Narrator: Damn! Don’t anything ever change in the GWA. The second week The Show has ended up on the mat courtesy of the HMG by everyone’s favorite GM . . . Grinder. *sigh* Will they keep their nose out of people business’ for a second?! It not bad enough that Sweetness couldn’t hang so he needs help, but to try to cost Kidd the match with that anal prick of a boss? I never thought that I would say it, but luckily Rick ‘Acid’ Jones did the right thing and the ref reverse the decision for the TRUE winner. It’s ok though. Tyrone said it before that his is the TRUE Franchise. The Immediate Future of the GWA. But no one listens to him. So what does he do? He takes out the heart of the GWA. The “Godfather” as they called him. Kidd think that it’s time for him to invest in a wheelchair. Because this is The Show’s time and Stan Storm was wasting it. Well the past is the past now so it’s onto the future.
The Global Wrestling Alliance has announced their 4th Pay Per View entitle Sinister Urge. S.U. takes place at the Staples Center (EWW!!) in Los Angeles, California. Along with all these star studded matches and stipulations stand the one match that involves our friendly neighborhood Showstoppa. It will be . . . . Klub Kaos member Doug Crashin’ vs P. Cool vs “The Show” Tyrone Kidd vs the current Crusierweight Champion C.J. Roy in a GWA first Scaffold Match. This match is for the Cruiserweight title and is Kidd’s first shot at gold in his GWA career. This is not for the weak at heart and for an unsuspecting Kidd, he is going to get his money’s worth. Four men. One Giant Scaffold. For a prized championship. One Survivor. Let The Show begin.
“Allow me to reintroduce myself. . . .
MY NAME IS SHOW!!!!
T to the Y Kidd. . .”
-Jay-Z
(Reworded by Tyrone Kidd)
Los Angeles. California. Staples Center. Sinister Urge. Showtime. Next week marks the dawning of a new ear for a new champion but the story has to start somewhere. The scene starts in the beautiful city of . . . Hollywood. The camera is set on the corner of Hollywood and Vine with the assumption that they are waiting for someone. It is about 10 PM PST and people are just starting to leave the shops and stores. The managers are shutting down their area as the police officers are patrolling the blocks, making sure everything is subtle. Across the block are a couple of GWA wrestlers being stop by fans of all ages. Some are being even mauled by the female gender just to sign autographs. This PPV is starting to put GWA on the map all across the U.S. and it’s only going to get better. But amongst all these people and celebrities, one man stands above them all. This one guy has luckily made enough of a low profile that he is not attacked by any fans or being interrogated by the police or anything of that nature. On the corner of the block, right under the structure where the street sign is, stands the one and only Tyrone Kidd and his lovely woman Starr. Fresh off the victory on Chaos, Kidd flew from Seattle to Los Angeles to enjoy the sight in preparation for his first title match in the GWA. Kidd is looking very professional as he is sporting as he is wearing a tan colored Ralph Lauren suit with match shoes and gold color Gucci Sunglasses. Also he has a tan color Kangol hat to match has it covers his jet black hair. His entourage is wearing a sexy white dress with 5 inch heel and and white and tan Louie Vatton bag. The couple look like they are made for Hollywood as they are about to walks down Hollywood Blvd. on their way to their hotel suite. Kidd stops at the sign and he eventually notices the cameraman doing what he does best . . . spying on the open public. Kidd just flashes a smile as the guy gets closer. Kidd looks back up on the sign as he begins talking. Kidd: Ahh. . . Hollywood. The Showstopping Capital of the World. And right here on Hollywood and Vine. This. This is where the magic happens. Ain’t this the most wonderful sight that any pair of eyes have ever glazed on the face of this earth, Starr? Starr: I don’t care about all that, Kidd. I just can’t wait until we get the chance to shop! Kidd: We can do that later this week, baby. Right now, just look around. Can’t you just feel the energy that surrounds us? Doesn’t it make you feel . . . .alive? With that pause, both the cameraman and the couple takes a glance into the area that they are around. As you look into the sky, it is obviously pitch black. But when you look at the sidewalk, you could never tell the difference. The way the streetlights are shining so brightly and the concrete is filled all over the surface with a glass-like substance makes the area look like it’s the afternoon. As they move towards the street, it is filled with cars. Not your everyday cars though. Bentleys, BMW’s, Escalades, Navigators, Rolls