The Boys Couldn’t Get the Job Done…/ So They Send Their Women To Do It!

So in the conclusion to maybe one of the biggest tag team match in this current year, all hell ends up breaking up forcing the match to end up being a draw. *sigh* Go figure! Now we all know that a draw is like kissing your sister. And being the fact that no one really can tell you how that feels except a selected few… *cough* Laughlin *cough*… you can still get that distinct feeling that to these four different individuals, the draw is nothing short of taboo. This fight between Stanton and his parodies and Manifest Destiny is just beginning to surface but for the moment, this will have to take a slight detour… … Or does it? … Well this coming Tuesday, it’s the Deadly Games PPV. And who does the management decide to be the next team to try and dethrone our current run as champs? The Coven. Angel Andrews and someone who we are starting to know very well… Ellissa Toretto. Now besides the obvious argument that I have stated times before, there are a couple VERY special intriguing bonuses in this match. 1. Ms. Torretto and Ms. Andrews are currently smiting with Stanton Enterprise members, Ricky Stanton and Gary Reece… Oh Joy! 2. The match that we are competing in a Steel Cage match where the only way there is a victor is when both member can successful leave the cage. So that mean we can stay in there long enough to make a future statement to Jay and Silent Rick if they want to test the waters again. So there is a lot on the line next week… but this chapter doesn’t start at the PPV. Hell, it’s doesn’t even begin at this very moment. Where we begin is Saturday afternoon. Where Tyrone Kidd represented Manifest Destiny and made front page news with his shocking revelation. Ladies and Gentlemen…, LET THE SHOW BEGIN!!! Ahh! It feels so good to finally be in the states again. It’s especially feels good to be back where I am right now. Because in between 7th and 8th Ave on West 125th Street is what is known to the masses as the Apollo Theatre. Right here in the middle of Harlem World, New York City. A lot of history was made in these four walls. Billie Holliday, James Brown, Stevie Wonder, and Michael J. Jackson all made their mark here… and today I have become just another individual to do to the same. Although it wasn’t with my singing talents, as well as they are, or my comedic wit, it still had something to do with the words that would be coming out of my mouth. Just a couple moments ago, I had finally revealed the plans for… well the “westward movement” for Manifest Destiny. And even though this comes off as a ‘shock’ or to ‘much chagrin’ as it relates to the UWF, to me… this is just how it should be. I mean like Ravi says, ‘You just can’t stop destiny.’ But you know when you unveil news such as this; the people are literally starving to get as much information as possible. So as I am standing there next to the podium, wearing black suit with matching shoes and Oakley shades, I let my agent open the flood gates. “My client is now open to take any question from the audience.” “Tyrone Kidd. I’m Dennis Smith from the US Weekly. How come your partners Ravi Moon and Serena are not here to be available for comment?” “Hmph! Well I will simply say this. All of us as a brand have been exhausted from this month and a half trip all throughout Europe touring and promote the federation. Now that we are finally back in United States, we all have our families and friends that we haven’t seen in a while. Serena has her people to go see and Ravi is right now attending to a personal matter. But during the tour we have on and off again talked about what we were going to do and we came to a firm agreement that I would speak about everything to the fans and media as soon as we touched down. Next question, please.” “Lauren Peoples from LordsofPain.net. Now we all understand that from what you are saying that the Television Champion Serena has joined up with the UWF Tag Team Champions. But as we have also seen last week on Uncensored, Serena was out to aid the current Universal Champion, Darren Revel. Now how are you sure that Serena will be a part of this group? And what about Darren Revel?” “What about Darren Revel?!” I just sit there staring at her, eyebrow raised, like she said something offensive about my mother. Is this lady serious? I enhanced my calm and eventually retrain my thought. “Basically at the end of the day, everyone plays in traffic once in a while. But once your look at the bigger picture, you will see that Ravi Moon, Serena, and, myself, Tyrone Kidd are the future stars of the business. When we combine our talents, we will be able to take what we want… when we want. Enough said. No more talk about this. Next question.” “Milky Graves. UWF. You were just talking about Manifest Destiny being tag champions. But coming up in this Pay Per View you facing former Television Champion, Angel Andrews and Ellissa Toretto, who already has a victory over you and Ravi Moon. My question is… Can you really be that sure of yourself walking into Deadly Games?” Can I?! Are you serious?! I’m one half of the TAG CHAMPION! “Let me answer this question with a question of my own. When you walk up to the mirror and you look at yourself long and hard, do you like what you see? Or do you constantly criticize every little thing that may be wrong about you? …Well maybe with you, Milky, you might be the latter but that is the difference between self confidence and lack of confidence. It’s the same difference in this business between being a champion… and having a champion’s mentality. Am I sure that I can leave Pittsburgh with these title? You