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The scene opens up on a sunny day in the City of Angels… Los Angeles, California. The breeze is lightly blowing as everyday Californian people, dressed in nothing but the finest clothing available, and talking casually and walking by a big white building right on the corner of South Western Avenue and Wilshire Boulevard. Amidst the high class people, there is a group of tourists standing across the street taking pictures of the building as well as pointing at the wealthy locals. Looking at the building it’s obvious why tourists are so much in awe looking at the place. In the front of the building, is a nice little ensemble. The front is covered from a yard away in a white colored concrete, made into square patterns from one side to the other. In the middle of the concrete a square centerpiece surrounding four beautiful gardens on the corners of the square, surrounding a white marble waterfall with the letters ‘T.K.’ carved and shapes into the surface. Past the waterfalls, the front of the building has panes of glass throughout the first floor leading up to the roof. Arched above the glass door, four words explain where exactly the scene is taken place… written in gold… is the ‘Five Star Talent Agency’.
A black colored stretch limo slowly drives towards the front of the talent agency. Once it comes to a complete stop, a short and pudgy little guy in a black and white suit gets out of the driver seat and opens the back door. An older gentleman, wearing an all black suit, steps out of the limo and nods his head at the driver. He bends over and grabs a black suitcase from inside the car. The guy then brushes himself off and walks in the direction of the building. Following him is a member of the camera crew, setting up his footage and points the camera down towards the briefcase the man is holding. Printing on the suitcase is a logo of some sort with the letter M.C.W. on it. Once the duo gets past the door, they walk up to a desk with a woman behind the area. The lady at the desk smiles and greets them before pointing towards the direction of the elevator. Once inside the elevator the two of them head up towards the fifth floor, which is their destination.
Once they arrive, they are taken back for a brief second. The floor almost looks too good to be just a modern décor style. The walls on each side are a fresh dark maple color wood and every foot or so there is a light covered in gold from the stem to the shade. On the floor there is a beautiful red carpet with gold lines going in all different styles from straight to curvy. The carpet rolls out past a bigger area of the floor which has offices on both sides. With glass panes surrounding the area, each room has an employee, very into the work that he/she is doing. Walking on the rug, the twosome looks around and observes the surrounding. At the end of the rug is a maple pair of big doors and a table right in front of it. On the sides of the doors is tainted glass with the letters ‘T.K’ on both side, made to prevent anyone to sneak a look inside.
Once at the door, they are stopped by a beautiful woman sitting behind the desk. As she begins to stand up, the guys get a better look at the woman. Standing at about 5 foot 7 inches and looking as if she is in her late 20’s/early 30’s, she has straight brunette colored hair that is a few inches below her shoulders. In the middle of her oval-shaped head is a pair of green eyes that is the perfect match of serious and sultry and decently plump shaped lips covered in a pinkish red lipstick. Standing up, she has on a reddish pink dress that shows her long nice legs, that is made to match the lipstick and a pair of pink six inch heels to complete the outfit. She makes her way to the people as they stay still making sure they do not do anything until told so. Woman: Hey I’m Terri Strauss. Mr. Kidd’s assistant. Is there anything that I may help you gentlemen with? McW Guy: Yes. I’m here on behalf of Maximum Championship Wrestling. I called earlier to let Tyrone Kidd know of our intentions. May we please enter? Terri: Hold on one sec. Terri walks back to her desk and bends slightly as she picks up the phone and dials what seems like an extension to a place inside the agency. After a few moments she starts talking to who is assumed as Tyrone and a brief conversation initiates. With a poker-like face not revealing the mood of the call, she hangs up the phone and tells the two gentlemen to come forth. Her eyes locked onto the cameraman Terri: Tyrone said you are free to come in. McW Guy: Thank you very much. The gentlemen begin to march forward but are stopped by the assistant’s hand on his chest. Terri: Not you. He just said that just the camera guy can come in. McW Guy: But… Why? I have important information that needs to get to him so he can be notified about the changes. I need to make sure that he gets them. Terri: Mr. Kidd said that you can just give it to the camera boy and he will read it. Besides that there really isn’t any real use for you. So you should take a leave. McW Guy: W…w...WH…What?! I have been given strict orders by… Terri: And I have been told that you need to leave before and I quote, ‘I fuckin’ have to get out of my office, and throw him out of my place like it’s the Boston fuckin’ Tea Party!’ end quote. With that being said, the representative hands the briefcase over to the camera and walks back down the carpet and to the elevator. Ms. Strauss then walks in front of the camera guy and opens the door to The Show’s personal office. Walking in to Kidd’s office is a thing of beauty. With the room being a large rectangular space, the office is covered with ferns on the corners and a big flat screened television set right on the same wall the doors are on. In the middle of the back walls is the owner of it all Tyrone Kidd. He is wearing a black suit, with no tie, a button undone, and a gold chain wrapped loosely around his neck. On the chest pocket of the suit, the letters ‘T.K’ is sewn in a bright gold color. Behind a large, oddly shaped desk, The Show is just sitting on his swivel chair with his legs placed on top of the desk. Looking at the camera guy without a care in the world, he asks him to sit and hand him over the briefcase to see what they wanted from him. He tells the guy to run the film as he starts his rant. Kidd: So almost two weeks ago, I was on tour with the McW. The place I can say was like revisiting my home to see what has change and what I could do for it. I had a pretty good opening week and then there was the opportunity. This was an opportunity to become General Manager and have full authority over everybody who was signed to a McW contract. Great opportunity and I felt like I had it in the bag. On top of that I had a match where I was set up to become a contender for the International Championship. A title that I assumed fit The Show perfectly, being that I am an International sensation. I had the chance to defeat 7 superstars on the McW roster before I had finished a month within this business. And then it was gone. It’s taken away from the hands of a true competitor. All my plans… my immediate future… it was all gone in a second. Next thing I know, I was alerted that there had been internal problems within the company and there is gonna be a cancellation of not only the tour but the federation as well. Isn’t this a bitch? All this work and I have once again nothing to show for it. So what do I end up doing? I go back to my bread making job that I have and work on making this company just like my career... something to talk about. And now I hear that there is this special announcement a few days back and that someone was gonna be sending me some sort of breaking news that needed to be brought to my attention. Hooray! What does anybody from McW have to say to me that is even worth half of the time that I am using at this moment. The camera guy shakes his head with a look of confusion as Tyrone proceeds to open the suitcase. Inside are a couple of manila colored envelopes and a DVD, each with a different thing written on it. Kidd opens the first one and inside is a couple of memos. Pulling them out, The Show skims through and shows multiple expressions on his face as continues to read. Kidd: So let me get this straight. General Stewey has abandoned his post as Co-Owner and the management department has been scrambling to figure out what they wanted to do. When they come to a decision, what they do is temporarily give Ricky Rick full control of the federation and his first order of business was to strip everyone of their respective title? There were only two people on top anyway. What the point of doing that anyway? Oh well. Ok… so what they are doing is doing a pay-per-view called ‘Rising’ where all the titles are on the line. Well… at least it’s in New York Kidd puts the papers back in the envelope and throws them in the trash. He opens the next one with the words, McW rising written on it. This one has a little bit more of The Show’s attention. Kidd: Wait… wait… wait… wait… WHAT?! They have me put in the main event versus the weed smoking British, Groond?! And the stipulation is a last man standing?! …FUCK!! Why doesn’t Rick just send me a tub of lube and a police officer and tell me to get fucked harder than a convict on Oz?! That would make my day a hell of a lot better right now. Whatever! I can handle this situation. If this is what it takes to become head honcho in the motherfuckin’ federation, then I will run over the competition no matter who it is. What else is left? Kidd throws the Rising papers away and picks up the disk. Written on a piece of tape are the words, “Groond’s promo”. With a big sigh, he takes the DVD out of the case and calls in the assistant to put it in the flat screen. As she heads out the door, Tyrone picks up the remote control and presses play as he turns off the lights and leans back on the chair.
The first five minutes...
As Groond goes into narrative mode, Kidd looks very interested and intrigued in seeing what other people think about the situation. He laughs to himself, as he listens to the part where his opponent shows his foreign nature. With such terms as arse burgers and limey bastard, it’s hard for The Show to not find international things a tad bit humorous. But he does have valid points during his thought process. The last thing Tyrone wants to see is McW go back down again especially after a month that he has been there. There were a lot of people he met and superstars with potential to maybe give Kidd competition and he doesn’t want to see the end of that. And with that much stress, who wouldn’t smoke a nice fat blunt. The Show is looking at the screen with a look of determination at his adversary.
