I Thought I Told You... / I'm A Star!

‘The Show must go on!’ Ain’t that the truth?! As weird and calculating as Iscariot was, Tyrone Kidd was still able to stay one step ahead and prevail over yet another challenger. And with this victory, this gives The Show at least another week to hold on rights to not only brag about not being pinned or submitted but about being the top of the ‘new breed’ of the UWF. But with such joy… come trouble in one way or another. The first thing that happened is the face to face confrontation with his good pal Ravi Moon. Boy that went nowhere fast! Whatever is going through the head of Tyrone Kidd is affecting his tag team partner in a bad way. But the question everyone wants to know what is the meaning of this? And is there going to be a resolution between the two soon? But that mess is going to have to take a major backseat this week. Because at the Gold Rush edition of Adrenaline, Tyrone has a great opportunity to earn his first single championship… the UWF Intercontinental Title. That’s the good news. The bad news? In order to become the champ, he has to knock off someone who some say he’s had an eye out for since day one…, Serena. This is, without a shadow of a doubt, Tyrone’s biggest challenge. The girl that he welcomed to the federation with open arms is now the only thing that stand in between him and championship status. On top of that, she isn’t a pushover by any means. She has the staying power and will not hesitate to show it. Two people. One friendship. Over one title. What’s going to happen when the true battle of the face of the new breed happens on Tuesday? … LET THE SHOW BEGIN! "I wanna be the best… I wanna be the best simple and plain… That’s why I play the game… And to be the best you have to win… And that’s what drives me…" It’s the sound of Kobe Bryant in an interview. The introduction to the song dedicate to him by hip hop artist, Lil’ Wayne. That’s what playing on my I-pod as I am spending yet another day in my office at the talent agency. A couple days after I defeated yet another superstar ahead of me, you would think that I would be riding my high horse or celebrating in some kind of way… Not this time though… Wish I could… But all I’m thinking about is what’s ahead of me and who I have to tackle next… So here I am wearing my favorite smoky gray suit with black shoes while I’m sitting in my comfy chair. I am sitting there with my head down and music blaring from my headphones, mentally preparing myself for the Gold Rush. And there is no better way to do it than by spend the morning listening to another player’s hustle. Kobe Bryant. He is hands down the hardest working player in the NBA. He is the epitome of what every athlete wants to be. Starting out straight from high school, the guy didn’t even start on the team. He actually spent time way under the radar. But that was his motivation and the drive to be better. He worked day in and day out, with the ultimate goal of being the best in the game. And in the last decade, he has proved his worth by winning four championships with the Los Angeles Lakers, being the Finals MVP, and participating for the USA Olympic team. It’s an inspiration story, if you think about it. It’s one that I want to go through as well. Start from the bottom and make a strong showing to the top. But every stage has its one or two bumps in the road and mine is no different. It just so happens that the name of this particular speed bump is… Serena. *SIGH* Now throughout this whole thought process, I guess my head must be up in the clouds because I didn’t notice my secretary, Terri, making her way into my office. As she walks closer up to my desk, she can hear the bass and treble of the song I was listening to coming from my ears. Once she got near enough to the desk, I felt a nudge to my shoulder. It was a soft touch, probably cause she was hoping that she didn’t get chewed out for interrupting me. “You ok, Deej?” I lift my head up from under the desk, with the imprint from the edge of the table still on my forehead as I look at directly in the face of my head assistant. I guess she could read the pure focused look that is covered all over my face as I pull the headphone out of my ears. “Huh?” “I said, are you ok?” Now normally, I am able to lie without a moment’s notice. I mean I can lie with the best of them. But this time… I couldn’t think of a lie (well a good one) to tell her. So the only word that I’m able to say about it was… “No.” I shake my head as I sit there with this perplex look on my face. Terri walks up behind and pats me on my back. “Serena, huh? This match is really getting to you.” Can’t you tell? “It’s just that I need that title. I need this opportunity. It’s what I’ve been waiting four months for. Four months of match after match. Through all the competitors and all the people who thought that they could work harder than me.” “What about Manifest Destiny?” Gotta ruin the fuckin’ mood, don’t you? “But I don’t know, Strauss. I don’t really want to face Serena for it.” I look at Terri, who is looking back with this look. Like she understands what I’m saying but she’s confused as well. “Since when did Tyrone Kidd grow a conscience about the people that he faced?” “Guess there’s a first time for everything, huh?” I don’t think she liked that answer. “Look. You want that title, right?” “Of course I do.” “Then you’re going to have to push your feelings to the side for one more night. You’ve been able to do it all this time so far… and you need to step up double time to do it again.” I put my elbows on the table and rest my head on the palms of my hands. “Put it like this… Do you think she’s going to share the same sympathy when she’s in the ring?” Well… when you put it that way… “She’s gonna do everything in her power to keep that title. Cause that’s what SHE does. And it’s up to you to do whatever it takes to beat her for it. Cause that’s what YOU do.” I nod in agreement. Even though I would rather have it done some other way, it has to be done. One way or another. “Now you do remember that you have a special interview later on with Adam Stubblefield in a couple hours?” Damn! They’ve been pulling out the big guns ever since I came back. I guess I’m the topic on everyone’s mind… Fuckin’ Drama! “Yeah I remember it. I think I’ma go head there now and go stop at Mickey D’s and get some food.” She looks at me with that look. You know what look I’m talking about. The look where you're thinking, 'I can’t believe he said that!' “Really, Deej?” By the way Deej is my nickname, if you guys were wondering. I would tell you what it means… but I’d have to kill you. “Yeah! I’m yearning for a McDouble right now. Maybe two.” I laugh it up as she shakes her head at me. I go grab my jacket from the back of my seat and head out the front door of my office and straight to the elevator. To McDonald’s… and beyond. ***** Well here I am, hours later at this local studio somewhere in Hollywood. I think that McDonald’s actually did me some good. It gave me the time to settle down and actually think about what’s going on and what I have to do. Who knew eating some fast food burgers and fries can elevate your whole mood. Maybe I should do this more often when something is bothering me. So after the formalities and all that is out of the way, Adam and I are ready to start our discussion. I take a couple last breaths to get all this pre-game jitters out. Damn! I’ve never been this nervous about anything is I propose to the future Mrs. I wonder why. *Sigh* I wish I knew. … But then another thought came to my head. If I’m going to address my UWF public as well as my opponents, I have to make sure that I do this right. Do I really need someone to ask me questions? I mean I already know what I want to say. Plus, my adoring public would rather have it if I’m straight shooting than boring them with back and forth conversation. So instead I pull Adam to the side and explain to him what I want to do. “Hmm… are you sure that’s what you want to do?” “Yeah. Why not? They say you only can live for the moment. What’s the worst that can happen?” “Alright. So what I’ll just do is introduce you and let you do your thing. I nod in agreement. “Ok then. And by the way, good luck to you in your match. You have what it takes to bring it back. You just have to show them why you’re the number one contender.” Wow! Is everyone in the mood to give me advice?! I slowly nod to him again as the UWF crew put the finishing touches to all the equipment and Adam before giving him the sign to start. I decided to take off my glasses as well as my jacket and step out the picture until it’s the right time. “Adam Stubblefield here. Originally, I was supposed to be running another exclusive interview with one of the wrestlers challenging for the title next Tuesday at Gold Rush Adrenaline but per his personal request, I have been told to just step out of the way and leave it up to him. So Tyrone Kidd, the floor is all yours. ” The camera moves over to me sitting on one of those wooden director chairs. I don’t know what exactly it is but whenever the camera is pointed in my way, I feel at home. “Next Tuesday. Some say that this is the biggest day of my short career in the UWF. Some say that this is the toughest task that I’ve had up to date. Some people say that this is going to define where Tyrone Kidd stands within the roster.” I nod my head. “And you know what. They’re all right. Because Serena… you deserve all the credit in the world.” I give her a decent round of applause. I’m not in the mood to stand up… yet. “You have moved mountains, parted seas, and made miracles in your tenure at UWF. And look what you accomplished. Television Champion. The longest one ever since it was made not so long ago… and now Intercontinental Champion. You are now a force to be reckoned with and I can say you are pretty much THE stunner on the