Next Target: MWF
The scene opens up just after the end of the opening match between Tyrone Kidd and Sir Edward Xaviar. Kidd, who had a hands down victory, walks down the hallway heading towards his lockeroom with a towel over his head. On his way there, multiple stars of the McW stop and congratulate him on his up and coming status. People from Jay Gold and Doug Sliver to even Rick “Acid” Jones, a well known veteran of the game are coming up to Kidd talking about his talent in the ring and possibly the future, which brings a smirk to his face. Kidd (to himself): Look at this. Little by little, people are starting to take notice . . . are actually finding out . . . and are realizing that I am indeed what I say I am. Some people found out by becoming victims. Others see how I handle myself inside and outside the ring and understood. But there still some who still doubt my SHOW-manship, my natural talent, the fact that I am one of the best up and coming, if not the best wrestler of McW. And that will be proven soon enough. But let the McW know. Low and Behold, a legend has appeared. The name . . . “The Show” Tyrone Kidd. Soon everyone will find out. June is the official month of Kidd. And you betta believe that this is not a threat but a promise. When Kidd approaches the door to his room, he is stopped by Courtney Foxx. She is wearing a white tanktop, which is revealing as much cleavage as visually possible and black skin tight leather pants, which makes her lower body stand out more. Kidd takes one look and his eyes get wide, liking what he sees. Rubbing his hand and licking his lips, he walks toward Courtney and they embrace in a deep kiss. After they part lips, Kidd puts his arms around her waist and they look at each other’s eyes. Eventually Courtney breaks up the silence. Courtney: Hey baby, great match. I knew you would’ve kicked his ass. Kidd: Like you had any doubts? Courtney: Not really I mean a guy that wants to be called “SEX” and that has to have a manager to help him out isn’t really a man. Well since we’re on the topic, when are you gonna let me come out there with you? Huh? Kidd: Umm. . . well . . . soon enough. I’m just looking for the right time. Right now it’s all about making people recognize that I am not a bright up and comer but a top contender in every division in the McW. Courtney (disappointed): I guess. Kidd: Look. It’s gonna be soon. Don’t worry. Right now I’m on my high horse and there’s nothing or nobody that can knock me off of it. Courtney: Nothing . . .??? *smirk* Kidd: What? Do you wanna be another victim? Courtney: Only if you can handle this. Kidd smirks as they restart making out but more intense. They start moving towards and after multiple tries, they get the door open. But as soon as the door flies open, they are surprised by the cameraman, who appears to be filming as they are kissing. With their lips still locked together, they look at the cameraman with a look of disbelief as well as anger. The cameraman, with a daze look not knowing what exactly might do to him, hands Kidd a letter from Terra Evans, then runs out of the lockeroom without a second thought. Finally, Kidd breaks the kiss and takes a look at the letter. As he opens the letter, the first sentence he read makes him jumps out in shock.
Kidd *reading out loud*: As you should have known by now, we have the monthly inter-federation battle with the following federation, MWF. This month, however, we are handling the follow match in a tag team match, where two members of will represent McW when they face the tag team of Shiv and Eddie Benoit, representing MWF. Why I wrote this letter is to let you know that we have only one person for McW and because of your recent success as a new wrestler in this place I have decided that YOU will be the 2nd person. So at Implosion from Oakland, CA, it will be Eddie Benoit and Shiv vs Tyrone Kidd and his partner . . . Blitz Bomber? That’s the final decision and yes . . . You have no say in this.
Have a nice day,
Terra Evans
P.S. We are leading this battle 5-4. Do NOT make me regret putting trust in you with this match. Oh wow. So just like that I’m in a match. No question asked. Representing McW next week against the Maximum Wrestling Federation. No Problems there. The real problem is that it’s a tag team match. Which mean I have to put my trust in someone else. Someone I don’t even know. . . at all. Who is this guy, this Blitz Bomber? Courtney: You know who he is. . . the Showstopper Champion. . .? Kidd looks at her with a confused look. Courtney: That guy that wear face paint. Kidd’s still confused. Courtney: The one that called that guy a ‘cock mobster’. Kidd: OHH!!! Him. *sigh* I guess it’s not that bad. Is it? Courtney: Not really I mean he is good. And he is an undefeated champion. Kidd: Well it must be good for something. I’ll guess I’ll start to look at these MwF people then I’ll say something later. Damn I hope they’re not as desperate as S.E.X. Kidd sits down and almost like he forgot what him and Foxx was about to do, starts to think about the match. Sexually frustrated about the whole note thing, she walks up to Kidd, put his hands on her waist, and restart where they left off and the scene closes.
