Today We Spice Up Your Life.../Going Inside M.D.'s Trust!

“…Ravi, do you trust Tyrone? … Same for you Tyrone, do you trust Ravi? … Honestly? … Ask yourselves that question and hope that you both answer “Yes”, because if just one of you answer No, or hesitate to say Yes, then you guys better re-think your alliance…” This is what is echoing in my deep parts of my brain as I walk towards the direction of my agency on this interesting Friday morning. Yeah, there were more things that were spewed from the duo’s lips. Angel had her “This is Your Life… Yet No One Cares” speech while Baby Spice did her usual whining and complaining. Seriously the only thing she was missing was a blanket and a pacifier to match her ill tempered attitude towards us. However it was Angel’s last statement that caused me to fall into this funk. Trust. Without trust, you can put together the best bunch of individuals together yet they can still not be able to get one single foot out of the door. The ability to blindly trust someone is the very thing that separates the good teams from the legendary one. That trust is what The Coven claims they have. And Angel challenged Ravi and myself to look within the foundation of our team to see if we really have that trust… or if it is really some unnoticeable doubt. Now with all these thoughts trickling in my mind, the doors to the elevator open up on the fourth floor, unveiling the executive agents and my personal office straight ahead. I must have been giving off some sort of sign cause while I was walking to my spot, I could feel the eyes of everyone burning a hole in my skin. After what felt like forever, I finally make it to my safe secluded office. I collapse on my very comfy leather chair and twirl around look up at the ceiling. I don’t ever think I have ever been this out of it in a while. I mean it’s almost like nothing else matters except for this one measly little word. This one word is so strong, that it left me oblivious to the fact that someone has just opened my door. “Ty.” The sounds of a female voice caught me off guard. For a second I almost though Angel herself found out the address of my own personal batcave. I don’t need any more of her bullshit right now and with my back faced towards the glass window, I turned around hoping this was just a figment of my imagination. … I was half right… Fortunately the voice that I heard was not Angel Andrews. But I was not fully daydreaming. Because standing in front of me was a female. The only difference is that she was more of a friendly face. “Hey Strauss.” Terri Strauss. She is my beautiful brunette assistant and my number two in the company. While I was in Europe on the UWF tour, I put her in charge of the talent agency. Judging by the main fact that the building isn’t burned down to the ground, I figured that she did a real good job. As I take a good look at her, she is wearing a very slim blue dress that does a good job of showing off her curves. As I look down, I scroll past her long legs and notice that she is wearing matching blue heels to give her that necessary height to keep her from talking to my chest all the time… *cough* … Err … umm I guess I was staring. Good job, Ty. Counter your current slump with thoughts of your assistant. Wonderful! I look back up at Terri’s face, who can read the stress right off of my face. “What’s wrong with you?” “Huh? What are you talking about? ” “Don’t give me that bullshit, Ty?” “Wow! Is that the way you use to talk to your boss at Hooters, Trace?” “Dee….” I knew she was going to pull out my government name so I raised a finger up as quickly as possible to prevent it from happening. “Ok. Ok. It’s about the Pay-Per-View.” And with those very words, she knew 100% what I was talking about. “It’s about Angel, huh?” I looked up at her like a dog in a window of a pet store. No words were needed at that moment. I wonder sometimes if we share the same brainwave. “Listen. If you’re looking for someone to just up and tell you exactly what you’re supposed to do… then to put it as politely as possible… You are SHIT OUT OF LUCK!!” She didn’t just say that to me, did she? “Trace…” “Now if you ask me. She is definitely right.” I drop my jaw as I looked at her and raised an eyebrow. “Hear me out. What you need to do is think about Manifest Destiny. What does it mean to you? What do you really think about Ravi? Do you really think you and Ravi are the next big thing? And then once everything soaks in, that’s when you will have your answer Ty. But no time sooner…” You know at a time like this, it would be just typical of me to just throw out some kind of sarcastic remark. I could just use one of my many hundreds that I never hesitate to say without a moment’s notice. But right now… none of them would be necessary. Terri had a point. Damn! Is this a reoccurring theme this week?! In order to know if I REALLY trust my partner I would have to go back to where it all started. But before I could go back down memory lane, I once again had my bubble popped by my assistant. “Ty, now is not the time though. You got a meeting with the agents about Michael in a half an hour that needs your utmost attention.” “Can’t you do it for me?” “This is something that you promised him. He trusts you to start his career off with a bang in the US. So that is your responsibility to get him his first job. Plus I stopped getting paid time and a half when my thickheaded boss came back from Europe. ” She lifts a smile from her face trying to get a chuckle from me. I end up laugh wondering in the back of mind how I keep ending up being around sarcastic women. Eventually I get up from my slouching position and straighten myself up. Even though I’m not in the best of moods, I still have the responsibility to get my English mate a show to look forward to. And like Traci said, he flew to the state off of that blind belief in me… Hmmm. So I walk up to Traci and stretch my arms