The next five minutes...
Groond finally meets up with his lawyer and they start talking about the changes in McW as well as notifying him about the PPV and his opponent. At this point, Kidd is no longer leaning back on the chair. The Show has the chair sitting up as he is leaning over with his elbow on the desk and his hand on his cheek. He still into the promo, but has moved to get himself more comfortable. Groond talks about his adversary and that no matter how much he has respect and how much he is excited to face Kidd, when the bell rings all bets are off. Kidd lets out a quick giggle when Groond considers it Old School versus New School. But Groond once again is right, there’s tons of respect but none of it matter when the title is on the line. Groond talks about his big plan but they are none of Tyrone’s concern… yet.
Five minutes later...
The next scene start and Groond pieces together everything that he knows right now. At this time, Kidd asks for a drink and rests both of his cheeks in his hands as his listen to Groond’s narrative style manifest a little bit more. Groond’s goal is to prove to the roster and to himself that he is still the best wrestler in McW and take Kidd down in order to make it known. Groond brings up the fact Kidd hasn’t won the big one yet. This doesn’t bother Kidd but at the same time, nothing does. He is just waiting for Groond to finish up… or say something that would affect The Show more because he is becoming restless.
Final five... maybe ten… err… fifteen minutes...??
Groond is at the gym, training with a his coach and a sparring partner on a new Maui Thai style to use in wrestling or MMA or whatever he’s doing. It looks like coming along very well and it could be a factor in the main event this weekend. He even spends a good amount of time in acknowledging his opponent and says a couple things that would be consider a dig to Tyrone Kidd and his chances in the main event at McW: Rising. But this is not even getting under the skin of The Show. Mainly because of the reason… … … that he has fallen asleep. The cameraman points the camera at Kidd as low and behold, there he is, head looking down on the desk, arms above his eyes to cover the outside light and a puddle of droll inches away from his lips because he is fast asleep. There is even a light snore coming for the mound which is now the temporarily resting place of The Show. Minutes are passing by and as the promo continues to roll Tyrone is absolutely oblivious to it. Ms. Strauss walks into the office just as Groond’s shoot is finished and lightly poke her boss to wake him up.
Slowly but surely, the boss wakes up and take a moment to look around at his surroundings. He wipes the leftover drool off of his lips and sees that the camera guy is still shooting… looking directly at him. He looks around fixes whatever things are around his desk, then turn around and look at the camera. Kidd: Pretty entertaining stuff, eh? … Oh well you’re dismissed. The McW cameraman stops recording and gets up to leave the office. As soon as he gets out, Tyrone looks directly at his assistant. Kidd: Tell Rick to set up an interview with one of those floosies tonight. I’ll reply to Groond’s comments then tonight when I get home and become more relaxed. And make sure it’s done as fast as when you told those docs to push those things of yours up. Terri looks at Kidd with a puzzled look on her face. Terri: But these are real. Kidd: Oh… They are?! Terri: …Yeah. You made sure that it wasn’t a problem. Your words were… you don’t want to hire anyone who had their breast done because… ‘It just looks like someone took a can of helium and blew them up like balloons.’ Kidd: … Oh yeah. I did say that now huh? Then just get to work. Terri Strauss walks to out the room and to her desk as Kidd takes the DVD out of TV. He lets off a big sigh as he knows that he has to watch it again to get the parts that he missed as the scene ends. Scene 2 “See I’m a poet to some A regular modern day Shakespeare Jesus Christ The king of these Latter Day Saints here” -“Renegade(Eminem’s verse)”-Jay-Z featuring Eminem The scene opens up in Tampa, Florida… inside the Kidd’s Mansion, to be exact. The whole family has just finished dinner and they are sitting across the dining room table conversing about the day. Everyone is dressed pretty casual wearing sweatpants with different types of tops. The Show is wearing a tank top with one of his silver Rolex watches on. DeMarcus, wearing a blue Spongebob shirt, is busy trying to talk about his day while burying his nose in his Nintendo DS. Christina, who is just wearing a pink tee, is busy talking about her doll as she takes a mini comb and tries to brush the hair of her Barbie doll. Starr is walking back and forth from the kitchen to the dining room talking to Kidd about current problems to address around the house. Kidd is halfway listening as his main thought is facing Groond in New York City. Tyrone does his best imitation of listening by nods and agreeing until the phone rings on his cell phone. Starr begins