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The scene opens up in the dressing room for reserved guests and new talent. It’s an empty room as of the moment but there are clothes from the all the new wrestlers that were brought in this current and past week. The United Kingdom was very generous with the treatment of the International wrestlers and the entertainment they put on in the arena tonight. The door pops open and in walks this one man in particular. Standing six feet and four inches, and dressed in the same brown khakis with the now fully open white long sleeved shirt, alligator shoes, and dark sunglasses he proceeds to step into the room and takes a seat onto the couch at the far end of the room next to the television set showing the rest of the program. Who is this superstar in particular…. Let’s take a trip back into memory lane…
Five years ago, MCW’s self proclaimed rookie of the year burst on the scene with a shock to the company. With a clever wit, smooth charm, and brash points, this ever so confident rookie almost demanded respect and the attention from everyone on the roster… and eventually got it. Pushing management’s door and stepping on wrestler’s toes, this man…. is Tyrone Kidd.
As he makes himself comfortable on the couch, he takes off his sunglasses and you can get a better glimpse of him. First off his brown eyes that are his typical trademark….aren’t really brown. They are now more hazel, obviously because of the contacts to give him that mysterious look upon him. His eyes are still puffy and damp from the semi-emotional welcome back speech yet he is getting back to normal. He still has the same hair-do ...Caesar still haircut but now there is a part in the shape of a moon made into the middle of the hair. As for the facial hair, he has grown in a nice little soul patch sheared very nicely to the t.
As Kidd is sitting there, eyes glued as he is watching the rest of the show, one of his friends, Miles, knocks and eventually opens the door. Miles: Hey what’s up man? Kidd: Hey… Miles: So… some night huh? *points at the eyes* Kidd: Well… this is one hell of a place to make a return. I figured if I were to make a return in would at least be the in states or something. Oh well another day another dollar. Back to the business world I guess. And fans in anyway can always appreciate someone of my caliber, can’t they. Miles: So how’s the misses taking the situation?
Kidd then starts to go into the story of where he has been in the last five years. Since his early retirement years before, Kidd took the time off and more or less became a family man. He and his manager/fiancé went back to his home in Tampa, Florida as they both went back to their part time jobs. For Starr, that meant going back into the modeling agency and for Tyrone, he took part in a little bit of agency work for himself. But instead of modeling, he is the head of his own agency attracting models, current and up and coming stars. Currently doing well in his branch called Five Star Talent Agency in Los Angeles, he has been able to also bring up two beautiful children, Demarcus Terry, 5 and Christina Simone Thompson, 3. The problems started though went Tyrone re-developed an itch to get back into the professional game. At first, Starr was able to convince him to not jump back into the wrestling business. But, the more she kept telling him not to, the more he had the desire to do so. Finally, to the chagrin of his counterpart, Kidd made the conscious decision to start training and coming back to wrestling, more so to Maximum Championship Wrestling. They arrived to a deal that She will still accompany him to ring, but only on the date of the show and no other time else.
As he wraps up the story the scene fades as Kidd gets up from the couch and him as his friend head out of the arena to go for a drink or two….or more.
The scene opens up in London, England. The Hilton in Canary Wharf to be exact. The camera crew walks into the hotel and takes a look around the reception area. The first thing that they notice is the wonderful marble floor in the lobby. The mix of white and brown colors swirl across the area as it heads towards the check-in desk. The deep mahogany color is very notable as stands out more mixed in with the brightly lit chandelier hanging right above it. The crew walks up to the receptionist and she informs them what room the superstar is in. As the crew heads up the elevator, the receptionist gets on the phone and dials a number to let Kidd know they are coming. Once the camera crew gets to the right floor, they get off of the elevator and walk down the aisle. Covered with red and gold carpet and matching wallpaper, they reach of the floor to a door that is creaked open. Assuming that it is Kidd’s room, they open up the suite and look around.
The suite has a combination of a bedroom/living room. Covered in a smoky gray carpet, the crew walks into a nice looking place with a smooth brown couch with white and brown pillows on the ends of each side. Next to the couch is a glass table decorated with a matching vase with red roses inside. Behind the couch is a small wooden wall design in a way with both vertical and horizontal cuts in the board. On the other side of the wall is the bedroom. The king side bed is made with brown colored 500 thread sheets and white comfortable pillow as well as a matching light brown wooden headboard. Across from the bed in the corner is a carefully carved closet. Looking like something out of a well done portrait, the curves and twist design onto the wooden object makes it look almost too beautiful to actually use. The same design is made for the dresser as well as various object around the room, including the massive 50 inch television screen planted on top of the dresser, which makes this room look definitely five star quality… but there is a small problem.
