Narrator: He did it. After 6 months in the making, Tyrone Kidd has picked up his first title in the Maximum Championship Wrestling/Global Wrestling Alliance era. He outlasted P. Cool, Doug Crashin, and CJ Roy in a brutal and unsanctioned Scaffold Match to become the new GWA Cruiserweight Champion. To some it might be just a little title but just remember the title is only as tough as the person wearing it. If anyone thinks they can take the title from Kidd, just try to take it from him. You’ll find out that it’s harder than it looks.
But enough of that, this week on Chaos, Kidd is put in the main event in a six man rumble. It’s too intense to be called a fight. It will be himself, newcomer Randy Taylor, and ex-CEO Rick Jones vs The Wreckin Crew, which consist of new CEO Grinder, VP Alcohol, and newest member Orion. Between the six guys, only five have some kind of history between each other. Kidd has a problem with the two owners that kicked him out the first time. Rick, Al, and Grinder have a long, dragged out feud that still going. And Rick and Kidd had a small feud at the birth of GWA but who knows how these two became partners. Orion and Taylor are there for their own personal reason. Orion cause he’s part of Al and Grind’s group, The Wreckin Crew. Taylor, because he started the whole match. The fact that this match is taking place in the country of Iraq pretty much explains the tension in the air for the main event this week. Cannons will blare and bombs will fly as these six will give nothing less than a spectacular prefromance at Chaos.
We’ve already heard from the ‘Drunken Monkey’ and his sidekick The Divine Dipshit and what they has to say. Now it’s time to hear The Champ speak. Let The Show begin . . .
“If I let the N****z around my way tell me how to feel about me
I guess I really wouldn’t be D
BUT I’M THE BEST THAT EVER DID IT, BEST AT IT CAUSE I LIVE IT
HOW MANY N****z EAT IT AND SHIT, YOU CATZ WANT IT? COME AND GET IT!”
‘Some X Shit’ - DMX
Election Day. Such a big day to the American Popularity, that anybody who is not here (Not to mention any names, but you know who you are) should just stay there. Two people, who are in their own respectable ways are bad for America in the end, are trying to win over the heart of America to lead us in the War or Terrorism. Millions upon millions of people are rushing to their local voting areas to place their vote on the future. The future of a lot of things.
Life.
Death.
Security.
Comfort.
Leadership.
One day makes so much difference in the world.
Two main people to vote for to make that difference.
Three debates leads up to the decision.
Four years to deal with the winner.
Anxiety surrounds the people of this country as the next couple of weeks will be crazy.
With that said, the scene opens up in the middle of Harlem, NY. Inside the spacious condo of Tyrone Kidd. A lot of changes have been made ever since three weeks ago when Kidd made his reappearance into GWA world. More and more furniture has been put in the room and there is a distinction between each room that is in the condo. The living room has more liveliness in it as there are a chandelier hanging from above the glass table in the middle of the room. Also all of the photos of Tyrone Kidd that was on the stairs in his mansion in Tampa are now hung on the west wall of the room in a triangle pattern. On top of them though, are two hooks, pointed upwards, and on it is the GWA Cruiserweight Tile. Shining brightly on the wall, the belt is folding in three with the Gold plates standing out. Across of the walls is your friendly neighborhood Showstoppa, sitting stretched out on his brand new couch he has bought from his trip to LA last wee, staring immensely at the newly won title. Wearing a pair of regular Pepe Jeans and white tee shirt with a white headband, it looks like he isn’t planning to move anytime soon. Starr walks into the living room, wearing a pair of jeans with a sleeveless black shirt and looks at Ty with a small look of concern. She walks towards him and sticks her hand out in front of Kidd’s face in a way of knocking him out of the trance. Like a zombie though, Kidd is still fixated on the title. She even goes to the extent of giving him little kisses around the tender neck of Kidd’s but to no avail. At the end, she gets fed up and begins complaining. Starr: What the hell is with you, Ty?! Ever since you came home from the Pay Per View, all you basically have done is eat, shit and sit here staring at that damn title. Kidd still sits there staring at the belt, obviously not paying attention to his girlfriend. Starr: I start to wonder about you now. It’s like to you nothing else matters now that you won that. *pointing at the