better bet your damn job I am! I did not come to UWF to be a shadow of what I use to be. No. I am here for bigger and better things and holding onto these tag team titles are the beginning of the journey. You tell Baby and Sporty Spice that they need more than the hometown crowd to stop a movement. A MOVE-MENT! Next question.” “Olivia Williams. Daily News. All things set aside from your wrestling career; you were also notified that you were going to bring your newest client to Five Star Talent Agency, Michael Alston. Where is Mr. Alston at the moment? ” Yeah… my protégé. If things could have only happened the way I originally wanted them to. “Currently, my client is on the plane heading to Los Angeles. Originally the plans were to stop back to England to get him and come here. But the federation wanted us to go to an autograph signing in the states the next day, so we had to get on a plane with the rest of the group to attend it. I have an off topic comment though. I want to thank Bucky Skyler, Andy Titshiro, Laughlin and Ellis for a trip back that I will probably never forget. Ha Ha.” As soon I say that a bunch of other reporters jump up with question to ask. I go to move away from the podium as my agent steps up. “There will be no further questions today. Thank you ladies and gentlemen.” I walk off the stage, along with my agent, as we head to the back to where my limousine is at. The media try to get a head start to beat me to where the car is parked but to the dismay of them, by the time they get to the back… I’m already in the backseat and moving to Asbury Park, New Jersey where the next UWF signing is at. In the back of my mind I am still wondering just one thing… When will I actually be home? ... ... Well I finally got the answer to my question. It’s Monday Morning… and I am back in Tampa, Florida. … Exhausted … I forgot how much life wrestling takes out of you… Here I am, Monday morning, lying down on my king size bed in my household with every ounce of energy drained from my body. With the big press conference, the countless meetings, and interviews to promote the PPV, when I was actually able to finally make it back to my home Sunday afternoon… I just walked up to my bed and collapsed into a long slumber. I don’t even know if anyone walked in or out. I didn’t know if my fiancé slept beside me. Hell, I could’ve been robbed for all I know. As long as they left the bed and me on it, I was content with that. So I get up from my bed to change my clothes and try and make it downstairs to get something to eat and check on the misses. As I walk through my thin hallway, I take a glance at the frames on the wall of my girl, my daughter, and my son. There are some interesting ones that catch my eyes. On the far left side of the wall are pictures of my boy, DeMarcus, in his baseball uniform, striking a pose with the bat in his hands. It a nice thing to look at cause it’s not every day that you get a chance and stop to see how well you kid is doing when you busy working on your wrestling and business careers. Then I walk over and I see recent pictures with Starr and my daughter, Christina. I guess they went and took some professional pictures together. They look nice though with the white background and their blue and white outfits. My girl is on her way to being an angel… Or a princess… Or your next spoiled brat on ‘My Super Sweet 16’… God No! I shake my head as I head to the stairs. As I walk down the steps, all I think about is having a whole bunch of teenagers at a big ball and my daughter thinking about the most outrageous thing possible. What if she wanted to have a country theme with a guy dressed up like Bryan Laughlin with his big ass fu man chu all over her… EWWW!! And it’s with that thought that I seem to forget that I have kids in the house… because as I reach the middle of the stairs, my right foot step on something softer than the carpet but not so stable. As I realize what I am stepping on is not anything that is supposed to be there, it becomes too late as I have just enough pressure to send me flying down, with my feet in the air. THUD!! THUD!! THUD!! There I go rocking and rolling down the flight of stairs like the dumbass that I am until I eventually hit the bottom of the floor. Just when I think this couldn’t get any worse than it is right now, down the stairs comes the object that caused all of this… my daughter’s pink Fisher Price roller skate. Flipping over and over on the stair case, it finally stops and lands abruptly on the top of my forehead. I let out a big sigh as I just decided to lay here on the cold wooden floor, looking up in my ceiling. “This is why I hate Mondays!” So as I stare up into the lights of my chandelier that I think I might still have the price tag hanging from the middle part of it, the light slowly starts to get darker and darker. I start wincing trying to see if the darkness was just an illusion. Then I started thinking, ‘I just fell down the stairs. There is no way anyone can get seriously injured, much less dying this way. That would be embarrassing.’ And then I am surprise to what came next… “See this is why I’m against you wearing contacts. Go back to getting glasses!” So… with that being said, I came to either of the two conclusions. Either I have… a.) Encountered my own personal hell. Where I am subjected to the rest of my life hearing the little bickering sounds of my wife. Or b.) Just been so blind and blurry because I’m dead tired and the dark image that is blocking the majoring of the electricity, which I pay for, is actually… my dear Starr. With those two options weighing in my mind, I decide to take a chance and close my eyes and try to rub off the crust that surrounds them. When I open them, everything becomes much clearer and low and behold their going my fiancé in front of me with her hand out, offering to help me up. I oblige and grab a hold onto her arm and she lifts me to my feet. As I try to dust myself off, I look at her with eyes full of discontent, while rubbing my head at the same time. “You know sometimes… sometimes I cherish the moment when we didn’t have little demons running around.” “Well… these ‘little demons’ are the only things that keep me from bouncing off the walls out of boredom.” She rubs my back for a moment to ease the pain that will come later on. At least it felt nice right now. So after around a minute, we make our way to the kitchen where she just finished making breakfast for everyone. She goes to the fridge to get an icepack while I go to take a seat at the table awaiting some food. Once she heads over to me, bag in hand, I decide to spark up some light conversation. “So did you even try to get into bed with me, last night?” “Are you kidding? You took up the whole bed!” “But it’s a king size…” “Yeah I know! I’m still trying to figure that out.” Thanks for calling me fat, fucker. “So I chose to lie on the couch.” I’ve had plenty experiences on that couch downstairs. That’s why I ended up buying a more comfortable one. “Don’t worry. I won’t hold it against you. I’m just happy your home again.” She hands me the bag and place it on the back part of my temple. You know, as much as I hate being cold, this is really hitting the spot… literally. “So I see you’re the center of attention recently.” “You can say that…” “Well don’t forget that amongst all this side drama, your thoughts should be focused on the pay-per-view and your title match with Ravi. Or did you forget what happened last month?” Why did she have to bring that up? Yes, last month we were HEAVY favorite to win the then vacant Tag Team gold. And what happened? We took it too lightly and we were upset by Sams and Toretto. Then it took us a while to get it around ours. It’s a fabricated story that really just needs to end and stop being retold. “No I do not forget. But I haven’t been more ready for this match as I am right now.” She looks at me as like she isn’t buying it one bit. “… I’m talking about mentally ready.” “Well do you know that Angel has a little skit that is out?” She does?! “No, dear. I have been too busy catching sheep to be able to catch up on my opponent. But I will tell you this. A big part of this match is not going to be if M.D. can retain the titles. It’s more about The ‘Girl Power Driven’ Coven. It’s about Angel proven that she isn’t an injury prone drone with no intentions to be anything but a one hit wonder. It’s about how many more time cause Ellissa but knocked down before she knows that she does not belong in the same league as the up and comers. It’s about if they can call themselves challenges or speed bumps. They need to prove that… to me and to Ravi. Cause we see nothing except boobs and wasted talent.” “You have to add in the boobs part, do you?” “Well we’re not facing dudes. Their boy toys couldn’t cut it last week. So this week it’s the ladies turn.” All this talking is making the food cold so she stops me right there and heads back to the oven to reheat all the food for a little bit. Once everything is done, she heads back to the living room and calls up the stairs to our two kids. Slowly but surely, here comes DeMarcus and Christina, still in the clothes they slept in the night before. But there is something different about them. You see usually my daughter runs to the kitchen first, ready to give her daddy a big old hug and to say, ’Hi’, followed by my son lagging behind. This time though, it is very different. As I wait for my kids to walk into the kitchen, I am first met by DeMarcus, who looks just as tired as I am. I laugh a little bit and rub my hand through his nappy hair as he heads to his chair at the other end. As I wait for my baby girl, I hear something dragging. Making a noise that is distinctively getting louder as my daughter makes her way to see me. Finally she makes it here bug eyed with her thumb in her mouth, and it seems that she brought an interesting present with her. Because dragging behind her, in her left hand, is my half of the UWF Tag Team Titles. I am very confused as she walks up to me with this certain look like she doesn’t know anything better and hands me the title. “I heard you fall down so I got you this!” Starr walks in and sees that I am absolutely shocked at this current moment. I don’t think I have ever been so speechless in a while but seeing my baby handing me my title did something to me. So I take the title and put it over my shoulder and give her a big hug. “Thank you. Your such a doll, you know that?” “Yup!” I look at my fiancé and she has the same big grin on her face as I do. “You see, babe. I have a lot more going for me than I did last pay-per-view. And as much as the past play apart in some things, it will not be a determined factor in Pittsburgh. I will get the chance to listen to what Angel says and respond accordingly to it.” I put down my ice pack and get up from my seat and grab my girl’s hand. “But Deadly Game will only show, how ready we are to change the game in the tag team division. Plain and simple. It’s our time. And that’s not a threat… but a promise.” She looks at me, smiling, like she is proud of what I just sad. But is a quick second something hits her memory banks and she looks at me with a weird look. “So, Ty I’m curious. What exactly did happen on that alleged flight back home from Europe?” Uh Oh! :: End Scene ::