Narrator:
After a 2 month hiatus, Tyrone Kidd is back on the scene or as he calls it . . . “the limelight”. The status of him wrestling for Global Wrestling Alliance isn’t solid yet but there are a lot of changes. First things first, the manager. The lovely woman that you saw in the prequel is the beautiful Starr. Long red hair, 5'7", nicely placed assets with a slim, tender, body, Starr was the former girlfriend and manager to a younger, inexperience, Kidd around 5 years back. The two broke up in both fields and Tyrone went his own way. Even though he was consumed by the single life, Tyrone and Starr kept in touch the whole time during the McW/GWA experience and decide to renew their relationship on and off the wrestling ring. Starr has decent amount of wrestling skills and can handle her own when the time comes so she isn’t just some chick who wears skimpy outfits.
The next thing that changed is “The Show”, himself . . . well physically. He still the same person that everyone either loves or loves to hate but he decides to go make some changes this time around. First off is the hair. The dreadlocks that everyone loves so stare at so much have been cut and now it just a regular light Caesar haircut with a thin beard. Another thing about him is that he lost just enough pounds to become a legit cruiserweight in the GWA. Also Tyrone, has been visiting his trainer lately so he has developed some pretty interesting moves lately but the wrestlers will see that later.
The final change is the fact the house. As you can see, the city boy because sick and tired of worrying about when the next hurricane is going to hit so Kidd took his most important items and headed back to New York. Which brings us up to date and to where we are now. So many changes are happening that it hard to remember anything that use to be a part of you. Yet amongst all these changes, there is one thing that remain to always stay the same no matter what the circumstances are. That one thing . . . is HATRED!!
The scene opens up in the uptown part of big city called Harlem, New York. It’s a quiet neighborhood and yet the streets are filled with hundreds of people. The scene takes place in front of a beautiful tan colored complex in the middle of the street. Seeing it from the outside, it’s a thing of beauty. Besides the tan color, the place is made of bricks with a blue umbrella-like top that is from the door to the street. At the door is a security guard with his hands behind his back, hiding his knifestick that he is fiddling with. In the inside, the walls are a lighter tan color which makes the room stand out and the floor is made of a beautiful light colored marble. But that’s not where the scene is at.
At the back entrance are a parking place located at the right side of the building that leads to underground parking and surprisingly a moving van of some sort at the back entrance. After going inside and up a flight of stairs, there is Tyrone Kidd and his entourage Starr carrying what seems to be a king size mattress that Kidd took from his old house in Tampa. Kidd is walking up with the mattress while Starr is holding it from the top and walking backwards. About halfway up the next flight of stairs, an annoying Starr begins to talk. Starr: Damn Ty. When are we going to be done with this?! It’s been a whole day AND it’s only your crap from the bedroom. Kidd: Hey don’t worry, girl. This is the last of the stuff. Unless this is too much for you to handle. . . Starr: Well I could just push thing down and see how much you can handle while falling down these flights of stairs. Kidd: Ha . . .Ha. . just keep on moving. After a couple more flight of stairs, they reach the floor and eventually the room of Kidd’s new condo. When they opened the door, the first room that is seen in a very spacious living room with the kitchen on the left corner of the room. The living room is carpeted but once in the kitchen area it becomes tile. To the right in a small hallway which leads to three rooms and a bathroom. The twosome go to the middle of the rooms and lay the matter in the space in the middle of all the bars for the bed. After a long day they decide to flop themselves on the mattress and take a break. While resting, Starr turns on her side and looks at Tyrone. Starr: So I guess this mean you’re back in New York? Kidd: Yeah. I guess I’m a sucker for the city life. Starr: I don’t know. I would’ve stay there. Kidd: And be worrying about when Hurricane Jim Dandy is gonna hit my little old house. I’m ok. Plus knowing you, you would be flying in the air like the cow from Twister.
Starr: *ignoring the comment* So what going on with this GWA situation?
