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Narrator: So what started to be a good looking first match for your friendly neighborhood showstoppa, ended up being just a hoax? Tyrone Kidd’s opponent, Sean Hunter, wasn’t who we thought he was, and ends up being an old nemesis/hater Brad Billings in disguise. So the hoop-la that was suppose to make Kidd’s returns a big deal now gets a restart button and is replaced by another opponent... J.J. Otis, who is one half of The Otis Brothers and one who made their debut on the last Warzone show. He might actually pose a threat into the tournament picture. Another point is that the March 9th card is now bumped down a week, thus gives both opponents an almost fresh start and also a chance to give both guys a look at their opponent, making this match a good addition to the card. How has all of this effect The Show? Let’s find out now huh? LET THE SHOW BEGIN…….
The scene opens up in London, England, UK. The McW fans are currently in a somber mood due to the announcement of the McW International Tour being postponed. Most of the roster has decided to take advantage of the break and head back to the state and spend time either in their homes by themselves or with their loved ones. But there are some of them that just decided to stay and wait until the show. The camera crew’s van has just arrived and parked in front of a place called The Two Degree Bar, just minutes away from the O2 Arena. Once there, they take a look at the semi-big wooden building before they get out of the van, grab their equipment, and start walking towards the door of the bar. Once inside, they get a better feel for the area. To match the outside, the inside of the bar is completely wooden. From the chairs to the table to the bar, everything is in a very dark brown color wood. Being that it is a Monday night, there isn’t too much activity going on. There is a good amount of local people around drinking and being merry while watching the local sport teams and listening to music blaring from the jukebox by the wall.
Taking a long look around, there is a bunch of different looks around but not the specific one that the crew is looking for. After taking a minute or so to look around and make sure they didn’t overlook, the cameraman taps one of the cocktail waitress and ask if they had seen the man that they are looking for. Taking a minute to think, she finally knows who they are talking about and points them into the direction of the owner’s room located upstairs and to the far end of the building. He nods in a way of say ‘thank you’ and the crew heads up to the room. Once they make it to the room, the group knocks on the door and then makes their way in. Not the biggest of room, (I mean what do u expect, its England), once inside there are a bunch of boxes, full with files and papers flying out of them. Some are on the ground and there are some on the shelves built in the wall. There is also a rectangular table with at the moment an unused desktop computer and a phone set up onto it. The reason though that the desktop is not being used though is because sitting on a cloth swivel chair with his laptop on the table and a drink right next to it is… yours truly… Tyrone Kidd. Wearing a pair of black denim jeans, an orange long sleeved shirt, and a pair Reeboks shell toes sneakers, Kidd is leaning on of the arms of the chair looking at the screen with a puzzled look on his face. The cameraman is about to say something but his silenced with a raised arm and an index finger by Tyrone pointed up to let him know to give him a minute. There are sounds coming from the computer and once the crew gets closer, they understand why Kidd has the look he has on his face. Because on the screen of his computer… is his fiancé, Starr… and she isn’t happy. Starr: There is no reason what-so-ever why you are still in fuckin’ London right now. You know that there is some kind of delay in Stewart’s schedule and he gave you an extra week to do anything that you felt like doing. And the majority of these wrestlers went back to the states to be at home with everyone that they know. So why the hell aren’t you here… at your house… with me and the kids?! Kidd: Are you done now? Starr: Fuck you, Ty! Kidd: You already know why I decided to stay over here. For one, I haven’t been out of the states in a long time now. And this is a good time to look around and once again embrace the lifestyle I turned my back to once already. Second off, I do not feel like being on a plane back and forth to travel. You know I’m not a big fan of planes as it is, so you out of all people should understand why I do what I do. Now please my dear, I have business to attend to right now. So let’s just continue this later. Ok? Starr: Fine, Ty. But just because we’re stopping it right now doesn’t mean that this is over. Kidd: I know. I know. We’ll talk more about it when you head over. Bye, baby. And let the kids know that I love them a lot. Starr: You should be here to tell them yourselves. Bye. Starr closes the conversation box and Kidd lets off a sigh before shutting his computer down and folding his laptop. He takes a swig of his drink, shakes off the strength of the alcohol, and then moves the swivel chair towards the crew, who is ready for him to do what he loves doing. Kidd: Hey it happens. It’s the beauty of being in a long