Sticks and Stones May Break My Bones / But Guys In Facepaint Don’t Scare Me!

Man, it must feel good to be back! After a month and change, Tyrone Kidd stepped back on the stage and does what he does best. Win matches and cause controversy. This time around he was victorious in his return matchup with ‘Iceberg’ Billy Rodgers. Still referring to himself as ‘The best wrestler to come from the summer class’, all he keeps doing is beating the newcomers one by one. Here enters Iscariot. The number one contender to the Hardcore title and dark individual is his own mind. Making a name for himself as a decent competitor in the federation, this 6’1” man of mystery is the next person that comes to challenge the ‘UnKrowned King’. The man of Adrenaline has faced some weird characters throughout his wrestling career but the questions that loom around are, ‘has he ever faced anyone with such a deranged mentality as Iscariot?’ and ‘can he overcome the odds this time around?’ On top of it all there is the question of the week that hangs in the balance. In both of his interviews last week, whenever the words Ravi Moon were uttered off of the lips of reporters, it would hit a disturbing nerve to Tyrone Kidd. But the question is why? What has happened to The Show in the matter of month that made him feel a certain way towards his friends? Is this going to get in the way of his match this week? And on top of that what is the current status of the team of Manifest Destiny? … Well time to find out what’s going to happen … LET THE SHOW BEGIN!! Another day, another dollar… Another week has gone by and I am feeling pretty damn good. I mean let’s look back at what happened. After being gone for about a good month and change I come back to beat good ol’ Billy Bob Rodgers in a match that almost felt a little bit of a tune-up match. Don’t get me wrong, I respect the guy’s game but Rodgers was nothing but a little kid in a big man’s world. My world. And he didn’t belong there. But it’s ok. A win is a win. And after being the victor, I’ve felt pretty damn good about myself. So after a smooth week I decided that the best way to get ready from next week’s Adrenaline was to relax first before getting your hands dirty. So I called my client, Michael to come out of the woodwork and come out to nice fitness center and spa spot that I know of. For the last month it’s been hard trying to hard sell him onto any future movies ideas and it’s taking its toll on my young adversary. Now it’s my job to make sure I keep him happy and all, but with the stress of finding him a job to add on to getting a point across in the UWF… … Ok so maybe I’m not feeling all that well. But its my job as an agent to never let them see me sweat… unless you at the spa cause that’s what you come there to do. Well here we are in the basement of this place, wrapped around in a towel with two girls on top of our backs. “This feels nice…” They weren’t bad looking either. One of them was medium sized, about 5’3” or 5’4” Of course they were Asian ladies but they looked like Perfect 10 model with the hands of people that can work wonders. “Man I wish I could convince the future Mrs. to have one of these girls with me all the time at the house…” Mike just looks back at me with the same relaxed look on his face. Lord knows that are very few things in the world that I can say is better than this and his face says it all… “You know that will never happen.” Mmhmm! The last thing I need to worry about is my fiancé trying to pull a Lorena Bobbit. I mean ‘tis the season for crazy women killing superstars. “Yeah, you right. I’ll just write it off as a company bill.” I start to laugh a little bit but it was short lived as the masseuse hit just the right spot on the lower part of my back to almost put me in a come…in a GOOD way. There’s almost no way that massages like these are legal in any way. I roll my eyes to the back of my head for a little bit before as I tried to continue my conversation with Michael. Funny thing is that Mike was thinking the same thing and beat me to the punch. “So tell me this whole thing one more time…” I take a long sigh as I try to refocus my whole approach. Gotta make sure I say the right things. “Basically put, it’s like this. I have spent all this time off trying to convince these head honchos to give you a shot. Warner Bros, Paramount, and Universal… hell I even talked to Disney. But they all tell me the same thing. They want to see you prove yourself out there first.” Mike stops his masseuse for a moment. Guess I hit a nerve. “But what about Cannes? Didn’t the fact that I was a part of an award winning movie mean anything here in the States?” “You would