Narrator: What a show! What a night! What an ending! Chaos is done and no one has had a rougher night than the Cruiserweight Champion. Interrupting and costing both Tadashii and Dawg’s match, Kidd and Starr end up on the receiving end of a beat down by not one but both individuals. Then at the main event, not only does he get taken out by the United States Champion but to get jumped by Tadashii again and also his PARTNER Rick Jones. Not to mention the assault afterwards by the number one contender, Jay Gold. Such a long night and such a longer week ahead of him as per order of the new Chaos GM, Josh Stewey, Kidd has a one on one No DQ match against Kaiou with Jay Gold as the special guest referee. As if the odds stacks are push against him enough with all the big stable after him, to be put in a match like this is preposterous. But no matter how impossible this seems, Tyrone Kidd will go into it the same way that he has always know to. With his head high and claiming victory.
Adding this to the grudge they had the last time Kidd was in the GWA, Storm vs Kidd will be more than a grudge match, but a fight to start a bigger fight. The fight to prove that Kidd is the true Franchise. Let The Show begin:
“I’m a leader, ya’ll on some followin’ shit
Comin’ to this game on some modelin’ shit
Bitches suck dick just to get to the top
I put a hundred percent on every line I drop . . . “
-Lil Kim; “Quiet Storm” Mobb Deep feat Lil Kim
The scene opens up at the front desk of the local Iraq hospital somewhere near Baghdad. After the horrific night that The Show has had this whole night, you think that going to the hospital would be the best thing that happened . . . WRONG! It happens that the closest hospital around was twenty miles away! So not only did it take them long to get here, but it was a long trip to the medical facility for both Starr and a bloody Tyrone Kidd. Just like how it is in the city, eh? Well anyway time passes by and it becomes 12:30 Iraqi time before you see the twosome walking out of the hallway and to the elevator. The camera catches Starr as you can tell she has been beat up. A couple bruises on her arm and legs but nothing too serious. With the hell beautiful red hair messed up and all over the place, and the pissed off look on her face, you can tell that Starr is not one happy camper. Then on the other side is Tyrone Kidd. First thing that you notice is the fact that he what it looks like a white skull cap on his head. It covers his whole head and it looks like it’s wrapped in different directions. In all reality, it’s a bandage wrapped around his head from the beating that he received especially the last one by Jay Gold at the end of the show. Due to the fact that he is still in his wrestling gear, you can also see that he has his ribs taped too, but not heavily. There’s no smirk on his face as he walks. There’s no confidence in his walks and he passes by multiple fans on his way. There no loveable look in his eyes and a couple of lovely girls get out of the door of the elevator. Just hatred. Anguish. Like a monster with a mind of his own. Not to be messed with. But with all that emotions, he still motions the camera guy to follow him in the elevator. With his knees shaking, the guy follows. Once inside, Starr presses the button as the elevator door close. Kidd looks at the guy and snarls before talking. Kidd: . . . Do you see this? *points at his girlfriend* Do you see this? *points at his ribs* Do you SEE THIS?! *points at his head* Tonight was a night that we were to suppose to give to the solider. A ‘show’ as they call it. Good old entertainment. You know what happen at the end? Brutal, harsh, violence. And do you know who was on the receiving side of that violence? ME!! First of all, I walked into the match between Dawg and Tadashii. Yeah I interfered. Yeah I screwed Dawg out of his match. So? There are always reason for any kind of actions that is taken and this is no different. Dawg, if you can date back to the good old Josh Stewey days you can remember a certain main event that took place. My shot at Championship Gold. Not only that but the World title. It was you, Shawn Scott, Gino, and me. I had it won. I had Battisti right where I wanted him. And what did you do? Stuck you nose in someone else’s business. You cost me my shot at gold and stardom. What you did was like taken a piss in someone else’s backyard. You being a Dawg eat Dawg person should understand that type of situation. You cost me something big so I guess I had to cost you something in return. Maybe costing a fight with Tadashii is nothing compare to cost a shot at championship. Shit. Coming those two is like comparing the Brooklyn Brawler with ECW Tazz. But the point being is that it’s consider payback. . . Or so I thought. Until you decide to fight back and leave me on the mat with a bunch of herpes infected spit on my chest. You see Dawg, you think that you have the last laugh tonight but now you did something you shouldn’t have. Now you made yourself a target. What you did was like walking into a punch or like what you say wearing milkbone undies in front of a dog. Be on the lookout my friend, cause I might just take a bite in these oncoming weeks. The elevator reaches the first floor as they walks towards the door. As he reaches the front door, a security guard walks right next to him and puts his hand out in a sign of respect. Kidd just walks out the door not paying attention to the guy as he looks around for his transportation to the airport. He spots a Humvie and walks up to the door before opening it and letting his girl in. After she gets in, he give a stern look at the cameraman as he walks inside. Last, Kidd walks in and all they space out. Kidd continues to talk. Kidd: Then we have this little arrogant dumb fuck that goes by the name of Jay Gold. Yeah, I talked about him two weeks ago when I put to rest that little bitch of a person he calls a stable mate Doug Crashin. But now he wants to take my talk into action with his little run in to end the show. But I understand that he trying to do whatever it takes to grab the attention of the soldiers and myself. You know out of curiosity, when was the last time you seen Jay Gold in either the main event or closing out the show. After a long pause, Kidd goes back to what he