out. We hugged and she gaves me a pat on the back. As we let go, I give her this look like I have something on my mind. “So Trace… How come we never got together?” She looks at me and smirks slightly. “Because when you hired me, I was with my boyfriend… and you were occupied with the coming of your little daughter…” True… True. So all emotions aside, I finally make it down to the second floor where the Five Star Conference room is located in the center with glass walls. As I walk through the door, I see about a half a dozen of my established agents, all from different show departments, patiently waiting with their stacks of projects under their hands. I go to take my spot at the top of the table and glance around to each one of my workers. Taking a couple breaths to get ready, I knock on the table to get everyone attention. “Ok. Now you guys all know why you are all here. Today’s main talk of the day is this man.” I pull off of the table the picture I have of my client. “This is Michael Alston. He is International up and coming sensation and Cannes official “Guy to Look Out For” candidate. He is our newest client and he is willing to make a name for himself on American soil. Your main focus today is to talk to ME like I am Michael Alston. I want to hear what each of you people have in store for him. Because you will NOT be making a fool of me when he does show up… Now pitch me.” There is brief silence in the room. Like none of these people that I take pay my hard earned money wanted to be the first one to speak, in fear that their idea would be bad. “We can put him on as a new face on a reoccurring series.” “Like…” “Like Heroes?” It’s a good show to be on. The characters on there get plenty recognition and it’s a good place to start your career. Unfortunately, with Ali Larter, Milo Ventimila, and Zachary Quinto, there is already a star studded line up so there would be no time for him to shine. “Next.” “What about CSI?” Yes, CSI. They are in a rebuilding stage aren’t they? They are probably plenty of opportunities to have Michael join the ranks as a good character on the series. But that show has been on for a while… and I don’t think anyone really watches that anymore. “Next.” “Well we can always start him off on a show that gets him familiar with the younger demographic? …There is an opening for a teacher role on the new Jonas Brothers series coming out.” You got to be kidding me?! “So let me get this straight. I BUST MY ASS to single handedly bring this guy in from England. ENGLAND! And the best thing you have for him to do is a MOTHERFUCKING Disney Series?!” “Well, sir, in all honesty it has worked for some people. Zac Efron, Shia Lebouf, Lindsey Lohan…” And at that very moment, I think one of my veins literally popped out of my skull. “You’re really serious!? Get the fuck out of here! ” There is a long, drawn out silence as she just sits there, staring at me. “... No seriously. Get the FUCK out of here!! Go back to your office and sit in the corner until you come up with better ideas than seeing grown ass men doing Yo Gabba Gabba!!” “But that’s Nickelodeon…” “GET OUT!!!” As my now deemed useless agent leaves the room in a fit of rage, I try to focus but at the situation at hand. Jonas!! REALLY!!?? “Now does anyone with more than one brain cell have something more intelligent to deliver me. What about movies?” “Sir, I’m sorry but there is nothing here that would be a right fit for Mr. Alston.” “Nothing at all?!” He pulls out his file filled with a group of scripts. “Well you can play a reporter in the new Iron Man, you can play a South American soldier in the new Stallone film, or we can fix you a role in the new Tron movie…” They sound like great choices… “But if you want Mr. Alston to land a well played second or lead role, something with more than couple badly placed lines, we need to let it be known that this guys can hang in the US.” It’s kind of what I feared. I know that the Cannes Film Festival is a big thing internationally but when it came to the United States, not too many people are very focused on them as they are on the Oscars. And what everyone knows about the Oscars, you need either a star studded cast or great writers with a great script to get nominating or known. This might be harder than I imagined. As the rest of my agents are looking at me patiently waiting for my response to this news, I carefully think out the best scenario that I can temporarily use to motivate this people to do better. “Listen guys. For the most part, these are all good ideas but it’s not what I am looking for. This guy isn’t some old quack who is looking for a second chance at fame. This is a good actor who has just came off of good reviews at a damn good festival come to Five Stars to take that next step into stardom. I need a good role on either a movie or a new show as soon as possible.” I take my leave out of the conference room when something inside stopped me from opening the door. Slowly I turn around to face my associates. “I hired you guys because I knew that you guys have the necessary talent to get things done in this business. I have a lot of TRUST in you guys that you to make things happen. So… make it happen. Twenty-five grand to the person who can. Good day people.” I leave the conference room and head to the elevator to go back to my office upstairs; there is one thing that I just said that actually surprised me when I said it. … I TRUST THEM… Here we are. Sunday evening. After thinking long and hard about me and Ravi, I decided to set up a very special interview with the UWF’s own Adam Stubberfield in a very special place. So with the camera rolling and hundreds of fans roaring in the background, Adam and I are finishing our little conversation as the crew gives the sign to start rolling. “Today is Sunday August the Second and this is UWF News live from in from of history’s own Liberty Bell. I am Adam Stubberfield and tonight, we