THE Greatest SHOW has arrived!!
The scene opens up in front of the Global Wrestling Alliance Building in the middle of Grand Central on the East Side of Manhattan in glorious New York. On the outside of the building it’s a busy day, with people walking to and from work dressed in formal business suits. The camera looks up and down the block, paying attention toward the different variety of people that seems like they work for the same purpose. After a couple of minutes standing there, observing the scenery a dark-skinned individual along with a female attorney is seen coming out of the building. The attorney has a tan and is seen having her hair down in a french braid and has glasses on. She is wearing a black business suit with matching skirt and heels. She has sexy, yet businesslike walk to her but seems to look at the bunches of paper she is holding in her hands. Walking next to her, is a face that is familiar to most but a mystery to some. Wearing a classy sliver FUBU suit with matching shoes, sunglasses, and a silver and black New Era cap, with Chicago White Sox’s Symbol on it, worn to the side. Out of the cap are his dreadlocks coming down, newly braided. His smooth baby face is seen with a Colgate smile from one ear to the other to capitalize it. As the cameraman gets closer, a reporter from a local news station barges in front of the cameraman with her own guy to tape the footage of the interview. Kidd looks in front of him as she hurries to get an interview. Reporter: Excuse me . . . Are you Tyrone Kidd? Man: Yeah, that’s me. The one and only. Reporter: Well I’m a reporter from . . . Kidd puts his hand in front of her face Kidd: That’s not really important right now. The reporter stares at him with a look of shock and disappointment. Kidd looks at the reporter, who is now sulking. Kidd: I didn’t mean it like that. I’m a very busy man and I don’t have that much time to mingle. So . . .What is it that you want to talk to me about? Reporter: Well as you can possibly see, we have just caught you leaving from the main building for new federation, Global Wrestling Alliance. Now being already a wrestler from the Maximum Championship Wrestling, what is you business over here? Kidd: Business?? Technically, my business is NONE of your business . . . but since you tried so hard to ask this question, I shall respond with an answer. Well a couple days ago, due the internal problems of that federation, I insured my time over here. Now that everything is back in order, I have decided to work in both place. It’s going to be twice The Show, at twice the expense. It’s gonna be a happy day from now on. Because THE Greatest SHOW has arrived in GWA!! Reporter: Is there any chance that your gonna take one federation more serious that the other? Kidd quickly snaps at the reporter with a angry stare. Just then his attorney whispers something in his ear and Kidd maintains his composure. Kidd: I’m sorry my attorney says that I am not able to answer that question. Also she says, that we’re on a real BUSY schedule so we must be on our way. Reporter: But. . .But Kidd . . . Attorney: Conversation OVER!! That being said, the two start to walks away, heading towards the subway. Attorney: Hey Ty. I didn’t say that last statement that you told him. Kidd: Yeah, I know. I just didn’t want to deal with the media today. This is suppose to be a day of greatness. I’m about to stop at the hotel and head back home to beautiful Tampa. More importantly, I get to sit back and wait for this match that Little Ricky Ricardo has planned for me. Attorney: What happen to what we had planned tonight? Kidd: I know, baby. But I gotta take a rain check on that. I need to go back home and fix some business up. They embrace in a hug and a slight kiss on the cheek and head their opposite ways. The attorney to her workplace and Tyrone to the subway station, heading toward JFK Airport. As he gets inside the station, he stand still, as if in some trance, thinking about something. Even though what he’s thinking about is not clear he stands there is a look that no one has ever seen. It’s a look of sorrow and concern. He is awoken out of his trance by a little kid, wanting a autograph. Kidd sign the autograph and goes to the subway, continuing in his unusual mood as the scene ends
The scene opens up in the luxurious Estate of the newest GWA superstar. . .Tyrone Kidd. A van from the GWA has just reached the block where he resides. Inside the van are a cameraman and the most sensual Page Harris. Page is wearing a red short skirt with a matching strapless shirt. The shirt is done to show enough cleavage to get enough attention for everyone. They reaches the front gate, which is blocked by a guard tower. Page: Wow, such a nice place this guy has here. From these pictures, he must be as good as they made him. As they stop in front of the gate, a pudgy guard walks up to the passenger side of the van. With pen and paper in hand, he goes to van to see who is there and is stopped in his tracks when he gets a good look at the cleavage of Miss Harris. Guard: Excuse me but . . . WHOA!! Page: Yes. . . Guard (stuttering): Well. . .umm. . .h-h-h. . .umm. . . you see. . . Page: Well are you gonna get to what you are gonna say or are you just gonna stare at my tits? The name is Page Harris and I’m here for the interview with Tyrone Kidd. Without another word, the guard head back into the tower and signals Kidd. Kidd: Yeah what’s up. Guard: Page Harris from GWA is here to see you. Kidd: Is she cute? Guard: Ohh is she. She’s one hot tamale. Kidd: Keep your Viagra to yourself, old man. Send her in. The guard opens the steel gates and the van drives into the mansion. As they the front door of the place, the door opens and Kidd walks through. There are different things you notice as he walks toward the van. The first is what he’s wearing. He has on a pair of black jeans short and black Jordan sneakers. The best part is his shirt. He has on a Gold Lakers’ jersey on with the number 34 under it in purple. Kidd turns around and the back of the jersey has the same number but instead of the words O’Neal, it says TRU MVP. With a pair of black Gucci shades and the usual dreadlocks, the main difference about him is the fact that he is back to his old self. Full of smile and laughter. He shows that feeling that what happened the other day on the subway never existed. And with the nicest tone of voice, he ask them if they want to come inside. They obliged and they head inside, towards the living room. As Page and the cameraman enter Kidd’s establishment, he stops them both and directs them to take off their shoes. Once they have done that, he takes off his and they head toward the living room. Once in the room, you can see that it is a thing of beauty. There are three sofa positioned at a reverse ‘C’. In front of the sofas is a antique glass table with gold legs At the north and southeast corners of the room are valuable glass vases with roses and tulips inside. On the wall on the east is a drawing of Kidd, the picture is him with picture perfect blue sky and white clouds. In the background, behind the drawing of Kidd is a picture of a belt. Shiny gold and newly made, the way it sun shines off on the title is breath taking. Away from the picture, the window is on the west side of the room with a view of the outside. The sun is beating on the couch with nice orange glow. Kidd leads the others onto the couch where they all sit down, on separate sofas. As the guy sets up the camera, Page gets in place to start the interview. With a flick of the wrist, the cameraman is all set as Page takes the last second to fix her cleavage that Kidd seems to notices. Harris: This is Page Harris from the Global Wrestling Alliance here presenting all you fans to live in depth interview with one of superstars that just signed with is the other day. He is one of three participate that will be in the main event of our first ever Monday Night Chaos event. Inside a fifteen foot cage, it will be Andy Gordan vs Blitz Bomber vs this gentlemen right here. Right beside me is ‘The Show’ Tyrone Kidd. Kidd: Hey Page, you cut with the formal attitude. I mean, come on now your being formal with your breasts all out like two volleyballs. Be yourself. Page: But . . . Rick wanted me. . . Kidd: Hey Fuck Rick!! If you want a big interview then just be yourself. Page: Ok whatever. Well at Chaos, you three will be competing for a guaranteed title shot at the US title at GWA MaDNeSs. What are your thoughts about that oppportunity? Kidd: Seriously. It’s nonsense. . . but it’s not anything that I don’t suspect from Lil’ Rick ‘Acid’ Jones. He knows that I am the best in the business and that there is no one better. If he didn’t, then I wouldn’t have been signed here. The problem is that he scared to let someone like myself take control of HIS federation as the bar that everyone has to try to meet but eventually fall short at. So what does he do? Set me up in a match with two people for a mediocre title. I mean US title? I’m better than that. Blitz . . . I don’t know. That long winded bastard is better off over there, if not worse, and this guy that I don’t even know. He’s name is Andy Kauffman right? Page: Andy Gordon. Kidd: Oh well he’s name is not important anyway. The point is easy. Monday Night, thirty feet. . . ,that fifteen up and fifteen down for you dumb bastards a.k.a. Blitzie, is gonna separate me from this victory. The odds are 98 to 2 in favor of me and I like the odds. Page: Back to the comments on our president and CEO Rick Jones. I’m sensing some kind of hatred. Why is that? Kidd: Hatred? Nah I’m just stating facts. Richard. Let’s be serious real quick. We BOTH know why you left McW. Hell, the whole WORLD know why you left. And there is one word alone that descirbe why you tuck your tail between your legs and left. Kidd looks at the camera with a look of seriousness and a side of confidence. Fear. Page: Fear? Kidd: Yes Page, my dear. Fear. Rick Jones is scared of The Show. Ever since I step foot in the same ring that he did. Ever since I’ve proven that I was the future. EVER SINCE I have come out of retirement and proven that I am still the most dominant headliner in wrestling history, he has been struck with fear. Fear that when the time come, KIDD WILL BE BETTER THAN RICK JONES! THAT I WILL BE A BIGGER LEGEND THAT RICK JONES! THAT I WILL GO DOWN IN HISTORY AS THE BEST WRESTLER ALIVE AND NOT RICK ‘ACID’ JONES! And for that fact alone, he left. He left it all behind and when he did that he took two more with him. Acid doesn’t want to face me. So what does he do. The two wrestlers along with himself make a place of their own. Him being the head honcho in charge. Well not too long after that I receive a letter of invitation. It stated that Rick, personally, wanted me to join his fed. You want to know why? Well, it’s cause now the odds are in his favor. He runs things here in GWA so when I prove that what I just say is true, he has that authority to shut it down. And once