title* It’s not even a big title. I’d understand if it was the Global title. Heck, even the United States. But it’s a Cruiserweight title. In the GWA world it has no importance compared to the rest of the title. Just another shiny piece of gold that weigh twenty pounds. I mean look at you. The whole day you basically just sat there, looking at the title. You forgot about lunch. You forgot the fact today is Election Day. Hell, you even forgot that you have a match Monday Night at Chaos. Do you even know where we are goin? Mother freakin’ Iraq. Not even a certain part. Just a tent in an undisclosed area that Al and Grinder won’t tell anyone about. I bet you don’t even know who you are facing. Do you? Nope. Do you know why? Because all you paying attention is to that stupid little title that you hung up there. Is it that important to you, Ty? Huh? Kidd is still sitting thing in his hypnotic trance staring at the title for a couple of minutes. After a long time of silence, Kidd finally breaks it, still looking at the title. Kidd: I didn’t forget anything, Starr. I know what’s ahead of me. I know what going on today. I know that we gotta go overseas to handle a personal war of mine in Iraq. And I know that these two little pansies of a owner are going to get what’s coming to them soon enough. I am fully aware of what I need to do but what you don’t know is why I am just looking at the title. Kidd tilts his head looking at his gorgeous valet with his trademark smirk on his face. He stares right into the eyes of his girl as he fixes his headband. He looks back at the title and continues. Kidd: It took me six months to gain some damn championship gold ever since signing the dotted line with Terra Evans and Amanda Jones back in McW. Six months. That’s six months of dealing with the little bullshit artists that tried to make a bigger impact in the world of wrestling then I was. Six months of forcing the fact that I am not a guy to be slept on. Six months to deal with the bullshit of other people thinking that they could match up. Getting jumped, thrown in matches against the odds, having dickhead bosses, all that I had to deal with to get to this. But if you want to get into recent actions. In three weeks I’ve won a title faster than any of the current champions have. I have beaten one of the best of the business, by hook or by crook. I outlasted three of the contenders to change myself from being one of the guy that wasn’t even in the hunt for the title, into the new champion. Even my first week, I even did something that few people with the balls would do. I went to make a statement and even though I ended up on the mat, it was known. I attacked someone who I knew was going to be a big part of the GWA cycle even when he didn’t know. Just as a sign that when he does realize the future, that he doesn’t forget the past. In my second week, I had all the odds set against me. “He can’t handle the big boys” they said. “He’ll fail like he did the first time” they said. “He doesn’t have what it takes to beat the Godfather of Technical Wrestling” they said. But look what happens. Everyone including Storm himself didn’t predict the unpredictable. He was looking for a push over and got more than he handle. It was too much for him that he had to get help from one of the bosses to try and pull a fast one over me. Unfortunately that wasn’t going to happen either. Some people might say that was an upset but to me it was just the regular outcome. So when I look at this title. I look at everything that I had to do to make it here. A champion. Starr starts to roll her eyes at the end of the speech as she just stands there listening to Kidd. Kidd: But you are right in a sense. Today is Election Day. So I guess I should get up from here and make a difference. Kidd finally gets up and walks casually into his room to pick up his boots and a hooded sweater. Once he puts on everything, he meets up with his girl at the door and head to closest voting place in the area. Which is on 135th and Riverside. :: At the Riverbank Park :: Thirty minutes later, Kidd and Starr arrive at the Riverbank Park, right next to the George Washington Bridge in Manhattan. As they walk inside the big park, they notice the big line forming from inside the main building, separating the bus terminal from the park itself. Also noticeable is the GWA cameraman left behind in the United States. He looks at the twosome and waves his hand to gain their attention before heading towards their way. Kidd stands there and starts to bury his head in his hands and he shakes his head while the guy makes his way there. Once the cameraman makes it to Kidd, he lifts his head up, takes a sigh and begins to speak. Kidd: Let me