think so. But there are people who come here from Europe that don’t make on the screen over. Or the type who just gets typecast as negative roles. Put it like this. Do you want to end up like Colin Farrell and win an Oscar? Or do you want to become like the Govenator?” That’s definitely true. Damn! I’m a good bullshitter when I want to be. Just seeing the look of deep thought going through his head tells me that I hit the right nerve to keep him from being irate. “Listen I know it might sound very undermining but I’ve been looking in the direction of finding a very good sitcom to jump in to.” Mike started to raise his head as soon as I finished my sentence. Ready to be defiant, I had to think quickly. “Look, I know what you’re gonna say. Just let me work my magic first before you start going off. I will promise you though. I will definitely not put you in some retarded Hannah Montana spoof. I’m trying to build your career not ruin it. But we both know that you got to start off with the small stuff before you make a run at anything big.” There was a short pause in the air. Even the girls didn’t want to do anything for fear of being reprimanded for interrupting. “… You mean like how it’s going for you in the UWF?” I turn my head in shock at the comment made toward me. Really?! I had to actually move the girl from off of my back and sit up just to really keep myself from being sarcastic. But the more I thought about it, the more it made sense. “Yeah, kinda like the UWF. Before you earn the right to become one of the big dogs in the company, you gotta spend countless months making a name for yourself. You go up against nobodies and people with plenty short comings in their career. Follow by little tests, here and there, just to prove what staying potential you might have in the company. For me, I have paid my dues. Fought against the Jack Suedes, the Cell Blocks, the Billy Rodgers…” By this time Mike pardon his masseuse from off his back and is sitting upright in front of me. “Yeah! Did you hear about his recent babbling about you and your win?” I smirk a little bit. “Yeah I caught wind of it. What can I say? It’s not my fault that some guys catch a woody for me. I am just that damn talented. I just hope that if I have to deal with ‘The World’s Oldest Rookie’ again that he doesn’t take a quick grabs or anything… It’s… just not kosher.” We both share a good laugh as I throw a couple hundred dollar bills at the girls. We get up from the table and I grab a couple more towels from a chair in the corner. I toss one to Mike and put one over my head as we head to the steam room. Mike looks towards my direction and starts up our conversation. “So what’s going on this week with this guy, Iscariot?” “I wish I could tell you. All I know is that he loves his Jagermeister. He lives in the shadows. Uses a lot of biblical quotes and whatnot. Plus, he acts like he never has anything to lose.” “Well he is from Newark, New Jersey…” “Yeah. When you scum around in the broke down street of good ol’ Newark, you pretty much gave up on life.” “Well he has done a pretty good job here so far. I mean right now he is the number one contender for the Hardcore title.” “So…?” “So what are you a contender for?” I swear if he wasn’t a good friend and one of my meal tickets outside of the wrestling business… I would have been stuck my foot in his ass. But again he’s right. I have gotten a shot at single title yet since I’ve been here in UWF. “…” “Exactly so give the guy some credit. He actually worked his way to make a name for himself. And he will not hesitate to make a name out of you. Cause he has ‘nothing to lose’.” I stopped and raised an eyebrow. “You know I came out here to relax.” “I’m just cutting it to you straight, Ty.” I keep walking as we finally make it to the door of the steam room. We get inside and get comfortable before turning on the heat. As the temperature rising I point my head down to the floor and keep thinking if I really am just underestimating my opponent. I mean… this guy is obviously off of his rocker but he uses that to his advantage. He prides himself on the very image of mind games and even though there are times that it looks like he has no idea what he’s really talking about…, the truth is that he actually makes a lot of sense. He embraces the darkness where people just spend most of their time straying away from it. This guy is pretty much an upgraded Jack Suede… except smarter. And that alone makes him a dangerous enemy and a worthy opponent. *COUGH COUGH* Well obviously during this whole thought concept, I have absolutely forgot where I was and who I was talking to. I look back up to my partner in crime