Taking a long look around the room, there is but one thing missing… the guest of honor himself Tyrone Kidd. With a dumbfounded look upon their faces, they proceed to look inside and outside of the hotel suite. The camera guy goes back into the room and takes a more careful look around. As he walks into the bedroom, he looks to the left and notices that the bathroom door is shut. Also another thing is that the light is definitely on and a shadow of rather distinctive size 13 feet from under the door. The camera guy hints to the rest to the crew that he has found him and they head to the bedroom. Once the crew is all there the camera guy takes the risk and knocks on the bathroom door. Kidd: Come in. Upon hearing the request of Kidd, the group looks amongst each other in disgust just thinking about following through. Unfortunately, by the idea that there was no humor afterwards to put them at ease they open the door and head into the bathroom. Not to be undone by the rest of the place, the bathroom is very well done. Practically covered in a blend of black and white marble from the tile to the rest of the amenities, the excess of the light almost makes the room shine bright like the sun. Main word almost. Because amongst all the beauty and wonder of this bathroom is your friendly-neighborhood showstopper …sitting on the toilet ….arm placed elbows bent on the top part of his leg …doing what any normal person would be doing in that type of situation… taking a dump. Pretty much baffled at this point, the crew is just standing there looking face to face at The Show. Breaking the silence, Tyrone takes his time and speaks. Kidd: What? Have you never seen somebody take a shit before?! Come in. Slowly but surely they make their way inside trying to ignore the smell from the bowels of …well of the bowels. They set up the equipment to the best they can and Tyrone continues to talk …from the seat of the toilet. Kidd: Look I’m still rusty. It’s been four years since I have had to deal with you guys. I was about to head to the bathroom to perform my daily duties and I get the phone call saying that they have arrived. Now being me who‘s gonna shy away from the public? Kidd deliver is patented trademark grin into the camera for a brief second then goes back to business. Kidd: So it seems like my prayers have been answered in the case of your boy being put into the Own The PPV tournament. Giving the opportunity to once again be the same individual that can light up these shows is almost like a second shot at life. And once again doing it in MCW? It’s almost too good to be true. Now I know management can’t be too happy about this, mainly cause they’re too busy fighting over who’s wang is bigger at the moment so it understandable. But once they’re done with their little sword fight, I bet they will back around in time to notice my impact in the federation. No biggie. Now in this second coming, there are more people who are here that I recognize. So before I go any further let me acknowledge everybody that I know. Excuse me one moment. Kidd moves his face from the camera screen and proceed to do his natural duty. Amidst the grunts and other noises you can literally hear the plopping sound dropping on the water. The crew is obvious not happy with this seen by the emotions on their face. Kidd takes a timeout and look over to them. Kidd: What are you guys sitting there bitching about? My shit smells like roses, thank you very much. The crew proceeds to roll their eyes after that comment. Kidd: Fine you don’t like it then wait outside then. Without second thought the crew moves their stuff and leaves the bathroom in a hurry. Almost offended, Kidd ignores the group and goes back to finishing. A couple minutes later, you finally hear the sound of the toilet flush followed by the water from the since flowing heavily from the faucet and making contact. The door flings open and Kidd finally steps out of the room. He grabs an air freshener and sprays the room behind him before he closes the door and puts the can down. Wearing a pair of faded gray sweatpants and a plain red shirt, Tyrone heads to the edge of the bed and turns on the television. While he’s looking for a channel, the crew sets up their stuff once again. Kidd: So since that was too graphic for your eyes, let me explain what I was going to say. Just like taking a doo doo, you have your different type of shit. The big shits, the little shits, and your pebble shits. Each one has a different meaning in my return to McW and they all will be handled in their own way sure enough. The crew now is looking at The Show with a puzzled look on their face, almost questioning that very statement. Kidd, noticing this look, rolls his eyes and starts to explain his philosophy. Kidd: Well let’s start at the top and work our way down. First we have the big shit, and who would’ve guessed it, it happens to be good ol’ Ricky Rick ‘Acid’ Jones. Now for those who haven’t been around all these times, I shall give you a brief history lesson. During the first turn into McW, I was a nice bright up and comer molded for greatness. Now