guess. You came here to find out what the new GWA champion has to say about winning his first title and about his match at this Monday. Well, there really not much to say about the match except that I know I was going to win. I can sit there and tell you that I had great competition and that it was a grueling match and all that other gibberish but the truth is that I knew that title was mine. Once that make was signed on the dotted line it was obvious. No questions. Now that I am the champion, the REAL truth is defending it like a champ. Not like CJ Roy. End of story. Now onto this match. This week is a match that is not for the young at heart. There’s some bad blood spreading around and most of it will be spilled in the middle of the ring Monday night. You see this match is a nasty little six man match featuring myself, Rick ‘Acid’ Jones, and Randy Taylor facing The Wreckin Crew. Now I know the first thing that is on people’s mind. ‘Why is Tyrone Kidd teaming up with Rick Jones?’ In the end, it doesn’t matter who I am teaming with. I don’t care if it was Dick Jones, Dick Cheney, or Andy Dick, I have my own personal hitlist and the fact that Acid also has a similar dilemma, makes it easier in the end. We are just two men with the same enemies, so why not team up this once. It’s not like we’re going to be a couple or an weird shit like that. But besides all that I have a couple of unfinished business to deal with this week. Things that are three weeks in the making. Three weeks ago, thanks to Amanda Jones, I was release back into the wild known to the world as GWA and the first thing I do is mark my territory. It just happen that Orion was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Oh well. I guess I should show some type of sorrow or something like that. Kidd puts his head down and a slight sniffle is heard from him before he lifts his head up and laughs. Now that I done with that back to reality. Orion. You really think that everything that you talk is worth listening to. Man you ain’t work the wasted breathe that you inhale. I mean first off, I think someone with the intellect to use such a broad vocabulary, such description, especially when it comes to what you are going to do to your opponent, and in general with such a big mouth to talk a whole lot of bullshit to the people who spend their time to look at your little promos on the television. Basically put, if your attention span isn’t that up to date. For a wrestler who can achieve so much, when you came up with your current little time waster, the best you that you came up with is “The Hoe”? I don’t know about anybody else but that’s pretty pathetic. Really. With all that little Star Trek gimmick that you have, you just make me laugh. To me, as a champion you might be pretty decent wrestler. Hell, you have most of this roster is intimidated by the way you have the U.S. division by the throat. But you know what. You don’t phase me. Call it underestimating if you want but the truth is that I think you not all that hyped up to be. You talk about my past and the few mistakes that come with it but in reality, what past do you have to talk about. Winning a shot at the U.S. title because of your butt buddy bosses? Defending the title at the PPV against a guy that obvious couldn’t man up to my status? I mean the guy had to get help. Think about it. If he was so good. If he wasn’t able to be taken out. Then why did he need someone to come down the ramp to help him with the match? I guess he’s seeing something that you didn’t see, eh? You talk about saying that no one in the GWA has the balls to take out anyone from The Wreckin Crew but yet when I tried and by the way was successful, you guys had to find a way to prevent it from happening. It’s more like fear has struck your heart. It’s the same fear that Grinder and Al Cohol share. The fear to realize the truth. The truth in the matter of Tyrone Kidd having the ability to basically run through the pack of wolves known as the dominant stable in GWA. If you think that the end, the talk that I have is going be the result of a losing battle. PROVE ME WRONG! Try to. I DARE YA. Because when the time comes. Tyrone Kidd will be the only name that you will remember. As the guy who PROVE ORION WRONG. The true franchise of the GWA. And the man who sooner or later, takes what you are cherishing so much from that tiny waist. That’ll come soon enough, kid. Until then, make your cheap pun and talk about yourself as if you’re the best in the universe. Cause in the end. All you can do. Is . . .HATE. . .ME. . .NOW!! The couple finally reach inside the building and meet up with a couple of people at a table on the corner of the room. After answering a couple of