and lift a smile from my face as the smoke starts to form all over the room. “I’m not worried about Iscariot. Yes, ok… maybe I’ve been doubting his ability but he hasn’t been doing his homework either. The man is getting me confused with all these seasoned veterans that vaguely roam the hallways of the UWF. The Legends, the Andy Tits, the Pretty Rickys those are the type of people who have nothing better to do but to brag about their past accomplishments. What I do is not focusing on the past… but the very present that he speaks of. I have been here for four months. Four months of trial and very little error. Every person that was put in front of me, in the end knew who I was. And with those accolade… I am destined to relish in it and talk the little smack that I deserve. Because I am the top of this class of new breed wrestlers that have came to the UWF.” “So what about him? He referred to going back to the King of Hardcore stage of his life.” Really?! “Man!! Get out of here with that shit, Mike!” “What?! I’m serious! You don’t think a guy that finds so much pleasure in being out of the ordinary is bound to do something… irregular?” You’re making me laugh. “Are you forgetting stuff? People now-a-days think that just because you have money, you forget where you come from… Not knowing that it’s where you came from that made you into the person who you are. Do you remember what it took to be the self proclaimed ‘K o Motherfuckin’ H’ back in England?” “Well there really isn’t a name for hardcore over there. A hardcore match is nothing short of your everyday bar fight. And the only way to win one of those is simply… be the last man standing.” “Exactly. I’m a New York native and to become the king… you have to outhustle, outwork, and in the end just master your craft. You gotta work for what you want and there was no accepting defeat. You either made it or not. Life is hardcore enough to live; I don’t have to drown my life in a bottle of Jager to tell you that. So if he wants to try and step up and play hardball with me… all he has to do is ask.” “So what you’re telling me is that you have no worry in the world about this guy? None at all? I don’t believe it, Ty. Not for one second.” Wow! I think Mikey is worried about this match a little bit more than I am. “Listen, that’s exactly what he wants me to be. He wants me to be scared of him and what he brings to the ring but I’m NOT scared. I actually accept change. Shit! It’s been a while since I have laced up the Timberland boots to stomp some mudholes and walk it right through competition. But you gotta understand; when Adrenaline comes, he’s going to notice that I’m not your average ‘high life wrestler’. That I really am a success story. That I’m the chess piece that forces you to do nothing else but to tip your king to show mercy and defeat. People talk down about the fact that I’m unpinned or untapped but that not like I’m saying it as something to wave around… that’s FACT. See I watched his little thing and he’s right. It is about pride and respect. But it’s not mine that needs to be worried about. It’s Iscariot’s. Cause he has done okay right now. But he is not as respected as me. My pride is here to stay win or loss. But his… He would need to find other ways to show that he belong in the UWF. When the bell ring and action start, it’s gonna be my craft that I mastered ready to do whatever is needed to be victorious once again. And Mike…” “What, Ty?” “I don’t have to worry about this guy breaking my spirit and leaving me in the ring as a fraction of my former self.” “And why not?” I knew that was coming… just like you’re classic scene in a movie. “Because I am The Show… and The Show MUST go on, my brother!” We both share a good laugh for a second and to be honest, I needed it. My blood pressure was starting to rise and it would have just wasted my time. “Hey let’s get out of here.” We finally get up from out seats and struggle to look for the door… Damn Smoke! Eventually we find the damn thing and swing the door open. As the smoke clears the room and heads outside, we are standing outside when we noticed one of the TV up on the top corner of the room display UWF news. ~~ Slater has chosen Tyrone Kidd to challenge Serena for the Intercontinental gold. Many still wonder what the situation is with Tyrone and Ravi but it seems we won’t find out this night, but Tyrone versus Serena could very well steal the show next week! ~~ Mike looks at me, shocked and with his mouth opened, while I can’t do anything else but smile long and hard at the news that has just grazed my ear. I look at back Michael, still smiling. “This should be interesting, eh?” :: SCENE ENDS ::