back then you had your king of the mountain and then I wasn’t up to that level but I have up enough to raise eyebrows… especially to one Mr. Jones. I guess back then I was a threat because he took it upon himself to try and stick a fork in my destiny. Through various attacks, rivalries, hell, we even teamed up one time …and only once. Rick has been a thorn in my side and a speed bump in my way for many of moons. You, my friend, are the prime definition of a big shit. You are a long, stressed out, sometimes painful, never pleasant, fowl smelling piece of crap that is a joy to the world once I let it out. Though I’m still in the process of putting you away for good, at this moment I’m just trying to wipe my ass of you and deal with it another day. You time is coming, but it isn’t today, or this week or month even. Keep your eyes peeled. Kidd gets up from the bed and goes to the living room. Kidd goes behind the tall wooden bar and grabs a highball glass, and then places it on the glass table and then leaves again. Kidd goes back to the bar and turns left and opens one of the cabinets on the bottom half of that side. Inside it is a small wide black colored refrigerator. He extends his hand in and pulls out a bottle of Jose Cuervo as well as carton of orange juice. He brings them to the glass table as he proceeds to continue his speech and makes himself a drink. Kidd: Then we come to the little shit of the litter, Frederick Ryder. Now we haven’t really crossed paths but I know you have seen me and I have seen you. We have seen what the other can do and honestly I am almost impressed with what you bring to the table. But there is still something that puzzles me. How can someone who has an illustrious career such as yours… can be force to be Acid’s lackey like all the others. I mean take a look at you. You’re taking orders from someone who you wouldn’t hesitate to curse out in a second. You’re sucking up to higher management in order to be on top of the world of wrestling. You’re bringing new found shame into the Undisputed Championship …and for what? So you and your half cute girlfriend can walk around assuming that you’re the best around? Really? I thought you were better than that, my friend. But at the end I guess not everything is as it seems. For right now, you are the top of the food chain. And when the time is right, I will be knocking on the devil’s door, just patiently waiting to strip the title from you …or whoever else may stand it the way. Watch yourself, Freddy. You’ve been warned. Finishing his drink, Tyrone gently takes the glass to his lips and takes a sip of his mixed drink. Delighted with his concoction, he goes back to the edge of the bed, flips the channel to McW news and starts to finish up his statement. Kidd: Which now leaves us with the little pebble shit. Now we all know that without the cluster of these small little feces, there would be no such this as big or little shit. We all play our part and this one is the biggest part of them all …so to speak. You see this conquest to rule all the land in McW cannot be complete if there aren’t any stepping stones to start at. And with the beauty of this little shindig of a tournament, I have found my first victim… err… I mean opponent. Sean Hunter. Now before I continue I want to retract a statement I made earlier because I do not know lil’ Sean Hunter. He’s probably a good wholesome kid. He probably does things every little young buck does. Brushes his teeth. Goes to School. Helps out his mom. Gets read bedtime stories to sleep at night. All the little things. But come Monday, you’re not just stepping in the ring with any little body. I’m not just one of these here today gone tomorrow type wrestler than past by these federations. I am The Show. Two hundred and forty plus pounds of greatness. The show stealing wizard some would say. And Monday is step one to doing something that I have been planning to do my whole career in this industry. Stir shit up. Each round, each opponent, is a different person who is standing in the way of me claiming victory. Just imagine, a show stopping phenomenon starring everyone’s favorite wrestler pulling the strings. What a way to return to the game by taking control of the federation that gave me life. Even for one night, I can bring justice …or chaos to whomever I see fit. Wonderful isn’t it?! And you will take part in it Monday whether you like it or not. The Show IS BACK!!! And at a time like this there is nothing you can do but lay on the floor and make it easy upon yourself. TICK TOCK,Sean!! TICK TOCK!!! That’s the sound of your time. And it’s running out on you. Because when all is said and done, I will be standing over your lifeless body victorious and ripe and ready to retake this throne I have been dying to get. And that Mr. Hunter is not a threat …but a PROMISE!!! So come Warzone, beware my friend. Beware of THE LIGHTS… Beware of THE CAMERA… And definitely beware of THE ACTIONS of THE SHOW… FOOL!! Kidd takes a stern look at the crew. Kidd: You may leave now. The camera crew grabs their stuff as the scene fades to black. ::SCENE ENDS:: |