that is done, he will prove his point that I’m nothing but a phony. A wannabe legend. One of those legends that fall short in his destiny. Kidd gets closer to the camera. Well Richard, my dear boy, OVER MY DEAD BODY!! He back away from the camera and sits down and looks back at Page. Page: Well. . .what do you have to say about Alcohol’s comment? Kidd: Not much. He says how everyone is playing ‘hide and seek’ and how everyone is just crying and kissing babies. Kidd raises an eyebrow. Man that mumbling drunk is just doing what he usually does. Talk a bunch of nonsense. I’ll just let him keep talking and look at him trying to scratch his own back. *sigh* They should really watch they give liquor to now-a-days. Page: Ok. Now that we past all that small question, let get to the match. This Monday GWA is gonna have it’s first event for the Ice Palace of Auburn Hill, Michigan. Home of the NBA Champions, Detroit Pistons. Kidd: *pfft* Page: What do you have to say about your opponents? Blitz Bomber and Andy Gordon? Kidd: Are you sure it’s not Kauffman? Page: Yes. It’s not Kauffman. Kidd: Well, beside all this crap. Monday Night, I have a match. It’s a match between THREE undefeated wrestler from the same fed. Against Andy and this fool Blitz Daddy. Look at this joke. Number one. You came from that hideous place, Detroit. Home to those lucky ass bums. The Pistons. I never seen so much luck come with one team in my life. I mean you guys have a wanna be Rodman name Ben Wallace. He was a bum until Rasheed came. I mean if you guys want a real team. See this team. *grabs his jersey* The most dominating center. The best group of talent leaded by the best coach. Their just like me. A legend. A team that has won more than 2 CHAMPIONSHIP!!! But enough about them. Blitz. I’ve team up with you and that was the most horrifying experience in my life. I felt like I was around Pig Pen from the Charlie Brown Show. If Blitz Daddy, HA that’s another funny thing, Blitz Daddy think that he is the One Man Wrecking Crew. Oh Lord, you must be smoking that SHIT. If it wasn’t for me, you would never have won that match. Don’t you know that I am better than you?! Didn’t it make any sense to you when The Show got all the praise while no one gave a damn about Blitz. Let’s face facts. Blitz. I’m riding my high horse into legend status then all of a sudden this guy comes around with a foul mouth, that I bet he couldn’t go 5 minutes without cursing, come by trying to knock me off. Just like Rick wants to do. Just like everyone else wants to do. But come Monday, the foul mouth, face painted, freak show from 8 Mile, will become yet another victim of The Show inside a 15 foot high steel cage. AND THAT’S. . .A . . .WRAP!! Kidd takes a break and goes into his kitchen to go get some water. While he’s gone Page turns to the cameraman and starts to talk. Page: This isn’t the Tyrone Kidd that I heard about. I heard he was flamboyant, more cocky, and nicer. He seems like he has a chip on his shoulder. I wonder what that chip is? The cameraman shrugs as Kidd returns to the living room, cup in hand. He heads back to his seat, having a more clear head that he did before. He sits there and tries to relax but is having a hard time doing it. He sits down and continues to talk to Page . Kidd: And on the hand we have this guy I have never actually seen in action. Andy Gordan. He calls himself ‘The Next Best Thing’. He went throughout McW being undefeated. He has beaten a couple of good people. Big whoop. Last time I checked, when The Show enter the federation. . . you were “inactive”. The whole time I was there. . . you were “inactive”. The whole time I’ve been there . . .you were there . . .making your little predictions. Follow us to events. Watching me wrestle. And on top of everything, you said that I had a bright future. I had a lot of . . . potential. Well Andy, look where this potential has gotten me. I’m one of the brightest star in the GWA sky. I’m the guy that everyone wants to beat but can’t. I’m the man that when that when they made the phase “WOO!! To be the man, WOO!! You gotta beat the man.”, they were talking about me. Fuck you being the next best thing cause Monday you’ll be the Next of Tyrone’s Victims. When the time comes, all your little prediction will mean absolutely nothing. The only thing that will count is the victory that I will have over you two. If you haven’t noticed, my victory is inevitable. Because if knowledge is power. . . . Kidd look at the camera with a smirk on his face. Then a God . . . His face turns into seriousness. AM I!!!!! His face goes back into a smile. Check your watches boys . . . CAUSE IT’S SHOWTIME!! Page: Well, thank you for this interview. You know that tomorrow is Father’s Day. All of sudden Kidd’s mood changed from focus to sad. Kidd *mumbles*: Yeah. Page: Well I hope you and your father have a nice Father’s Day. I hope I’ll see you again. Kidd: Yeah. . .my father. . .
As Page Harris and the cameraman head out to the van, Kidd stand sitting down in the same spot when they left. After 15 minutes, he turns around and looks at the picture frame for a long time then turns around and sulks to the ground. As the scene ends, the picture become closer and closer to the point wear it is visible to see what the picture is. The picture seems to be a black and white picture of an old man and his son which after a while it’s obvious that the picture is Tyrone Kidd
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And his father. ::Scene Ends:: |