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Narrator: So fresh off his debuting victory this past Monday night over J.J. Otis, Tyrone Kidd is now officially entering in the Owning-The-PPV tournament. Spending a good time looking very impressive in the eyes of his peers and management, the thought of ring rust is not even a factor. But this week there are some challenges that will be harder on the body. The finals of the tournament is set up and there is a six… wait five man battle royale featuring himself, Rick Palmer, Dex Legacy, MVP, and Steven Xavior. The winner of that match is the head honcho in charge of the next pay-per-view the week after. As well as that, there is a second match in the making for Tyrone. It’s The Show versus Freddy Ryder for a shot at the International title. Bad blood and more to get ahead in the company… and it’s only the second week of business. Oh well another day another dollar and he has much to spend to make it to the top. He is The Show. This is his world. Now it’s time to be entertained… LET THE SHOW BEGIN…
The scene starts in the quiet streets of Milan, Italy. There is an old gray stone building with a small but shiny silver awning. Underneath that awning, a black frame with two glass doors is surrounded by glass windows and the word “Sabbadini” above it in large gold letters. The letters look so bright that there might be a slight chance that it might very well be made of gold. The windows to the right and left of the doors display various forms of jewelry from rings and necklaces to bracelets and cufflinks. There are even diamond studded brooches shining brightly in the direct light. Inside Sabbadini, the walls are painted an emerald green and the walls have built-in display stands containing tons of different styles of jewelry. The floor has an interesting mix of wood and black marble tiles that alternate moving outward from the center of the room. The room isn’t exceptionally small but there is enough space to contain two gray marble tables standing on black iron table legs. The chairs by the table low to the ground with comfortable looking cushions covered in an emerald colored satin. At the opposite side of the entrance hang a set of emerald colored curtains each pulled to the side by a gold tassel. In that area, we see three distinctive people. One is the cameraman. He is focused as usual and not really speaking much. The second guy is the jewelry dealer. The dealer’s standing by the curtain is tall man with gray hair and tan skin, and was wearing a black Armani suit. The third person is of course… your friendly neighborhood showstopper, Tyrone Kidd. All smiles from his victory, he is dressed for success. He has on a black and white striped buttoned down shirt with a white tie with black diagonal lines all the way to the end. He also has a black pair of pants with new black boots from the local Italian shoe store. Kidd is directly across the dealer with this guy right next to him holding his black trench coat. Apparently, this is Tyrone’s translator. The three are close together looking at this beautiful set of earrings. The ones that they are looking at are these wonderful set of white and yellow gold earrings with diamonds and ruby baguettes. The dealer tells the translator a lengthy statement. After carefully listening to what the dealer had to say, he relays the message to Kidd, who looks at him puzzled. Kidd: Does this guy think I’m just some two bit gangster from the U.S.? The translator shrugs and opens his mouth to tell to the guy what Kidd said but is interrupted by the yell of his employer. Kidd: … Don’t repeat that! What the fuck is wrong with you?! You figure for how much I had to pay for you, you’d at least have a single working brain cell in that dense little holding cell you called your brain! *sigh* I could have spent my money learning this language myself. Damn!! He goes and takes a time-out to walk and gathers his thoughts. He walks back to the area and whispers to the translator. Kidd: How much is he talking about? Translator: A hundred. Kidd: Hmm… pricey. I like it. A hundred grand for these baguettes to be on put my fiancé’s ears. Hmmm… well given the fact that I will be The Man is just a week and a half… why not go crazy? I mean to become management; the first step is to look the part. Tell him it’s a deal. The translator relates the message and Kidd hands him a black card. Once the dealer takes the card and goes to process it, The Show turns his direction of the camera. Kidd: Yes, yes. I’m gonna steal a line right now. Cause big things poppin’, little things stoppin’! Here in Milan, Italy! Close to the place where I will come full circle. This Monday is the second Warzone for me, the third episode in Europe, and the last Warzone until the PPV… wait MY PPV! Yes, gentlemen like I said before my match on Monday, this tournament is signed, sealed, and delivered with my name on it. And if you think you can have a tournament like this with someone as talented as ‘The Show’, and think that I would not pull out all stops in order to make this dream a reality? Then you must be