The scene opens up hours after the promo that Kidd has just done. It’s about 10pm EST and the twosome are getting ready to go out to a club to relax and have fun. Starr is in the bathroom, taking a shower, getting ready for tonight’s activity. In the bedroom, Kidd is sitting on the bed, staring at the wall, thinking about the match he has to get ready for on Monday Night. He is wearing a pair of black baggy pants with no top and a pair of red tinted Gucci sunglasses. His red Enyce shirt, vanilla colored wifebeater and black Kangol hat are on the other side of the bed just itching to be put on. He sits there, stuck in trance, until the music from Kidd’s cell phone goes off. He shakes off the trance for a moment and is able to pick up the phone on the third ring. Kidd: Yo. Page: Hey hun. It’s me Page Harris. Kidd: Oh hey. . . How are you doing now a days. Page: I’m fine but you wouldn’t know. I mean ever since you got back with ‘her’, you forgot to even keep in touch. Kidd: . . . Page: What do you got to say? Kidd: . . . umm. Sorry? Page:*sigh* Your always so difficult. Anyway I called to tell you that your opponent, Stan Storm, recently sent a promo to the headquarters and I thought you want to see it. That is if you not busy otherwise. Kidd: *rolls his eyes* No it’s ok. Let me see it. Page: I’m sending it to you by email. Later.
Kidd hangs up the phone, gets off the bed, kneels on the floor in search of his personal laptop. After taking a couple minutes of looking for it, he finally finds in right under his bed. He pulls it out and connect the pull to the phone jack. After connecting to the internet, he checks his email and like she said, the promo is there to see. Kidd downloads the clip and watches what Stan Storm has to say this time.
Throughout the whole entire clip, Kidd is seen laughing at little parts. At the end of the whole promo, Kidd smiles and puts his laptop down and goes into his dresser to look for his attachable camcorder. After careful searching, Kidd finally finds the camcorder, connect it to the laptop and places it on top of the dresser, which is about eye level when he is sitting down. The shower turns off as he sits down and presses the record button. Kidd: Ha. Ha. Ha. Just when I thought you couldn’t get any cuter you come with some more elementary jokes. Talking about my hair. Making conversation with a pretty little trailer trash. But I guess that there is a reason why you thought that she was a pretty gal as well as everything esle that you said this time. I mean is the fact that you haven’t showered all week and that you insanely smell like alcohol and marijuana, that would basically explain why there was only THREE PEOPLE in the tavern where you we at. I mean you must’ve been wasted off your ass to really think that the girl you were actually talking to actually was a decent thing. Let the record show that the only fine redhead girl that you will EVER see in the one in the bathroom as we speak. What shocks me beyond belief though is that your married? To what. Your beers? Your Crew? Or your diminish wrestling skill? For you to really have me believe that you actually are able to pick up a girl has change my input on life itself. I guess there IS chance for every skinny ass, ribs seeing, mullet wearing, nineteen seventy, old aged hippy to pick up anything with a pair of knockers. And maybe there is a chance for you to pull a victory of me. Maybe I shouldn’t be so confident and realize the fact that should have the experience to know what you are dealing with. But then again. You haven’t faced a person like me. Maybe you have faced someone who talks and walks like me. Or maybe you faced someone who you ASSUME that is just like me. But once again in reality, you have not. You just have to roll your eight ball and hope for the best. But while we on the topic of you. Let’s get into this one that you have taken your time out and made. First thing first, my hair, the picture that you seen. I admit, yes that was pretty stupid to change my hair color but that is an old picture. I have recently change my color so you can stop trying to make little kid jokes about the stupid little thing. Because the only difference between that old picture and you is that . . . I actually have a beautiful looking girl beside me and don’t need to rely on PALM-ala HAND-erson to handle my . . . little problems. Now do I? Second thing, you ask why am I so ‘stupid’ to go after the baddest stable in the GWA. Because if you haven’t noticed, it isn’t that bad anymore. I mean look at it. The Everlasting Cockmobster is out of the scene. It seems he has disappeared into the far depths of the sunset and has never returned. Kinda sad to hear that though. I kinda miss the little face painted guy thinking he was the one man army. Would’ve have a couple of jokes on the asshole if he tried to say anything. Then there’s Felix Hernandez. Seems like that guys is also no where in sight. I guess, in cheap puns, you can say he’s taking a ‘catnap’. If that being said there’s not that many left. Just you, Alcohol and Grinder. That’s just three. Well . . . two. Whenever Al can be sober enough just to wrestler then it’ll be three but knowing him he’ll just stumble down the ramp. And Grinder is just a cheap shot artist. Nothing worth talking about. When me and him are face to face, let’s just see who will brawl above all. Kidd turns around and puts on his wifebeater. The sound of the hairdryer is heard coming from the bathroom and Kidd notices that his time is getting limited. Which now leaves you. Now I guess you think you’re a made wrestler here. Giving me quite a resume. But then again for a veteran, you really suck here. A FORMER number one contender huh? Wow I guess your doing big things. You must be SO proud of becoming that huh? But I wonder did you get that title shot? That’s just curiosity cause if not. . . then I guess that doesn’t mean shit. What I see now is that you are number two contender for the US title. Another title you haven’t gotten the chance to wrestler for. A future hall of famer, huh? You make me laugh with the sloppy way you talk to me. Understand, that you aren’t facing Dawg. And even though you are refereeing his match . . . You aren’t facing Tadashii. You are facing, “The Show” Tyrone Kidd. So be a good old man and refrain yourself from wasting my time mentioning those little second rate stars. I mean if you actually look at what you did, you spent what like 2, 3 minutes at most talking about the match you have. Again, you are just underestimating. Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. But you keep on doing that, Storm. Cause Chaos you will be surprised when you find out that I am indeed no newbie. And on top of that . . . when you Take 5 for the team. Come Monday Night, my brother, you will be shown that the time you wasted talking about who is the Storm will be the time that I will use to whoop your scrawny little ass all around The Key Arena. And that is not a threat. . . BUT A PROMISE!! The door opens up and out comes Starr is site of beauty. She is wearing a tight black dress with five inch heels and a gold chain with diamonds on her neck. On her ears, are gold hoop earrings and her hair has perfect curls going down to her shoulders. She sees what Kidd is doing and look at him, partially upset. Starr: What are you doin’? Kidd: Don’t worry, beautiful. Just wrapping this thing up. Starr: Is this for the match you have with Stan Storm? Kidd: Yeah. But he likes to be called ‘Sweetness’. They both laughs as she continues. Starr: Well you mind if I finish this off. Kidd: Nah have fun. Kidd moves to the other side of the bed to finish get ready as he is replaced by the beautiful Starr on the camera.
Starr: Basically Storm, Monday Night is going to be a great night. Understand that Tyrone is not assuming this is going to be a easy win to put in the books. My man is getting ready to test the limit of the Wreckin’ Crew and you as well. So be prepared for a long night, Storm. Because he is. And so am I. So at Chaos, all you have to do really just beware.
BEWARE OF THE LIGHTS, . . .
BEWARE OF THE CAMERA, . . .
AND DEFINITELY BEWARE OF THE ACTIONS OF “THE SHOW” AND STARR. . . Kidd steps into the camera and puts his head next to Starr, Kangol hat on his head. Kidd: . . . Fool!!! Kidd stops the camera and sets it up as a file before sending it back to Page Harris. After all that is done, they do one last check to makes sure they look good and then leave for the party. ::FADE TO BLACK:: |
