No Respect
Narrator: Jacobs Field. Hmm I thought that was a baseball stadium? Oh well. This Monday Chaos will be brought to you in the glorious Jacobs Field in Cleveland, Ohio. After the unpredictable ending to the tag team match up at the last Chaos, A confused Kidd has to be put into a match with some guy he doesn’t even know. But has seen in action. Tadaishi Kaiou. A very talented individual that lacks in the height department. What’s even weirder is the fact that the ‘triumph three’ were to busy fighting amongst themselves to actually put Kidd in a match that matters. Well anyway, beyond the confusion, he still has this match and he will take it as serious as he can.
The scene opens up inside a local hotel inside Cleveland, Ohio. Guessing about the Fifth Floor, you see the elevator at the end of the hallway open up and Page Harris steps through with a cameraman right behind him. Dressed in a sexy pink outfit with matching heels, Page walks while at the same time, fixing herself. When she gets to the seventh door, she knock on the door lightly to not cause a scene. After a couple of attempts, the door finally opens and out of the door comes a sleepy, groggy Kidd. Wearing only a red and black robe, Page starts staring him up and down and licks her lips. Ignoring the way she is undressing him with her eyes, Kidd asks her to come in and they follow. As Kidd turns around you can see that the back of the robe says ‘The Show’ in gold lettering. As he walks to a heart shaped bed, Page gets the camera ready. Like he has a sixth sense he begins to talk. Kidd: I have a question to ask you, Page. Page: Yes. Yes. Whatever it is. YES! Kidd: Umm I didn’t ask the question yet. Page’s cheeks start to blush a bright red as she silently listens. Kidd: What did you think about the outcome of my match last week? Page*disappointed*: Your . . . .match? Kidd: Yes my match. Page: Well . . . it was good match. Kidd: Was it? Page: Yeah. Everyone gave it their all. . . Kidd: But. . . Page: But there was no winner. All of a sudden everyone decided to jump in for some weird reason. Kidd: Exactly. The match was going as planned but it seems that the three bosses can’t seem to put their individual Egos aside. Instead the Drunken Ass and the Coffee Grind decide to crash the party and ruin the match. I don’t know why. I don’t know what their intentions are but they did. So it has left me in awe this whole week. Without anything left to say. I mean look at this. The match is ruin and Andy and Bish is going to have a slumber party next Chaos. Meanwhile, that same match did absolutely nothing for me and Acid. Acid didn’t show shit to me cause he wrestled like Rupaul trying to put on a tight pants. And more importantly, I had that match won. Andrew Bishop was down for the count and look joins the party. Tadaishi. Now the question I was for you is why? Why did you come out to interrupt my match? Why did you cost me my victory? Why do you waste your time getting into battles that you obvious have no chance at? And why do you underestimate Tyrone Kidd? Hmm. . . I mean you don’ t see me underestimate you, do I? I mean I speak the truth. Now all that looking in the future is gonna get you big mouth in trouble. I mean I understand that you have problems looking ahead to the task that is in front of you. I have read your history. I mean I’ve seen how you had problems with reading and paying attention. It’s okay. I mean when you have A.D.D. and a lazy eye to add on to your little down syndrome problem, I would have as much problems as you. You used to call yourself the American Dream. You use to travel all around, having Michru driving you around of course. You use to make me have the decency to give you a little bit of respect. But then you pull this crap. Maybe you should have Michru teach you in the manner department. Or maybe have her help you study your homework on me. Or maybe you should loosen up to the music of your long lost nephew, William Hung. You two can go BANG your day away. Maybe that will crack a smile on your face. If not, oh well you can’t say I didn’t try. Because when Monday comes my little warrior, you won’t be smiling. Frowning but not smiling. Pissed off. But still not smiling. Beaten down. But YET NOT SMILING. You know why? *smirks* Because Monday Night will be me giving you back what you deserved. You cost me my victory over the bitchy duo. So I’m gonna return the favor. I’m going to beat the very pissed out of you so whoever want a piece of you next can cost you your victory or even better . . . .you life. Kidd stops and walks to the mirror to take a quick glance in the mirror. He smiles when he get a good look of who is in the other side of the mirror. . . .himself. He looks at Page and continues. I don’t like you for this very reason. You have on two occasions disrespected me. It’s sad though. You don’t give me any credit for anything. I mean your sister has been paying more attention to me than you have, which I wonder why? You say that you haven’t heard of me. Ok. I have heard of you. You were ONCE a world champion. You were a good wrestler. WERE is the key term. You are nothing now. A mouse being chased around by a CAT that’s stalking you. You have proven nothing to me at all. Yet, you think you’re better than me. HA! So much talk for such a little guy. Well I tell you what. You complain that you are disappointed in facing me? You ask why I am stuck facing Tyrone Kidd? Well Monday I plan not to disappoint. The fans will get a good match but not cause of you being in it. NO, NO. It will because it is the match that Kidd starts to direct his foot inside your caracas and make a Christmas ornament out of you. I shall be fore to bring you back to the rising sun and storm off into some crap dungeon. I will. . . you know what. I can say all these cliques and all but the fact of the matter is that Come Chaos. . . I WILL KICK YOUR ASS!! And then will I get not only your full attention. But some respect too. So come Monday . . . . Check your watch. . . . ‘CAUSE IT SHOWTIME!! Page: But wait. I didn’t even ask a question yet? Kidd: Well I do have some spare time if you want a “private session”. And with that said, Page starts to direct the cameraman out the door and into the hallway. Once outside, the cameraman tries to go back in but is introduced with the door slamming shut on his face. He starts to walk to the elevator and the scene closes. ::SCENE ENDS:: |