myself, and most importantly for my wife!
DGNR8: Powerful and moving, really it is. I would like to thank you for taking time out of your busy schedule to meet with me.
The Badd Boy: You came and got me.
DGNR8: Just go with it would you?
The Badd Boy: Whatever.
DGNR8: I heard rumors that CaRnAgE and Degenerate who is a swell guy by the way will stay with Ashlee in the locker room until you get done with the match.
The Badd Boy: That's exactly what is going to happen. I know he has perverted thoughts running through that scrambled up head of his twenty four seven. No risks, no chances, no luck for him.
DGNR8: Staying tough I see.
The Badd Boy: You d@mn right I am. I wouldn't have it any other way.
DGNR8: Great, great.
The Badd Boy: As a matter of fact I am about on my way back to be with Ashlee to spend some more time with her.
DGNR8: A little relaxation before the match?
The Badd Boy: Who needs to relax? I would hope for a bit of a work out.
DGNR8: Kids are watching.
The Badd Boy: Oh my badd. Well I must be off.
DGNR8: Ok Mr. Badd Boy you enjoy the rest of your day.
The Badd Boy: I will enjoy it after I destroy Franchize.
DGNR8: Very well then. This has been another DGNR8 special edition with The Badd Boy. I am your host DGNR8 and on behalf of myself and The Badd Boy I am signing off.
The Badd Boy: Later Mr. DGNR8.
DGNR8: Later Double B.
*The Badd Boy goes to his locker room as usual as DGNR8 pulls of his spider man mask. A rope is hanging from the ceiling that he pretends to be webbing as he grabs a hold of it. A man from above uses a pulley system to have Degenerate raised via the rope and he swings smiling off of the scene that fades.*
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