Tyrone Kidd vs Blitz Bomber
Kidd: Everything’s in check? Guy: Yes. For the hundredth time. Kidd: You better make sure it’s on time. This week is a big thing. Bigger than that the Chamber match. Bigger than me so close from putting Battisti’s lights out. This is a big week and I need a ‘big bang’, get it? Guy: Yeah. Kidd: You better. Kidd turns his head to the left and notices the camera. With the cocky smile that he usually wears on his babyface, he proceed to fix up his shirt, and put the walkie talkie in his pocket then begins to do what he does best. Kidd: 2 weeks ago was a time I thought was a big shot. A big shot at stardom. A once in a lifetime for a excellent new talent superstar like myself to be given a big time title. The biggest one. A Four Way Elimination Chamber match to determine the next leader of the new McW. Four . . . . well three men gave it there all and at one time, Gino was about to take a nice dirtnap. But that little pooch had to take out the strongest link. You know why? Because he knew that one on one, he couldn’t defeat me. He knew that he could handle Gino easily. Especially have he suffer 2/3 of That’s A Wrap. So he stuck up like a bitch and took me out. Okay. Good plan. For a simpleminded fool like you that was an actually a smart move. I applaud on your little intelligence to pull that victory off. At the same time, that blind shot has to be returned. The ‘Blackout’ in your room. *laughs* wasn’t really a blackout. I mean it was pretty easy when the switch is right next to the door. So I took that chair, crept slowly into the room and temporarily put the Dawg . . . to sleep. Long enough to present the news. The glorious news of ME being #1 contender for Hellbound. I am eventually BOUND to become the World Champion. I mean seriously who bring the pain better than The Showstoppa. . . . I thought so. Back to the point. I went out to the ring with the purpose to bring a tear to the ugliness that is known as the bomber of blitz. And as I expected, the boy is as stubborn as he usually is. Hungry for violence. Hungry for Confrontation. Hungry to get his ass kicked. So I had to put my feet down. Or Rather yet, my fist. Then as if he was jealous that the spotlight was taken away for the champion. Dawg come crawling down with that SAME chair I used to sneak back up to get even. Slick move, boy. Another applause. Next thing, you might be able to graduate Kindergarten. You never know. Fucking Tae-bo Master. But that still didn’t grab my attention. Nope. What grabbed my attention is the fact that this . . . guy . . . this. . . I don’t even know what to say. What ever happen to Terra Evans and Amanda Jones? I mean they were better than this arsehole. I mean Stewey. Who the fuck names their kid Stewey? I mean with him as the CEO, I feel like I’m in a Rugrats cartoon. Next thing you know there gonna be a wrestler named Spike. Oh wait. . . Yeah there is one. Small world isn’t it. Well anyway, this is what Stewey does. He comes out, voids what Hanes tells me, then makes a number one Contender match this coming Sunday with DAWG as the S.G.R. Even worse, it’s in a Steel Cage. But there is SOME good in it. I’m facing someone who know a little about Steel Cages. And more importantly, A little about Tyrone Kidd. Blitzie Bomberman. A slick smirk shows up in Kidd’s face as he proceed to get up from the bench. He tell the cameraman to follow as he head into the big patch of grass, taking slow steps. Kidd: We have a small bit of a past don’t we Blitz? It not that serious but yet it is. Two bright up and comers. Both are good at what they do and can take it to the next level. Both of us have the same goal and we are planning to achieve it. Hell, we can say that we the same. . . . . . . No we can’t. ONE. I’m much more good looking that you are. I mean I don’t have to hide behind a mask. TWO. You have held a title before. Which is true. But my first shot was at the Undisputed title while you had to work from the bottom up. THREE. I lived the life. I was born is the dangerous streets of Rucker Isle. I can ‘act’ tough cause in reality I am that damn tough. Meanwhile, we have the Bomber. Who resides in 8 Mile, Bubbafuck, Michigan. He thinks he the slightest bit gangster and with that he takes that ball and run with it. Tsk tsk tsk. You’re a lost cause. But yet even though there that sample of differences that we have, you by far know me better than everyone. You have been sharing a corner with me, you faced me in the ring. We mentioned each other multiple times. It was bound to happen. Kidd vs Blitz. But I do remember one thing that you did tell me when I first faced you in