term relationship. All of the headaches, and a rare occasion of the good times. Man only if I had the chance to go back… well at least I got my drinks. Ha-ha! So it was brought to my knowledge over the weekend that we had a not so friendly one man terrorist attack at my expense. Seems this Sean Hunter or Brad Billings or whatever the fuck he wants to be called had a personal vendetta with just about everyone and wanted to make sure he got his point across or the last laugh or something… Whatever! Anyway because of that I was stuck with either a free pass or I can make things interesting for myself. So I decided to go see management, and demanded that I get an opponent to take his place. Now before I get to my opponent. Let’s talk about this situation real quick. Kidd reaches out for his glass and takes another swallow or two of his drink. His face wrenches as it trickles down his throat. He lets out a sigh of relief and continues to talk. Kidd: So before when I was ranting and raving before, I was talking about how to make a statement in this federation by run over these newcomers of the McW. I mean it would either be that or give me one of these veterans that won’t let go of the business. And since, if you don’t know already, I have dealt with the old farts that I took down once upon a time. So management has gave a second shot with a newcomer but this time they hooked me up with this southern boy name J.J. Otis. Which is just fine a dandy. But then I went go see this punk, you know to get a little bit of a background on the guy I’m facing, and I find out this is a fellow brother as myself! Now under a different time that would not matter to me, you know? Gotta go, gotta go!! But forcing me to do black-on-black crime on the first match in order to fulfill my goal of owning the next pay-per view? That’s just preposterous!! Making me beat down this young superstar is like making a Jewish person pissing on the Old Testament. Or telling little kids there’s no such thing as Santa. Kidd takes a moment a looks at the camera. Kidd: Kids… as we all know that is not true. He makes one of those cheesy winks and continues. Kidd: But I guess you got to do what you have to do sometimes now don’t cha. This brings me to my opponent for next Monday… John Jamison. A Nashville, Tennessee resident who’s fighting is as dirty as his talking. ‘Well slap me around and call me Susie?!’ You sound like a fine catch if there ever was. Now don’t get me wrong my dear little Otis. I can probably go all day making all these jokes and references about The South, being a redneck, living in Tinsel town, USA home of blues and country but not really home of wrestlers… minus one. Trust me Little Boy Blue, I can go all day about how I can make you feel small and insignificant. Look it up if you don’t know what that means. Now I am not saying that I will not use such puns and gimmicks in the near future cause knowing my tendencies… yes another big word for you… it’s bound to happen. You know what? I think I’m doing it now. He takes the time to chuckle quietly to himself. Kidd: Oh well. You see what will happen next Monday is simple. You like to just talk with your fist and nothing else. As for me, I like to talk with my mouth as well with my fist. Now don’t me wrong J.J., if I was about to get in a nice little shindig of a bar fight, I would look up your number… do they have those things in Tennessee? Oh well… I would look you up via smokescreens or old photography or whatever you county people use and call you up for a little backup. But this is wrestling… hardnosed wrestling. And earn not only the respect of your peer but these people who pay their hard earn money to see the best competition around. What I just do is give the people what they want… and a little entertainment to boost. Now no matter what you think you can bring to the table, I bring it harder. I have to in order to make it. I mean you might come from the hard fields of Nashville; I originate from Harlem, NY. Yeah the same place where you hear all those stories when you were younger… if you family had books. Okay, Okay no more jokes. But at the end of the day, you might think this show is rich and silver spooned but that’s only cause I have been to the bottom and still have enough energy to muster up and make it on top. So do me a favor, and do not take this Kidd lightly… because that will be the last thing you take. Well actually the last thing you might take is a hard trip to the mat but you’ll see that later. I will beat you on Monday and THAT IS NOT A THREAT… BUT A PROMISE!!! Kidd proceeds to get up from his seat, drink in hand. He heads for the door but once he opens the door, he looks back at the camera. He takes one more drink to finish the glass and then lifts a smirk from his bottom part of his face. Kidd: You, your brother and hell even the colonel will know… WHY I SAY… WHAT I SAY… WHEN I SAY… IT’S SHOWTIME!!!
Upon those finishing quotes, The Show shuts the door right in the faces of the camera crew. Almost feeling some kind of way, the group stays in the room with puzzled looks on their faces. Pleased with what he said in his promo, Tyrone Kidd makes it to the steps and then just recognized what he just did and strolls back and opens the door for the group. He apologizes as the crew walks out …
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