Lightning Never Strikes Twice! / We Wants Whats Ours!

:: Saturday Night :: “You know… a little part of me was just getting use to this place.” The scene opens up inside of the Manchester International Airport where the entourage of Skye, Michael Alston and Tyrone Kidd are just finishing up business at the ticket area. Having the next UWF show being in Scotland, it’s about that time to finish up the European Tour. Wearing a pair of khaki with a white long sleeve Marc Ecko T-shirt with stripes to match the pants, Kidd drags his carry-on luggage while taking the lead as they head to the security area. “Yeah. You’ve been here for such a long time that it’s almost like you pretty much moved here.” “There is a lot I need to catch up on a lot of things when I get back to the States. I haven’t seen my wife and kids in a while and I gotta make sure that my company hasn’t burned to the ground in my absence.” “Plus let’s not forget that once we get there, you start working on my career.” “Why the hell would I forget that?!” Kidd pats his protégé on the shoulder to assure him that everything is ok. “I already told you. You’re in good hands… and once we board that plane into California you will be the first person that I will be working on getting a job with.” Michael starts to smiles believing that he will be taken care of in his new career but is a slight second he thinks of something that makes if chuckle and shakes his head. “Thanks. I know I’m going to do good in the end but we all know that being in your ‘hands’ is always what it’s cracked up to be.” Michael and Skye both have a laugh followed by a delay from Tyrone. Kidd stops in his track and turns around to his partners in crime and lightly taps both of them on the chest with a jab. “Listen that had nothing to do on my part. It wasn’t like he didn’t have it coming” “Well maybe you shouldn't have jinxed us to begin with. ‘What could possibly go wrong…?'” “How the hell would I know THAT was gonna happen last week?” ::Last Week:: The scene flashes back to last week where the trio had just arrived at the O’Sheas Irish Bar. Once there, they take a look at the semi-big wooden building before they get out of the limo, and start walking towards the door of the bar. Once inside, they get a better look at the insides of the place. 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. It is a very busy Saturday as there are people practically everywhere, either drinking or busy flirting with each other. The majority of the people there are locals mixed in with a couple people visiting the area for the sport activities that were going around, mainly the UWF PPV. One person walks up to the jukebox by the wall and picks some money in to play another song. After taking a long look around, they give each other high fives and head into the direction of bar to order a couple drinks. Attracting some attention, a couple heads, male and female, turn to see who it is that came to the bar. Once they make it there, they are approach by a beautiful female bartender. Standing about 5’5”, she is wearing black skin tight pants with a long sleeve shirt to match and make her curvaceous body stand out. On the pocket of her shirt is an overly large shamrock with the words, “O’Sheas” printed in white. She walks up to them very quirky and almost grins at the Kidd and his friends. “Tyrone Kidd!” “Yeah, that usually what I go by.” “I’m one of your biggest fans out here!” She bends over there table and try to show as much cleavage as possible. Kidd nervously laughs as he plays it cool and looks around to glance at the place. “It seems like there’s no where for me and my friends to grab a seat.” She looks back behind him to notice Skye and Michael and they wave in retaliation. He takes the opportunity to look at her in her eyes and grab one of her arms. “Well we can definitely make space for you. I mean it’s not every day that you get to meet a guy of your nature.” In the far end of the corner are four medium sized local guys sitting on a wooden booth. They have been here since about the middle of the evening and have found the attention of a couple girls that they found from the area. The bartender walks up one of the security guard and whispers something to his ear. He looks at her and nods slightly as he goes to the table at the corner. In harsh fashion, the guard lets everyone at that table know that this table has been reserved and kicks them out. There is a look of shock from the guys in the table. Obviously they have been drinking and have gotten buzzed. After a minute or two of hostility, the guys at the table reluctantly get up and move from the booth. As they walk away they look over in the direction of the bar as the bartender is pointing out to Kidd where his exclusive table is. Couple Hours Later It is about 12 o’clock and the three of them have become very accustom to the Irish bar. Each of them has a girl on their arm with the exception of Tyrone who has two lovely English ladies balancing his arms with their nice shoulders, one of them being the bartender from earlier. With a shot of Three Wise Men in each of their hand, the guys share some sort of camaraderie with a toast to the success that they are going to have in the future. The tipsiness is definitely in effect as it seem that each of them has a good amount of liquid refreshment in their system and they’re making plans on who’s going home with who for the night. Standing a couple yards or so from the booth are the four guys that were sitting in that table earlier. After the incident, they have been on a string of bad luck losing not only the woman that they were talking to but their sense of enjoyment for the night as well. Each of them has a glass bottle of the beer of the night in their hand. Every so often they take their glances at where they use to sit and scowl before taking another swig. One guy has an idea and goes over it with the rest of the group to try and see if they agree with the plan he has set up. The guys nod is secession and the guy walks away to start up the plan. He walks back up to the table, where Kidd is about to get up and head to the bathroom to tinkle. As soon as he gets himself free from the table he turns around and accidently bumps into the guy from the group. “Sorry, dude. I didn’t mean to.” Obviously in a good mood, Kidd has no idea who it is and just taps him on the shoulder and tries to make his way to the restroom. “Wait a minute there, mate…” Kidd tries to turns his head around but because he is rather tipsy, just turns around all together. He tries to raises his eyebrow but at his current state, he ends up raising both. “You’re Tyrone Kidd. Aren’t you?!” “Last time I checked… I think that’s what my name is.” Kidd chuckles to himself and goes to turn back around when an arm holds his back. “Well, listen here mate. That was our table that you are sitting at. We came here extra early just to get that spot. Then we were kicked out