Royce, Cadillacs, you name all the luxury cars, it’s there. All of them are fresh from the car wash reflexing the moon and the stars from the sky. Most of the stores now are closed as the reflexing of the outside are on the windows. All three of them are lost in silence as Starr decides to break it. Starr: I see what you mean now. This is beautiful. Kidd: I know. It’s things like that this that make you forget the little things in life. Like the cheap beating I got after I won the match. You see being here makes me a lot more calm and relax even though that slimy little son of a bitch, Grinder, decided to stick he nose where it doesn’t belong. It’s ok though because I will soon enough show him where it should be at. On the other side of a chair and my foot. But like I said this is not the time for that. I have been here not even one day and it feels like home. This is paradise. This is what it is meant when they say there’s no business like SHOW business. I mean don’t get me wrong. Times Square is the city that never sleeps and Sin City is the blockbuster of the US. But Hollywood. This . . . . is the heart of the United States. Everyone here is either a millionaire or a celebrity. Myself? I’m a celebrity. And soon. . . the first GWA legend. This past Choas, I proved to the world that I am the future and that the past is done. Old men and grumpy wash up stars are not allowed into the plans. It’s just now the franchise and the followers. Kinda like this match I have at Sinister Urge. My first title match ever in GWA history. In this match of some sort. . . Hey Starr what is a scaffold match? Starr: I don’t know. Haven’t heard of it. Kidd: Oh well it’s not that important I guess. It’s gonna be myself in the ring with three little bitches. P. Cool. Doug Crashin. And CJ Roy. I could start saying all this crap about how these guys aren’t even in my league and all that shit that these cliche wrestlers say but I’m going to be real and say what I really think about these people. Because in reality. That title is going to be as good as mine anyway. I mean out of those three. Who has ever hanged with Stan Storm much less beaten him? Who has the skill to even hang with my girl much less me? Maybe they should just hand the title to me and call it a night. No need to injure any of the ‘talented superstars’. Well since chances are that no one is going to hear this plead for the match. I guess I should just go to voice my opinion of the three suspects. . . I mean opponents that I have to face. First thing first, we have the current champion CJ Roy. . . . Who? . . . This bum walks in and commits highway robbery by beating Jason Hunter to become champion. Wow!! CJ listen up. You might have won that match by crook but understand that winning by crook will not help you win this one. Even if your little butt buddy Metamania decides to join in, he will get the same treatment that you will get. But most likely he won’t because he too busy crying himself a river about his loss this Chaos. It going to be ok Meta. You weren’t a good Global Champion just like how you weren’t a good Cruiserweight Champion. I’ll make it up for you when I wash the floor with this little boy. CJ. Polish that baby really well because when the PPV comes. It’s going to go into the rightful hands. . . .of it’s new owner. And what esle can you do about it other than cry and weep like your teacher. So it is written. So it shall come to be. My Sinister Urge is that title. Stop it if you can. Kidd and Starr starts to walk down Vine Ave to avoid any chance of noticeability. As they walk, the camera follows them as he continues to talk, cameraman behind them. Kidd: Then we have this guy named P. Cool. Umm. . . Has P. Cool actually wrestled? Kidd receives the information on P. Cool. Oh. . . it seems that he has. And he undefeated. That’s cool. Being undefeated is always cool. It’s not cool that I have to break that by winning the title this Pay Per View. I guess there nothing to really say about you. Is there? Well for the good part I hope you get the chance to say at least something to gain my attention. I’ll look forward to it. Unless you want to the pu-tang Combination. Which means you get your ass KICKED by me and then you get your ass kicked OUT by the GWA. You have fun with that decision while I go to the last and most sorry sack of shit I have ever seen. Kidd stops on the middle of the sidewalk and leans on the brick wall. Starr leans right close to him and he holds her with one hand. Kidd: Doug. Dougie. Dougie. Dougie. You’re pitiful. There nothing else you can say about it. You. Your style. Your moves. Even your pitiful ass group. It’s a shame. Seriously. Let’s take a closer look at these bunch of pansies also known to the GWA world as