have a very special guest. Please welcome Tyrone Kidd to the show. ” The camera moves over to me and I sit there with the smile that gather the hearts of millions. The fans go crazy and being the person that I am, I take the time to pander to them before I try silencing them down. “They love you here in Philadelphia, Tyrone.” “Well what can I say. I am a people kind of guy.” “Very true. But this is not the reason why we are here tonight. From what I understand, you specifically asked for this time. Am I right?” “Yes I did. I have something that I would like to get off of my chest.” “Well, Tyrone. Right now… the floor is yours.” I clear my throat as I prepare for what I have been thinking about all week. “Thank you, Adam. Ladies and gentleman, earlier this week I was challenged by one person. She told me to look at the foundation of my team. The same foundation that has made us tag team champions. And ask the question of if we can be trusted. She wonders Tyrone Kidd and Ravi Moon are really on the same page? The same level? Or is this just another here today gone tomorrow teaming of two people. Now I admit to you at this moment Angel that yes this was a cool concept and yes it did have me thinking. But tonight, I am going to set the record straight and narrow between what The Show thinks about the trust level.” I grab a bottle of cold water than I had brought with me, knowing that what I had to say might take a lot out of me. I take a couple swigs and I look around at the fans, the cameras, and finally Adam. “About two months ago. Manifest Destiny was born. Three up and comers ready to take on the Universe together. That’s what was told to all of you.” Every starts to look at me with confuse faces… just what I expected to happen. I stay unfazed as I continue. “The truth of the matter is… that Manifest Destiny had nothing to do with Tyrone Kidd. Originally it was supposed to be a two man army of Ravi Moon and Mike Harrison.” The fans start to converse but I raise a hand to explain. “The reason why I was able to become a part of this group is because of my past history with Mike. We have both came from the same cloth and trusted him as much as I trusted my own brother and vice versa. We had that friendship that is rarely seen in wrestling. No matter what happened… I knew I had his back and he had mine.” People in the crowd get the idea of what I meant with my friendship with Mike but that still left the question of… ‘What about Ravi?’ “Now the thing about Ravi Moon was the opposite. I did not have a past with this guy. Hell I didn’t know the difference between who he was and a hole in a wall. And as for trust…, I trusted Ravi as far as I could have thrown him. And believe me that is not far at all. But Mike believed in him… Mike trusted Ravi and told me that it was a good idea… so I ended up joining the crusade.” “But as we all found out. Mike had to take a leave of absence. So what happened?” “Hmph! Yeah that came out of left field. When Mike talked about talks of retirement, it came as a shock to everyone. But to no one was bigger than mine. I mean a couple of weeks after we made out announcement only to have one of them, actually the person responsible of making it a three piece group, to call it quits. It was harsh. And it left me and Ravi at a crossroad. I mean here we are. Two guys that know nothing of each other and now we have the choice of breaking things off or making it work. So after some thought we went into British Massacre trying to see if we can make it happen.” “And we saw what happened there…” “Yes we did. You see unbeknownst to the people who saw the match, people actually thought that we had the distinct advantage. People thought that because we were good and we had a name that was catchy that we would be steamrolling through the competition and become tag champs easy… and it was not the case… at all. That night the better prepared team pulled the ‘upset’ and became champions. And what can I say? We didn’t do as well as people thought.” I take another swig of water and take a deep breath. “So after our bitter defeat, me and Ravi sat down. We talked about a lot of things that day but nothing more important than the direction this team was going. At one point we thought about quitting again but we came up with an interesting conclusion. We were going to give it one more shot. We were going to try this tag team again. We were gonna go out on a limb and blindly trust everything that we do, in and outside the ring. And if by some chance, we flopped again like we did before… then we would be over with… no questions asked. Do you guys know what happened when we did that?” I raised my half of the UWF Tag Team Championship that I had laying on the ground next to me. The fans react to it by cheering like crazy and there was a distant chant of ‘Destiny… Destiny… Destiny!!’ “So Angel and Ellisia. When you two ask us if at the end of the day if there are dents in the trust department of our base, know that I would literally GO TO WAR with the guy that holds the other half of these titles. I would take on an army with just him and not have any doubt that we weren’t going to leave the warzone unscathed. And I know that Ravi would feel the same way about ‘The Show’ Tyrone Kidd. This might have not been created on sincerity and trust in each other but we both proved not only to the fans but TO OURSELVES that we are ready to take on anything together… until the day comes where we would have to bid farewell. At Deadly Games, we are going into that cage champion and you better believe that as long as there is an ounce of energy left in each other, that we will come out tag… team… champions. And then you WILL know…” I take a long look at the camera with a focused look on my face. “That you CAN’T STOP… DESTINY!!” “Thank you, Tyrone Kidd for your time. When we come back, we will talk about the latest chatter on the UWF Twitter Wars…” :: End Scene ::