that Triple Threat. You seem to say that I was like a candy. You know that corny like about how you can come back to me ‘Now or Later’. *sigh* Well The Show has thing just for you. I even have a nickname for your little punk ass. Get your pens ready paparazzi. . . . . . . . . Blitz is the Everlasting Cockmobster. Yes you heard me. This boy more talks for so long that he is everylasting. And the fact that he has not beaten me proves that he is going to become nothing more than a everlasting cockmobster. A jabroni still trying to reach for that big star. Trust me, when you lost that ‘Extreme’ Title. You fell as a star. But to let you in on a little secret. I will tell you why you lost that title. Kidd stops right in his track and tell the cameraman to come in closer. The camera zooms in and in a soft whisper he continues. Kidd: Your too predictable. C’Mon now, you too easy to see through. You come up with the corniest punch lines, talk about how so and so is getting Blitzkrieged, try to make fun of the guy’s name in the easiest way possible. For instance anyone can blabber about how they are gonna put Da Dawg is the pound and whatnot or calling me a Kid. I mean seriously, who writes your stuff? No one. Well you better get someone to because what you bring to the table is weak. It’s the same thing every week and it doesn’t get any better. It never has. It never will. You are like a piece of paper. Bland and blank. One sided. You go with the same material from when you were in elementary and you expect it to work. You’d think that losing your title would light a bulb in that empty space called a brain would go off but NO. You continue to go through the same routine and bored the people for many a day. Well we can’t have that as a representative of a World Champion. Nope. Your big mouth has brought you to this point. One more step until you have your shot and championship gold. But it won’t happen will it. Behind the mask and all the homosexual talk, you know inside you cannot defeat me. You seen a sample at the tag team match. You were the recipient of a Grade A ass kicking by The Show when you tried to face me is a single bout. Thought it was a triple threat. Now it’s gametime. One on One. You versus me. You say you’re the ‘One Man Wrecking Crew’. Well you haven’t proven shit to me yet. You have been wrecked again and again. And even though you keep getting up all you are doing is getting knocked back down. You don’t surprise me. You are a waste of Michigan trash and come Implosion I will make waste of it. Two men. One not scared to show the world the face of a champion. The other who wears the facepaint to hide himself from the world. I will let you find out first hand that I AM THE FUTURE OF MCW! More importantly I WILL become the next McW World Champion. No Dawg. No Bomber. And No little Italian sausage is gonna stop The Show from his prize. Kidd will go to HellBound, get title that he does deserve and head into the new horizon as the MAN TO BEAT! No man has beating me face to face. To pin me, Dawg had to attack me from behind. Understand that while you wait until that Sunday Night. Cause whether or not Dawg calls the match down the middle or to the wall of one person, the outcome will be the same. It always has Blitz. Twice it has came out with Kidd on top and Blitz scrambling up the pieces. Get ready, my friend. Cause as much as you say your nice. In your heart, you know I am nicer. If not the best the McW has or will ever see. I have two words for the World. . . BE PREPARED!!! And more importantly Blitz, you will ONCE AGAIN know . . . WHY I SAY. . . WHAT I SAY. . . WHEN I SAY. . . Kidd raises his hands up to signal the crew to do what they were planned to do but nothing happens. He tries again and the same results happens. Furious with the fact that nothing is working, Kidd picks up the walkie talkie and put it near his mouth. Kidd: Where the hell is my shit?! Guy: Oh you wanted it to happen now? Kidd: No. You can do it on the fourth of July. Guy: But boss that was yesterday. Kidd: JUST DO IT ALREADY!!!! Guy: Ok. Ok. Kidd places the talkie back in his pocket and he looks back at the camera and smiles. Kidd: Like I said. Come Sunday. I will that man heading to Implosion taking out the Dawg inside of my masterpiece of a match. And more importantly you will see . . . WHY I SAY. . . WHAT I SAY. . . WHEN I SAY. . . All of a sudden multiple fireworks and seen coming out of the sky. So many color are seen and it is a beautiful site. Kidd turns around to look at the sky. With a smile of success he turns right back around.
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