
Flight Attendant: Oh my god. You were so awesome Sunday Night. I mean from the way you came out. . . to that move you did to seal the match. But there was one thing that I was wondering about. Kidd: Go ahead. FA: Afterwards why did you lend out your hand in a show of respect? I mean after the war with words and everything you still show some kind of showmanship. Why? Kidd: Hmm. . .good question. Why did I do it? The reason is simply this. I respected this kid’s spunk. Shane Bills has some talent and everything but let’s get serious. I mean, of course he was hard headed. And I did tell I’m the real deal but he had to find out for himself but oh well at least he tried. Kidd notices the camera and smiles. He’s wearing a white T-Shirt and a pair of regular jeans. You can see the shoes but it’s not really important. He looks at the cameraman directly and pat the seat next to him, signaling him to sit down. As he sits down, another flight attendant heads to the front of the plane to explain the procedure when lifting off. As the camera goes back to Kidd, you can see the other flight attendant, who is name Amy, at least on her name tags it does, resting her head on his shoulder. He wraps his arm around her as he looks into the camera. Kidd: Ahhh. . .I love this feeling. The sun is shining bright in the nice blue sky. People around me are still talking about the last Implosion before the pay-per-view. I’m around a pretty young lady *looks at Amy* and the most important thing is . . . I’m still riding my high horse. It’s a great feeling and I know damn well this is not gonna go away anytime soon. On top of all those wonderful feeling, I’m about to go on a little trip. To a place that is known all worldwide by millions of people. A place where the days are nice but the nights are beautiful. It’s goes as one of the best, if not the best places. You know what I’m talking about. . . Kidd waits for an answer. Kidd:. . .No!!!!! NOT ENGLAND!!! OH HELL NO!!! AS TRASHY AS THAT PLACE IS!!!!! I’M TALKING ABOUT NEW YORK!!! EWWW. . .with the scum like this Sir Isaac Newton guy. . . Amy: Sir Edward Xaviar. Kidd: Whatever!! The plane starts to gain speed as Kidd continues. Kidd: At Betrayal, in the elegant MGM Grand, I face this guy with the weirdest name. And I’m so shocked that he wants to be called this. I face S.E.X. . .SEX with Guy Styles. Kinda make you wonder. . hmm. The plane start to ascend and Kidd , unaware of the situation, falls back into his seat. He quickly puts on his belt then regains his composure. He laughs to try to shrug the accident off then continues.
Kidd: Anyway. Eddie. I’ve heard so much about you. Battling some of the stars of today in the McW. Looking for championship gold. A technical genius they say.
Well you know what I say. I say that your full of that nasty stuff. Yeah you know, bullshit so strong that it explain why you have your nose stuck up in the air. You see, I told you before Implosion that afterward that little encounter your countdown begins. So I shall go with my promise. 6 days. You have six days to lift all those weights, to do all those interviews, and to have your little chubby Oompa Loopa friend to hype you up for this match. But my little friend, understand that after all of your little antics, all those stunts , all those little ways you have to try to intimidate me. . . Sunday night, you and Guy Smiley, are gonna walk into the MGM Grand, walk down the ramp, step into the ring, and look directly into the eyes of THE BEST DAMN TECHNICAL/HIGH FLYING/HARDCORE basically put THE BEST DAMN SHOWSTOPPA AROUND!!! The plane continues reaches its’ high point and level off. Kidd, slowly but surely, takes off his belt and give a sign of relief. He starts to think about what he just said and ,out of nowhere, a slick smile appears on his baby smooth face. Kidd: Hmmm. . .You just gave me the finest idea. You know this regular match bores me. It seems to easy to defeat you in a regular single match. So I purpose an idea. Matter of fact I issue a challenge. You say you’re a technically mastermind, huh? You’re a “technical mastermind”, you say? Prove It. This Sunday Night at Betrayal, in the beautiful MGM Grand in Vegas, the showstopping capital of the world, in front of the thousands of people in the arena and the millions watching at home all over the world. . . “The Show” Tyrone Kidd challenges Sir Edward Xaviar to a submission match. He gives a sinister laugh.
That means, my friend, no pinfalls, no count-outs, no disqualifications! The only way to win this match is by tapping or passing out, either way, you will suffer defeat. IN SIX DAYS, The Show will show you my friend, that I AM destine for greatness and you. . . *laughs* . . . will be just another wall in the way that I will have to break down. And THAT MY FRIEND IS NOT A THREAT BUT A PROMISE!! Until Sunday, S.E.X, you should be beware of a lot things.
Beware of the lights. . .
Beware of the camera. . .
And damn well Beware of the actions of The Show. . .fool!! Camera fades to black as Kidd turns back around to talk to the flight attendant. |