rise.” I take a swig of water to gather my thoughts together. “To many people on the roster and to many fans watching at home, this would be a shocking revelation to them. I mean who would have thought that she would have made such a dent… such an impact. Who would have thought that she would be where she’s at this very moment in the UWF? But you see, while you guys are all in shocked and awe about her rise. There is someone who is not surprise in the least bit…, ME.” I point to myself. “Hey you, camera guy! Zoom in.” He obliged as I take a look at the TV behind him with my handsome mug on it. He begins to zoom in little by little. When he gets to the point where it’s just my face and my shirt, I put my hand up to stop him. I clasp my hands together then I look at the camera again. “See once upon a time, not so long ago, there was this girl. She just had her first couple of matches and she made easy work out of her competition. I mean easy. With her stunning good look and her great talent, she proved that she had what it take to make a name for herself in this new world. She had everything that she needed… except for one thing in particular… a direction. You see, you can have the best set of acquired skill that anyone has ever seen, but with no direction, you no better than that Joe Smhoe that didn’t last the first couple of weeks. So here she is, gathering wins under her belt but in the meantime, she is also stretching her hand out looking for something…” I lift a shit eating grin from my face as I take another couple of swallows from my water bottle. “Then there is me, Tyrone Kidd. Fresh off the formation of, what some would say were the three potential stars of the future together in a group. Manifest Destiny. We had ourselves set up to become one of the most dominate force to enter the UWF. Three guys ready to do whatever it took to become legends. But… if you are ever a fan of Tyrone Kidd, you would always know that my mind is always ticking. It’s always looking for ways to take a great thing… and make it better. So I’m scoping around and I see this girl with tremendous potential looking for something or someone to make her something better. Something that wouldn’t just make her just another statistic.” I stretch my hand out to the screen. “So I stretched out my hand. I gave her the chance to do something. The chance to make her something great. The chance to not let her drown out to the places where I’ve seen so many wrestlers end up. I talked to my cohorts and they agreed. All that was left… was the right time.” I drop my head down until I was looking at the floor. I shake my head a couple times and look back up. “But the right time never came. One by one, things were going out of wack. One by one, we were dealing with small problems that made us stray away from what we were doing. And in the end… we missed out on a great opportunity.” *HMPH!* I shake my head some more as I just think about what happened during those time. It’s kinda sad actually. “Now I know that the people are wondering to themselves, ‘What is the whole meaning behind this story?’ which is a justified question. And the answer to that simply is this... there is nobody NOBODY who knows Serena more than me in the UWF. There is nobody NOBODY that understands Serena more than me in the UWF. And the most important thing is that there is nobody… and The Show means NOBODY that I would rather face for that Intercontinental Title more than her. Because I wouldn’t want it any other way.” I make my way out of my chair as the camera start the pan out to where it was originally. “You see Serena. You and me know that we’re almost cut from the same cloth. We both took different road but we both have the same mentality. So you know what that means? That all your diva-ness… all your glitz and glamour and stuck up attitude means absolutely NOTHING to me. Maybe to all these other wrestlers and people all around the world, you intimidate them with your swagger and your demeanor. But at the end of the day, when you take away the bright lights, the paparazzi, and all the material things in your life… to me you’re always going to be that girl that I met with her hand out.” I let out a chuckle. “And that’s going to be what will ultimately lead to your defeat. Because the main difference at the end of the day is that no matter what you take away from me. You can take away this talent agency. You can take away the fiancé, the kids, all this high life, and my entire wrestling career. But you know what? It won’t do a thing to me. And do you want to know why, baby girl? Cause at the end of day, no matter if I’m at the top of the world or at the lowest level I can get… I will ALWAYS be THE SHOW, THE WHOLE SHOW, and nothing but THE SHOW….” I give a cold hearted stare into the lens of the camera. “SO HELP ME GOD!!!” I straighten my tie and lift a clever smirk from my face. “I’ll see you at the Gold Rush…, Stunner.” :: SCENE ENDS ::