The scene opens up back in Tampa Florida. It’s a terrible raining day, and really nobody is outside if they can avoid it. As the camera zooms in towards Kidd’s Estates, you notice two cars there but the unusual part about is the pink ‘00 Ferrari next to Kidd’s car. As the camera moves into Kidd’s estate, it heads toward the kitchen. As the camera enters the area, you see sitting on one of his stool, watching the last of the promos for the upcoming tag team match on his flat screen T.V. Across the hallway, toward the stairs, you hear a shower running but it is unknown who exactly is in there. The tape finally ends and Kidd turns off the T.V. He has a blank look on his face as he sits there thinking. Kidd: So two people, who took off their busy schedule of wasting their excuse of a life, decide to come together to represent MWF to face us. I should feel so honored. *rolls his eyes* This is the best that this guy has to offer? You must be kidding me. I had a better competition facing my first two opponents combine that even one of these suckers. I mean c’mon now. I look at a lot of people. First, Terra and Amanda for even accepting the fact that we have someone face these two bitches. Next is whoever this MWF owner is. I mean on a serious note, what would make you think that these two can even compete as a unit, much less to face the superstars in the McW, especially the one and only SHOWSTOPPA. And finally to these two bums off the street. Yeah I’ve spent this week, gathering information on you two. HA! You guys are like having Bret Hart and Vince McMahon living together in a house and expecting them to share a toilet seat without a fight. You two are the biggest jokes that I have ever witness in my life. How dare you even try to think that you can even the series with us?! Never happen. Kidd gets out of his seat and goes to the refrigerator and gets a drink. He stay there and starts to laugh thinking about the whole concept of them working together. After he gets a can of soda, he walks toward the bathroom where someone is taking a shower. He gives a pleasant knock to see if whoever is in there is alright. The person reply with a ‘Yes.’ and from the voice you can tell the person is female. Good to hear the news, he goes to walk through his living room to look out the window. The rain is pouring down harder than usual and an assumption it might be a hurricane comes through Kidd’s mind Kidd: Let’s evaluate these so called ‘competitors’. First we have this guy Eddie Benoit who happen to have some kind of weird addiction to pitbulls. He claim that I sling rock off of a corner to make a living. Says that I’m just a kid, someone of no importance basically. Talks about how vicious he is and how he’s just like his pitbulls. He shakes his head. Eddie. Poor Eddie. Out of curiosity, do you really think that having a million pitbulls, ripping the skin off of rats, scaring cameraman, and fighting a match THAT YOU DIDN’T EVEN WIN makes you . . . vicious. Well I do notice one thing, you are like your pitbulls. A certain one in particular. You, my friend, remind me of Eve. Because you are nothing more than pitbull in a skirt to me. A bitch. You talk so much for a person who is scared to leave his place unless he has a show to attend to. Just the fact that you don’t leave your area is sad enough. But anyway, all this underestimating is gonna stop. Cause if you think your excuse of having a Buried Alive match can help you when you walk into the ring next Sunday, trust me . . . it won’t. If your focusing all your attention onto Blitz Bomber and not as much if any towards me . . . your sadly mistaken. If you even think that you are going to have a victory over us. . . Uh Uh. All this talking you have done and all you retarded actions you have shown has shown me one thing. You can’t be a pure pitbull. Nah. Never. A pitbull would never let others do his dirty work. A pitbull would be out roaming about, claiming as much territory as possible. . . not sitting in the house, barely potty trained, shitting up the whole house. And most importantly, a pitbull goes into the match fighting 100%, not making pre-match excuses like this chump is. You must be mixed and I know with what . . . You must be part Shitzu. I’m telling you. Cause with all the BULLSHIT you have been talking, it not a coincidence otherwise. You show no respect toward me, Blitz, or McW for that matter and that shall be your downfall. And that is not a threat BUT A PROMISE. After he is finished looking out of the window he turns around and go towards the stairs. He goes up a couple of stairs and then turns around and sits on one of the stairs. Kidd: And on the other hand, we have the pompous, little ass kisser named Shiv. The President’s right hand man so to say. He calls himself a legend but yet he needs other to help him out. Chances are you probably begged Walker to give you a partner because you were scared to come onto McW property and face any one of us. Tsk Tsk Tsk. I mean look at yourself, holding titles in federations that are probably obsolete, kissing ass instead of kicking it, and I noticed one thing is particular from the last time you talked. You talked about Blitz for the whole time and seems to forget about his partner. Hell, you both did. It’s surprising about how you forgot about the X-Factor. He looks into the camera. Listen to reason. NO ONE CARES ABOUT BLITZ BOMBER!! I mean he is my partner and everything but no one really does. NO ONE CARES ABOUT THE FEUD YOU TWO LOSERS HAVE!! I mean you two can’t get past each other much less work together. Probably spent your whole MWF career fighting each other. THE ONLY THING PEOPLE CARE ABOUT IS TYRONE KIDD. They care about whether or not The Show’s going to be a partner to help out the McW in it’s constant battles. They wonder if The Show can make a impact inside and out of the McW. They wonder if The Show can walk the walk as much as he talks the talk. Well come Sunday, The Show along with face painted, foul mouth Bomber with show you two that you don’t have to wonder. Nope. You don’t have to UNDERstand us. You know why? Because we, my friend, OVERstand you. Come Implosion I will not fail . . . Blitz, he will not fail. McW will not fail as we become victorious once again. This shall be a busy week that will end up with us #1. So until Sunday night catch up on your rest boys and . . . Beware . . . Beware of the Lights . . . Beware of the Camera . . . And Beware of the Actions of The Show . . . Fools!! As soon as Kidd finishes talking the shower stops. After a couple minutes, the door finally opens and the one and only Courtney Foxx walks out with nothing on but a towel. Kidd takes a long glance at her and eventually points up to the his room. She walks up the stairs and give Kidd as devilish smile. Kidd takes a look at the camera and winks as he get up from the stairs and walks up to his room. The scene fades to black. |