A NEW meaning of SHOWTIME!!
The scene opens up in the dressing room of Tyrone Kidd. The first ever Chaos card has just ended and by the order of the managing department, hidden cameras are set inside the room. The room is so far is empty. So peaceful, calm, and tranquil, the room is professionally arranged. Minutes after the show ended, you hear loud noises coming from the other side of the door. All of a sudden, the camera is shaken by a size 12 boot kicking the door open. The force of the hit almost knocks the door off the hinges as the person storms in without any care in his heart. The person is the one and only, Tyrone Kidd. Still bleeding from the end of the triple threat Main Event, he enters the room, he picks up a chair and throws it to the other side of the room. Next he head to the bench and in a quick flash, Kidd give a yell and karate kicks the bench in half. After that, he goes to the round table to his left and grabs a glass then proceed to throw it against the wall. He starts pacing back and forth as he beings to talk out loud. Kidd: I DON’T BELIEVE THIS SHIT!! The first Chaos of GWA and this shit happens!! I’m not talking about the match . . . SHIT THE MATCH IS NOTHING COMPARE TO THIS!! This. . .clown RICK JONES thinks that he can pull the wools over MY eyes. First his mouth wrote a check that his ass couldn’t cash when he got knocked out by your truly. Then after a match, a match that took everyone to their highest point. Me, a bloody mess, had to deal with his loud mouth once again and once again he got his ass handed to him . . . until he shows up. This bitch Jones knew that he couldn’t contain The Show and even though Gordon helped out, a thing that I had no idea about, what does he do. . . . . . He signs ANDREW BISHOP. . .ANDREW FUCKIN’ BISHOP!! And his brown nose steps in and tries to take out ME? Me? Tyrone Kidd!! NO WAY!! Rick ‘Acid’ Jones . . . You started something that is long from over. My boy, you have started a WAR!! And in this war it consist of two people, ME and YOU! It starts at Chaos and it won’t end until one give up trying and throws that white flag. AND TRUST ME as long as I have a breathe in my lungs . . .I won’t stop till I prove to the whole world and you too . . . THAT I AM BETTER THAN YOU!!! AND YOU CAN HIDE BEHIND BISHOP AND ALL THESE GWA WRESTLERS BUT IN YOUR HEART. . . YOU KNOW IT. . . I KNOW IT . . . AND AMANDA JONES . . . OoO . . .SHE KNOWS IT TOO!! That’s why she hired me in the former federation. . . but that can wait until later. Come next week, you better pray to whoever you pray to that I don’t end up in the ring at the same time as you. Because if by any chance that seems to happen. HA HA HA!! Trust me, it will be a catastrophe at Chaos how the C-E-O gets T-K-O’ED!! AND THAT’S IT NOT A THREAT. . . Tyrone picks up another steel chair and throws it in the direction of the camera. Upon impact, the camera falls from the hiding spot and lands right in front of The Show. BUT A PROMISE!!!
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The scene opens up inside a local gym still in Detroit, Michigan. Once you walk past the front door, you get a good glance of the place. With the inside made of mostly wood, there are many people, from the city and from GWA as well, inside training the day after the first ever Chaos card. Most of the wrestlers training are so full of energy from the success of the first show in the new federation. Some superstars and lifting weights, trying to become stronger, others are trying to become faster, using the speedbag and other equipment. Everyone is sitting there having a great time, preparing themselves for the next show in Chicago. Everyone is so happy . . .
Except One . . .