Klub Kaos. First we have, Taxx and Nailz. These little bitches are like 40 years old wrestlers. They past their time long ago in McW and now that they are in GWA, they look like Fabulous Mullah and Mae Young wrestling. It a sad sight guys. They should have buried you alive and kept you there. It’s not worth seeing you guys fight for the Tag Team title for the rest of your miserable lives. You two at point were big name stars. Now you guys are second string butlers. Then we have Gold and Silver. Well I mean just Jay Gold. You see in all my life in the McW/GWA. I have never seen Doug Silver do anything on his own. It is all about Gold. And Gold is a decent wrestler. But Silver is a bum. A useless, non talking, bitch ass, hobo looking bum. It looks like Gold and Rust. But it’s not only Silver who is pathetic. Gold, I did say you were decent, but you are stupid. You are a little mini Tyrone Kidd without the brain. You try to imitate me by trying to have your funny comments. Having jokes on the announcer, even though Page is a ho. The only thing is that I refuse to get my girlfriend pregnant. No offense baby but that’s a burden I can’t take right now. That’s when wrestling and reality collide. And it’s never pretty. You’ll know when Martha has an unfortunate ‘accident’. Now I’m not saying that because I have plans to. But don’t get too full of yourself. Get your Golden Ten ready cause I am the number one on the list to shut you down. Once I win the Cruiserweight title I will defeat every contender and become THE BEST CRUISERWEIGHT CHAMPION EVER!!! And that is not a threat but a promise!! How’s that for a Golden Moment? Then we have the “leader”, Eddie “The Shitzu” Beniot. Now throughout my comeback, I have been asked to join Klub Kaos on multiple occasion. And ever time I am asked, I answered with the same . . . NO!! And besides the four reason that I just stated, this is the main reason. I REFUSE TO JOIN A TEAM WITH THE LEADER THAT I AM BETTER THAN!! You remember the interfed match. You notice that you haven’t looked towards my way after that. It’s because you understand what I am capable of. You can go and scare people with your pit bulls and you bitch ass has beens and never was. But you know without a shadow of a doubt that you don’t scare me. You don’t fear me. And if we met in the ring that you can’t beat me, bitch. I am Tyrone Kidd, the Franchise. I am the man who has the balls to stand up to any man, management or not, and earn my damn respect than stealing it like you and your group is doing. You are making yourself look like a fool. Your hideous girl is nothing important but I guess if that gives you your inspiration then I guess you can continue with you nonsense. Understand that when I am speaking the truth. Don’t get mad. It’s ok. Someone has to say so it might as well be me. If you are going to do something about it. I’m right here. One on One. No fluckeys or anything. I’ll bestow another ass kicking anytime. But for right now, have fun trying to win the Global title. Which now comes back to my last opponent for the PPV. Now Doug I hope you learn some valuable things in this session. I don’t fear any man! There is no wrestler past, present, or future. To me you are a joke. A person thrown in there to make the people laugh and cheer seeing him get beat up. The typical person would say that they would have fun beating the crap out of you. But it a waste of my time to spend kicking your ass. Maybe you do me a favor and lay down or do whatever it is needed for you to lose the match. There no need to come after the title cause you won’t win. Plus I’m just saving your energy for the funeral that Metamania has planned. It’s safe to not even speak my name. It save the embarrassment youngin’. If you can handle Kayser than don’t come to the match. It’s like you bringing a knife when we’re having a gunfight. And it will just be a waste of space. You should go a train again or ask one of your members for help train. Maybe you can ask Taxx to find out how to lose with dignity. Ha Ha. Heed the words, boy. Now as I close this long ass, not needed promo, I just have one thing left. CJ. Cool. Crashin. That title is mine, boys! Don’t stand in the way when the train is coming because you will be derailed. I am the best thing coming to GWA since a wrestling ring and you three can just respect it and go on with your merry ways. Cause when Sinister Urge comes it won’t be Cool’s time. It won’t be Crashin’s time. It won’t even be CJ Roy’s time. It will be MY TIME!! And you guys will see . . . . . . .WHY I SAY . . . . . .WHAT I SAY . . . . . .WHEN I SAY . . . IT’S SHOWTIME!!!!!!! The two get off the wall and continue to walks down the street on their way to the hotel as the scene comes to an end. ::SCENE FADES::: |