was saying. Kidd: . . . Exactly. It’s looks like this 140 pound feather will try anything to get himself to be known as a highlight reel. It doesn’t work like that though. I mean it was smart that since you are the number one contender and all, that you should send a message to know that you coming after my gold. There no problem with it. I respect it. But now trying to send a message on a fallen soldier like myself after a brutal match and a terrible night is just pathetic. I mean little boy, I thought that your ‘leader’ would teach you better than that. I mean the way you did your little attack was like how crows attack the animal after it was hit by a dump truck. You proved no point. You just proved how much of a bitch you really are. No balls exactly. But it’s ok. I’ll give you an A for effort. And an F for precision. But not for the point of the attack. No. But for the reason of getting the biggest slut of all times pregnant. Yes I’m talk about Martha. It doesn’t take much brains to know a slut from a wife. I mean if you look at it, chances are ever since you joined up with Klub Kaos, the group must have hit it at least three, four time already. And yet you think you’re the daddy? Do yourself a favor and take a Maury test. Bring the whole Kaos and hell bring the whole GWA with you to makes sure because it will be a long day in the Gold Household. But besides all that this week, you ref my match. Are you happy? Are you ecstatic? Jubilant? I mean since I know you look up to me you should be. You’re a follower so I wouldn’t expect other wise. I mean Jay Gold look at. Your remarks. Your style. Even your attitude. It’s obvious that you want to be just like me. And it’s ok. I’ll treat you like a son and show you the way to becoming a main eventer. But you are going to have to the learn the first lesson. Never try to step up to daddy. It’s like burning the bible. It’s taboo. The attack you did was no need to grab my attention. Just the fact that you were the number one contender did it. The attack just aggravated me. Now this week, you get yo see your father in action and I show you what happens to people who stick their noses at the wrong time. I hope during your match you have a pen and paper ready to take notes because after the match, it will be time for your quiz. And if you not ready for it. Just take your punk ass out of the ring and take a time out until your ready. You say this week that my destiny ends here? No Golden Boy. My destiny has just begun. I am the franchise and your dream to take my title will be burst like a bubble. This week, we will see if you mature to a man or if you will always be that Golden Boy. And that is not a threat . . . BUT A PROMISE!!! The driver reaches a stop sign and looks back after Kidd yelled those last words. Kidd gives the driver a look of rage and he just turns back and drives. Kidd: Which leaves me to my match this week. Tadashii Kaiou and his hermaphrodite of a sister Michru. The Siamese Twins so to say. It looks like your on cloud nine now after beating me down twice in one night. Kinda getting the upper hand in the end. Bravo Karate Kid. It seems that you still sucking Ricky’s titty still after all this time. I guess somethings never change, huh. Being his cheerleader all through the match. Badmouthing everybody and not you good ol’ friend. You know, in America we have a word for these kind of people. We call them ‘groupies’. That is exactly what you are my short friend. And back in the day that would be good cause you know Rick was the CEO so you could have gotten ahead on and off the wrestling scene. But now Acid is one of us now. A wrestler. So now your just sucking up for no reason. Kinda sad though. I guess in the end, you can’t help it. You use to sucking up to get your title shots and reigns that it’s now a reflex. Oh well. Now you are just a no one. You couldn’t hold the Global title for long. And you couldn't hold the US title for long. You are nothing so big to worry about so yes you are right when you say that I more worried of Rick than by you. Because Rick actually poses a threat. You, my friend, is just puppet on a string. This week I will cut them string and leave you in a bloodied mess. As another message. This time to Rick. You don’t fool with me. It’s not wise. You have too many war to fight to be starting with me cause I can guarantee that you won’t be able to finish it. You and your googly eyed friend will see that I am going to start at the runt of the litter to prove that I am the Franchise. The best. Understand, asshole. I defeated Stan Storm. A person you haven’t faced yet. A person you are just too damn scared to face. A person that YOU no showed against, I defeated. Now think about it. You couldn’t cut it with him and then you expect that you can with me? Ha. That’s a good one. In the end, two storm will fall as you add on to the list. Then I can say that I beat the one TRUE storm . . . whoever that is. So if you prepare the tombstone and the coffin ready for my funeral, understand that you will be sleeping in it. I have no funny comments or little quirk to talk about because you, Gold, Dawg, and Rick crossed a line that you shouldn’t have. I predict Lights Out to each and everyone of you little slackers as I will make it known. You don’t go on The Show if you can’t handle the heat. I hope that in the end that Kaiou can handle what he is getting into because I will go all out to put it in short FUCK HIM UP!!! Next week won’t be a pretty site in Mexico. The home of the Cruiserweights will have to be altered as the Cruiser champ makes statements, starting with Tadashii. Trust me, little man. Among all the damage that a storm can do to any object, the eye of the storm is always the calmest. That is your weakness and it won’t be good when that STORM will be weakened at Chaos. What happened the first time I came to GWA will not repeat itself as you will find out . . . . . .WHY I SAY. . . . . .WHAT I SAY. . . . . .WHEN I SAY. . . IT’S SHOWTIME!!!!! The Humvie arrives at the local Iraq airport as Kidd and Starr grabs the bag that was inside the automobile the whole time. It seems that this was the same vehicle that they drove to get to the tent in Iraq. They head inside the airport with only one this on their mind . . . REVENGE!!! ::SCENE ENDS:: |