question the couple head to their respectable booths. After a couple of minutes, one of the curtain opens and Tyrone walks through with a big smile on his face. He looks at the camera and continues his speech. Kidd: Then we have the Tormentors. Ha. The name fits them well. Every time that they excruciating music blared through those speaker it’s like they are tormenting these fans to listen to them. All they do is walk into the ring, talk about how it last night was banging their sister’s daughters and throwing their authority around like it puts fear in people’s heart. Not mine. I mean just looking at you two wouldn’t even scare a newborn child. I think looking at Alcohol might make him laugh. Well since we are on the subject of Alcohol, let talk about him shall we? Al. Let’s face facts now shall we. You go walkin around looking like a reject from Bad Santa mixed Cousin It from the Addams Family and you think that it’s threatening. Sorry, brother. You don’t phase me. Yea maybe you were good back in the day. When you actually wrestled for a living, but now it’s looks like you spend more time in a losing battle with the razor. It really is sad. I mean with all the torment that I made in the last couple of weeks, I at least expected a little bit more from you. Then again . . . with all that alcohol consume whatever is left of your brain, I don’t expect to remember what your johnson looked like the other day. I’ll say it once and I’ll damn well say it again. Al. You are nothing but a drunken little fool. It is not worth talking this and that because when you step in the ring, you won’t know if you are fighting one of me or ten of me and I won’t even throw a punch at you. I’ll give you a chance to gain your dignity and try to walk out of it as a ‘man’ and I use that term very loosely when I say that. Come Chaos, it’ll be better off if you just drink a beer and watch the fight for your little cozy office that you have and that’s not a threat. . . BUT A PROMISE!! Finally, the other curtains opens and Starr walks out still thinking about the decisions that she has made. Kidd stands there, with his hands on his side, staring at her in disbelief. Kidd: Starr, what the hell took you so long? Starr: What? There was so many people to choose from. It was a difficult choice. Kidd: What do you mean? All you really had to do was push down who you thought deserves to win. It doesn’t take 10 minutes to be sure of things. Starr: Well this is my first time voting and I just wanted to make sure that everything going as smoothly as I wanted it to. I’m sorry I am not like some people and spend my time staring at a twenty pound weight forgetting the rest of the world. Kidd starts to ignore the comments of his girl of interest and looks back at the camera to finish what he was saying. Kidd: Well anyway. Back to business. We also have the other half of this asshole equation with this little shit called Grinder. Now I don’t know what’s wrong with him. I mean he’s a hall of famer. A role model to a couple of people that came and went in this and the other federation. Someone that in a sense was lookin up upon as someone with brass. Then this guy, not once or twice but on three occasion attacked me from behind like a little bitch. I mean any person who had the decency to show the littlest form of respect towards him is done with that now. I mean to me now you are not shit. I treat Doug Crashin with more respect that you and that’s a terrible thing to say. Ever since I came back the only things that you prove to me is that 1. You guys are lower than any slum I have ever seen in the village of NY. And I’ve seen some slums. And 2. That you guys are really stupid as hell. You guys have trouble spelling my first name. I mean it’s a shame how Hooked On Phonics made you two into stupider people instead of the opposites. Well I’m going to give you guys a quick grammar lesson that even your two small ass peanuts that you guys call a brain can understand. My name is TyroNe Kidd. T-Y-R-O-N-E. Not the bubbafuck way you guys spell it. It’s starting to get really irritating but then again when the match comes up Monday, I’ll have to slap back the sense into you. It’s alright though. You guys made a living off of underestimating my true talent and this Monday will be no different. The only thing is that the outcome will be different. I will enter that little tent or whatever you guys have cooking in Iraq with the same confidence that I come through every night. Meanwhile, this Monday you three will come to the tent with one thing. You will beware. . . . . . .BEWARE OF THE LIGHTS . . . . . .BEWARE OF THE CAMERA. . . And definitely Beware of the Actions of The Show . . .fool. ::SCENE ENDS:: |