Kidd: I don’t know yet. My agent is still trying to persuade them to reinstate my damn contract but I won’t know how that’s going until tomorrow so your guess is as good as mine. What I do know is that I booked a flight for two to Toronto. So guess who’s gonna be at Chaos on Monday.
Starr: I don’t know about all that. I mean that’s like asking for trouble.
Kidd give her a stern look.
Oh yeah, I forgot who I was talking to. Well do you have anybody in particular you looking at Monday night?
Kidd lays on his side, facing Starr before he begins.
Kidd: Of course I do. Multiple. I guess you can call it a personal ‘hitlist’. Let’s start with the very runt of the litter.
Kidd stops what he is about to say, gets up and head to the fridge to get him can of soda. He picks up two and tosses one to his girl as he lays back down.
Kidd: First off, there that little annoying bitch best known as Blitz Bomber. The long winded face painted gremlin so to say. Don’t think that I’m done with him yet. We have a little rivalry going on and the fact that he became the Global Champion just irritates me. That little punk isn’t ready to hold a title like that and I don’t think he will ever. He has always been second rate and when I get in the ring with him I will just prove that to the world. Him and his little Wreckin Crew can go around posing as whatever the hell you guys want. I know the truth about those guys. There’s just five little pansies looking around trying to run the GWA like it’s meant for them. Which brings me to the next bunch of dump offs.
Alcohol and Grinder. Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Drunk. It was kinda funny how they just humiliated me in front of millions the last time I was on TV. Attacking me. Leaving me in a pool of my own blood. Firing me. Basically using me as an example of how they push your so called “power” over in the GWA. I must admit that was tactical. Smart. Maybe the first smart thing that those two knucklehead with half a brain has ever done. They thought they were all cool in dropping The Show like a bad habit. Well it gonna be my turn. Al and Grinder think that the little balance of power that they are having right now is a problem. Imagine how much more difficult it’s gonna be when the monkey wrench is thrown in to make their lives a living hell. When I DO come back. . . they better watch their back. Cause I don’t care how much I have to pay or the fine that I have to pay. As long as I get my hands on those two . . . it will be worth it.
Starr: What about the current champion, Metamania? He’s the current Global champion and that would the best way to get under Grinder’s skin. Plus that title is saying that he’s the best out there.
Kidd: So. . .??
Starr: I’m just saying that it would be best to go after him.
Kidd: Don’t worry. Meta will get it. For now, let him cherish that belt for me. Let him put his blood sweat and tears into defending that title all the time. Let him wear that belt with as much confidence as he can and let him talk the shit out of his ass. Because when the time is right. And when I feel it’s time to go for it all. Taking that Global title will mean so much more. That title is destine to be around my waist. When it will put there is my choosing. Plus I have one big fish to fry. One that has gotten under my skin for a while. One that will definitely get what’s coming to him when the time comes.
Kaiou. Don’t think I forgot. The way he trashed my name. The way he shown no respect what-so-ever to me. That brown nose little bastard is going to get it. You see, Kaiou is so much of a fan of using his forefather’s morals. So fond of thinking that everyone should be afraid of a little mini Storm. So full of his own shit that he is lost in his words. Well I’m going to be the first to tell you. Tadashii, your words are like an asshole. Everyone has one and most of them are full of shit. And when I see you, I’m going to stuff that shit so far down you throat that you little incest whore of a sister will feel it. Disrespecting me was the worst thing that you could have done and trust me. The Show will never forget. You talk all that shit about passing judgement. What is going to happen when Tyrone Kidd passes the FINAL JUDGEMENT over you and silent the storm for good. What you did in the past leaves a scar on me that will last as long as your still around. And believe me, I always cash up on my debt. And that’s not a threat . . . , BUT A PROMISE!!!
The couple finishes talking and starts to set up the bed. It’s positive that these two are going to be at The Skydome at Chaos. The real question is . . . what trouble are they gonna make when they arrive?
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