out of your damn mind! I am back to basics little boys… and old man. So come this Monday, all you have to do for me is enter the ring and one by one just waltz out of the ring. I don’t care what the order is. As long as you people go. There are only two people I see that even have a future endeavor with me in them. But I still shall address you bums one-by-one. Kidd walks to one of the marble table and grabs a seat to sign the paper from his credit card. After he puts his John Hancock onto it, he turns the chair to the cameraman and continues to rant. Kidd: Well first off we have another tag team who want to be single wrestlers. The cocky -for no reason duo of Dex Legacy and… umm… OH… Chili Palmer. Translator: It’s Rick Palmer. Kidd: Nah it’s definitely Chili. Translator: No it’s really Rick. Kidd: Oops… oh well. Guess he’s not the only one that play name games now huh? Now you two guys look like nice little McW fans. Probably watched the first coming of McW on TV as a kid, and now that you heard of them returning for a second coming and now you want to live the dream. Well that’s cute. Really it is. You two are like Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum. Almost like whenever there’s one there’s another. Very close. But that’s another topic. You see you two are like small time. You guys have small goals and small intentions. I mean you want this pay per view to weasel your way to becoming a transitional champion? To make a screwjob to become some sort of champion? Are you serious? This is a young minded duo that needs more time to develop. But on Monday, you guys will just become small fries and I make short work of you. The Show grabs the bag with the jewelry and the black card and heads out the shop to head to his driver who is await him in his black stretch limo. He tells the cameraman and the translator to come follow him and they get inside the vehicle. Kidd grabs himself some water and looks back into the camera. Kidd: Now I have two people that are very interesting to me… well one and a half. Let’s start with the lesser half. M.V.P. Who is pretty much a new Dawg with a bunch of refurbished tricks. See back in those days, you were entertaining. I mean with your little pit-bulls and dog analogies. And what was it? ‘It’s a dawg-eat-dawg world… and you’re wearing milk bone underwear.’ That was classic. I mean seriously… pretty funny stuff. Now who are you? An egotistical prick? ‘The Phenomenal One’? Is there anything that is not used already? Come on! What are you trying to be?! The world’s famous cliché?! On top of that, you’re back to being sarcastic and full of yourself but these past couple of weeks you were this all too serious no more games or joke superstar? So now you defended your TV title once and you have this whole new array of confidence? Come on now! You are not star material! And you cannot be what I already am. That title around your waist says nothing because you aren’t on my level not the other way around. Don’t believe me. Fine then, my wanna-be legend. Whenever you can find the designate place, and at the designate time I will be glad to show you how much I can kick your ass for fun. Until then… this is just business. This now just leaves us to the most interesting of the bunch, Steven Xavior. Very hard working determined wrestler. It seems like you have earns your keeps here. You even got an International title shot coming your way. So you must be something to talk about. I guess you can say my biggest obstacle. But you are just an obstacle none-the-less. You might be lucky and be a person who I might see very soon in the near future. But this Monday is not your day. Just remember this one thing. You might be Steven Xavior. Remember though it very hard to remember who you are when you haven’t done anything to me to remember you by. Except that I will be eliminating your ju-jitsu training ass. Now you can think about that. And that my friend is not a THREAT… but a PROMISE!! The limo stops at Da Vinci Hotel. The driver gets out of the car and walks to door to open it up for Kidd and his guest. Once they get out he look at the camera and finishes his statement. Kidd: This Battle Royale is a chance for you guys to step up but for me to rise above. I am The Show. It is what I do. I excel where they just fell. And this Monday is my piece of the puzzle. Get ready to open up the card being beat by me. Ha-ha. In my two week I will be beating 5 superstars. Who can say that? Not many but I will be one of them. Just remember to check your watches guys… cause come Monday… IT’S SHOWTIME!!!! As Kidd finishes his statement, Cashmere comes running up. Cashmere: Hey Kidd. Kidd: What brings you here anyway? Cashmere: Well I hope you didn’t forget about out little interview tonight? You know for the other match that you have against a couple who you know too well, Freddy and Stephanie Ryder. Kidd: Shit I forgot all about that. Damn! Ok give some time to get ready. Go enjoy some food around here. I’ll be back to give you your interview ok. Cashmere: Ok ::END OF PART 1::
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