Standing by the bodybag, in the Kidd along with his personal trainer, Rodney “The Truth” Robinson. Kidd is standing there, fist clench in front of the bodybag, with a eyes giving a stone cold stare to the bodybag. Wearing a pair of sweat pants, a black wifebeater, and a patch on his forehead from the blood that was pouring out, Kidd stays staring at the bag, standing still like a British bobby. R.R. is at the other side of the bodybag, just looking at Kidd with a look of concern. After a while, Rodney breaks the silence. R.R.: Kidd? Hey Ty? Ty? Kidd just stands there, still not moving or speaking a word. R.R.: Kidd, the camera crew is here. . . Kidd: . . . So . . .? R.R.: They’re here for the interview for Monday. . . Kidd: . . . And . . .? R.R.: Well . . . they are here for the tag match you have with Andy Gordon. You know the guy that . . . defeated you last week at the opening event. Kidd: So . . . your acting like I care that I’m teaming up with Andy Kauffman . . . R.R.: Gordon. Kidd: I don’t care. I don’t care if I was teaming up with Bobo the Clown. I don’t care if he beat me. I don’t care that he hit me with The Next Best Suplex. I don’t care about him becoming Number one contender for the U.S. Title. Right now, that is second nature to me. R.R.: Well your gonna need to pay attention. Maybe a lot of attention. Because you two are gonna have to team up against Andrew Bishop . . . Kidd’s eyes fills up with rage. The red veins are seen popping up as he hears the name. Robinson starts to shake as he is almost afriad to continue. R.R.: . . . And Rick ‘Acid’ Jones. As soon as he finishes that name, Kidd winds up and with a scream, deliver a fierce right hook on the bag. The force of the hit was so hard that The Truth gets knocked back a couple feet. Rodney moves the side of the bag, where he is met with a bone chilling stare from Kidd. R.R.: Hey man, I know how you are right now but they want to know how you feel. *pointing towards the camera.* In a flash second, Kidd turns to the direction of the cameraman. The guy jumps a bit as Kidd shares the same stare that he gave to his trainer. Kidd: So you guys want to know how I feel. How I felt about last Chaos. How I feel about this week. How I feel about teaming up with the same partner that just the other day, pull a victory over yours truly. How I feel facing two McW legends. How do I feel about facing two people who just faced each other not even a month ago. How I feel about facing Andrew Bishop and *growls* Rick . . . . ‘Acid’. . .Jones. Is that what you want me to let you know? In a nervous wreck the cameraman nods his head. Kidd: Well first things first, Congratulations on the little bastard for doing what no MAN has does yet . . . beaten The Show. After three months, this determine little brat comes back and does what no one expected. Win. And for that I commend you. So Andy, be merry. Have fun with that victory cause that is one to remember. Go be jolly, have a cookie, and SHUT THE FUCK UP!!! Hold that win to your heart cause when that opportunity comes along again . . . trust me lightning won’t strike twice. And Blitz, I don’t expect you to continue to talk shit upon me. Especially after that ass kicking I have giving you at Chaos. Unfortunately, you were blessed with a #1 contender match for the Global title. Life has been on some weird shit lately but I think that has been the worst lately. Blitz becoming Global Champ? Has the world gone mad? It’s like having Arnold Swartzeneggar becoming President. Well if you make it up to champion. . . remember that Nubian eyes will be watching you. Tyrone sets his attention back towards the body bag and with no second thought, lands a sharp kick that almost knocks his trainer onto the floor. He ignores that fact and looks back at camera. Now onto more important issues. In addition to the Main Event, Chaos showed a lot of interesting things. It shows what direction the Troubled Trios had for this company. It also shown a couple of talented superstars making a statement in the GWA. It also showed what happens when you think you can stand up to Tyrone Kidd. You get knocked down. But what really got my attention was the surprises. Corey Letson. Eddie ‘The Pitbull’ Benoit. And someone who has hit close to The Show. Too close. That individual, no matter what they say, is a lackey, a strong one at that, of the biggest pansy in the history of GWA. This guy’s name . . . is Andrew Bishop. Andrew Bishop. The same individual that won the Undisputed World Championship because the REAL champion became injured. The same individual who basically ran away from the match to prove the REAL champion between himself, Rick, and Nailz. The same guy that thought that the best way to make an impact was to help the CEO out when he was getting his just deserts. Not to say that it was planned that me and Andy were to form a team. Matter of fact, to set the record straight, I have no idea