to roll her eyes as her man looks at the phone and reads the name M.C.W. on his phone. Starr: You just gonna answer that. Don’t act like this is anything different. Kidd: What am I not suppose to?! This is what I do. I am back into the wrestling scene and you out of all people should know what it does to anyone. Now if you excuse the hell out of me. I got a call to answer. Kidd walks away as Starr flips him the bird. He picks up the cell and informs them to do a video chat on the computer. Kidd gets into the computer room and sets up the computer. The program opens up and there in the flesh is Jessie Bentley, wearing a skimpy outfit that pushes up her well known cleavage. Kidd sighs at the look of her as they start the conversation. Bentley: Thank you for this time, Tyrone Kidd. Now under your circumstance, you asked for this interview time but you did specifically say that you did not want to spend long. So I have crammed three very thought out questions to ask you at this time. Kidd: Ok… shoot. Bentley: Well this Sunday night, the re-resurrection of McW with the pay per view entitled, “Rising”. You, sir, are headlining this card in a Last Man Standing Match versus the two-time Undisputed champion… Groond. Now judging by your earlier performance it seems that you might be underestimating your opponent. If that’s the case, why is your reasons for your attitude in this match and do you really think this is going to be a breeze? Kidd: First off, let me set the facts straight. Yes I did fall asleep. And yes, I found Groond’s promos to be rather… long and drawn out… but do not confuse that with a lack of respect. I have tons of respect for the guy and that is not gonna change a thing. This Sunday is the weed smoker from Britain versus the Showstopper from the States. This is gonna be one for the ages. I am actually looking forward towards the match. Last Man Standing… or not, it does not matter. What does matter is that there will be two men bringing they’re undeniable best into the squared circle in order to lead the McW as champion. Both of us are able to do it but just one of us will do it on Sunday. Bentley: Well you said that both of you guys are able to lead the federation as top dog champion. But what Groond does mention is that you have not been able to become Undisputed champion. Now I know you have had you chance at becoming champion and was unsuccessful. What will make this occasion different from the rest? Kidd: Different? Every match is different in one way or another. A championship fight that was four years ago is absolutely different from a championship match that I am gonna have this Sunday. This Sunday, I am coming into this battle full force. No holds barred. Groond may be worried that if he takes me lightly that he will end up on the wrong side of the match but it is inevitable. It is going to happen. Period. What makes this match different? I’m well aware of my surroundings. I have done background checks. I know who I am facing and the funny thing is that I am ready. I am more than ready. Sunday night is my night and when all is said and done. I will be that LAST MAN STANDING! By any means necessary. Bentley: Any last comments? Kidd: Yes I actually do. See for this most part; this is about respect and chance. But there is one small part that gives me the home field advantage. Sunday… we are gonna be in MY country… in MY state… in MY city. New York, New York. A place where I’m glad to say that I was born and raised in. This is not an even level backfield. This is my hometown. This is where I became the man that I am today. And it is just as fortunate that this also going to be the place where I am going to hold the big piece of gold around my waist for the very first time. And oh will it be a sweet time. To win a championship where you reside is what everybody wants to do and I will have that chance. Are you going to stop me? No. But I will tell you this. There will be no fuck nuggets on Sunday. There will be no arse burger, cheeky bastards, limey bastards, none of that bullshit what so ever. There will be The Show in front of you. And for you to run “the show”, you have to beat The Show. Sunday is your chance. Man up!! Get your game face on because I’m already here and there’s nowhere to go but up to the top. That’s my goal and you are the only thing in my way. Plain and simple. No jokes, no comment… yet. The sky is the limit and that’s where I’m going. The Show moves forward into the camera. Kidd: Tick tock. Tick tock. TICK tock. TICK TOCK! You know what that is Groond?! That’s time. You have but only so left until you’re in the ring… are you ready? I don’t know. Only you do. But do us a favor. Don’t choke. Because I will take advantage and once that happens… there is no turning back. Sunday… you’re in my house. Wipe your feet before you enter… oh and check your watch Groond… oh and set it to Eastern Standard Time… CAUSE IT’S SHOWTIME!!!
Kidd turns off his computer and heads back into the dining room as the scene ends
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