what is Andy’s intentions are. I don’t know what he has against Richard and to be pretty frank. . . I don’t give a fuck. Andrew Gordon . . . listen closely. . . I could give a rat’s ass why don’t like him. The fact is you stay out of my way when it comes to Rick. That is business you don’t enter and if you don’t want that opportunity that I will face you happen again, I suggest you heed my words. Now back to Bishop. When you were busying picking your nose trying to win a big title, it seems that you were fail to the introduction of a real superstar. Listen closely, maybe you can separate some time making an excuse why you decided to kiss Rick’s ass. My name is Tyrone Kidd. “The Show” Tyrone Kidd. Still don’t know me? Come Monday, you will get a dose of reality. All the talking about the ancient history between you and Rick will not matter. Because right now . . . you stand in the way of something that will eventually be taken out. You can talk about all this crap about me being a rookie. I’ve heard it all before. Everyone that has faced me said it all before. But look at them. All, with the exception of one, has been having a face-to-floor meeting after the match is all said and done. Hey, just for you, you might just see a more violent, hardcore version of Tyrone Kidd. Maybe then, you’ll come out from under the rock you crawled from and realize that I am THE FUTURE OF WRESTLING!! And you have been washed up into the sea. Now for the man of the hour . . . Richard ‘Acid’ Jones. I must admit . . . you started to gain my respect. I mean, leading by example, you kept your cool and manage to still talk the game you still talk as a wrestler. But for a former wrestler/ CEO . . . YOU GOT KNOCKED DOWN LIKE A BITCH!! I mean when myself and Andy was stomping you out, I didn’t feel like it was Tyrone Kidd and Andy Gordon stomping Rick Jones. It felt like Charlie and Eddie Murphy stomping out RICK JAMES! You said you didn’t want to kick my ass . . .so I treated you as if you step all over my couch. And to the benefit you took it like a man. Then after the match, instead of coming out and fining and suspending me and him like a true bitch does. You decide to take matters into you own hand. And to prevent deja-vous, you bring backup. And a good one too. Andrew Bishop. And though your partner miss a shot at me, you make your message known. That you two are not a push over. To that extent I respect that. But then . . . you lose a lot more respect from me. First off, you come after two wounded animal after a fantastic main event. Then on top of that, instead of facing me like a man, that I thought you were, you hide behind curtain number one and make a tag team match. Where two people who really won’t get along will face two people who all of a sudden kiss and make up. Doesn’t make sense to me but ok. . . Richard, you spent all your career being the “METHODICAL PREDATOR”. Stalking and attack those who you felt was a threat to you on your rise to your top. Yet as much as you say I haven’t proved anything to you . . . it seems you haven’t proven shit to me. All I have seen is that you big mouth has come around and talked so much shit. I mean I would too if my wife was the Co-Owner of the fed I was signed to. I would have walked with my head above the cloud, thinking that no one can beat me. And if anyone stood in my way, I’d do what you use to do. Run and hide under you wife’s dress, scared to come out until she made it better. But now the time has changed my friend. There is no Amanda Jones to run to now. Everything is on your shoulders. Now what is gonna happen when you step into the ring and ‘Methodical Predator’ become the prey. Cause Monday night once you shared that ring with THE BEST THING in Wrestling, it just gonna be a swoop and kill. Are YOU ready? Maybe you should use that phone to ask Miss Cleo if what I say is true. You should know that I don’t disappoint. Maybe the fact that you DO know I am better is the reason why you held me back from the Global Title Scene. Giving the ugly ass gremlin, Blitz Bomber a shot but secluding Tyrone Kidd. I know now that you are scare of me. Scared because now I lead the future as the best and despite the minor setback in the triple threat cage, I still carry the torch. If you want to try to blow it out, be my guest. Cause all that will happen is that you little old fragile lips will be engulfed by the flames. When you like it or not. I will not only lead the GWA as Global Champion by get rid of the biggest joke that was lucky enough to be called a legend. You my friend, will be my biggest victim. The main guy that will know . . . WHY I SAY . . . WHAT I SAY. . . WHEN I SAY. . . Kidd turns back to the bag and delivers dangerously strong left and right hook follow by a roundhouse kick that breaks the bodybag and makes R.R. fall to the ground with authority. Kidd laughs as he looks back at the camera. IT’S SHOWTIME!!! ::SCENE ENDS:: |