of table for NO apparent reason.” Kidd smiles and shrugs his shoulders. “Sorry to hear that.” He goes to turn back around when he is violently turned around by the guy. This draws in the attention of Skye and Michael. Kidd turns around and laughs to himself, to secretly hide the rage he is building inside. “Look I had nothing to do with what happen so I would appreciate it if you would let me go on my merry way.” “But yet it has everything to do with you!” The guy now takes his index finger and points directly on Tyrone’s chest. “You see if it weren’t for people like you and your famous buddies over there, we wouldn’t have this bloody problem like we have right now.” Now Kidd is quietly biting his lips and he already knows where this is escalating into. He clenches his fist and tries hard to mentally block out the tipsiness to fill his blood with adrenaline. “So what do you, sir, have planned to do about it…?” And without a second’s hesitation, the guy cocks back his left hand and aims it at the temple of Tyrone Kidd. With enough sense to see it coming, Kidd is able to duck and retaliate with a punch of his own to the abdomen area of his adversary. This brings the other three guys to run and help their buddy. On their way there, they are intercepted by Michael, who cracks a bottle on one of their heads and Skye, who does a suicide dive from table onto the other two. A huge fight consists with fists flying and bodies being slammed onto various objects. The bartender, who is in a frantic pace, runs to get the security guards, who also work for the local police of the area. They call in for backup and runs to the corner of the bar to try and break up the fight. They are greeted by random punches thrown by people in both crews. This angers the cops and when the reinforcements come, they go back in and subdue each and every one of the two groups and proceed to put them in handcuffs. The last thing that happens is the police escorting all seven people into two separate cars to the local jail. :: Back to present day :: They stand there, in deep thought, recollecting on the facts before laughing to themselves and look at each other. Kidd just stands there shaking his head and breaks the silence. “Yeah…, my hands were of some good that night.” “If you mean good as in, able to not get our asses kicked but be thrown in jail… then yes we were in GREAT hands.” “You’re lucky your boss Glenn is in good graces with the police in England and was able to get you pardoned of all the charges.” “Yeah, I’ve been trying to call Legend all week but I guess he’s still mad about what happened. Oh well. I just hope that this shit doesn’t travel over the States. That wouldn’t be too good for my image. Especially since I am an agent too…” Skye pats his buddy on the shoulder to get him to lighten up. “It’ll probably be taken care of. Don’t worry about it. But there is one that I DO know, Ty.” Kidd looks at Skye with a weird look. “We definitely whoop some fuckin’ ass that night.” They all laugh very loud as they celebrate with giving each other high fives. “That we did. Too bad I wasn’t able to do anything about it at the Pay per View.” “Well you should’ve have put your all into that brawl that night. No one told you to use all of your energy fighting that local at the bar.” “Yeah but at Adrenaline, me and Ravi get an opportunity at a second chance for those titles.” “I still can’t believe Elissa and Sam actually won that match.” “Yeah even the best of us getting lucky once in a while. But it sounds like the little shit Sam has let it get to his head.” Kidd turns around and starts walking again to the security area. The two follow closely behind as Kidd continues to talk. “I mean it must be a good feeling. I mean he was able to win a championship title on your first night in the federation. I should be happy for him. And I certainly am. But now it’s time for reality to kick in for the little guy. In this reality, he is in the big league and what he doesn’t understand is that Sams and his little playmate are going to be facing two pissed off people. You see we were heavy favored in the Pay per View… and we dropped the ball… badly. But this time we are ready. Ravi will be getting his thoughts straight and as for me… I know that I am still the measuring stick for the up and comers. That is a well known fact.” They make it to the line for the security check and it looks like a long enough line to get out of England. Kidd just sits there in line with an upset look on his face. “I thought that this would have been much shorter if I waited ‘til the end of the week to leave.” “You underestimate the annoyance of these airports. Nothing is ever guaranteed.” “Thank you Captain Obvious.” Skye hits his friend on the shoulder as Kidd laughs a little at his sarcastic wit. “Anyway. On Adrenaline, there will be two things that are going to be proven in our match. One. Those two little kiddies, Elissa and Super Sams, luckily got the best of us and flew heavily under the radar to win that tag team championship in the TLC match. Not too many people are able to cement their name in the history book that easy and it was a mess up on our parts. We will make sure that will NEVER happen again. The second thing is that Manifest Destiny are ready to make their claim as superstars that are ready to do whatever it take to make the claim that we are ready to separate the weak from the strong and become something better. Something grand. Something that these fans and the people of the UWF will remember for times to come. Once we add the next piece of the puzzle this week, we will become a stronger unit. We will become full of more talent and ready to take the next step to being the respected wrestlers that we are. Elissa and Sams do not know what they did when they interrupt the flow of our championship reign. They will when they step into the ring. I will be sure of it." Kidd finally reaches the table when he has to put his valuables on. Right before he takes off his shoes and put his stuff in the pans, he gives his two partners a hug as they share a bromance moment together. “Skye, you take care of yourself you crazy fuck.” “You just make sure you don’t get into bar fights without me. You understand, Kidd?” “I’ll try, man. You can’t be too certain.” Kidd looks at Michael. “And you. Everything is going to be fine. I’ll make sure when I’m done with the last couple weeks I’ll come to scoop you up and take u back to the America. Then we will be fixed on making you into the star that I know I can make you. You got me?” “Yeah, man. I trust you well enough to know that you word is bullshit.” Kidd finishes taking off his stuff and pushes it through the scanner. He turns back and said his goodbyes. “Take care guys. Hopefully I will be back with some gold around my waist.” “Peace out, Ty!” “Knock them dead!” Kidd gets ready and walks through the metal detector as his friends head back to the car and the scene ends… :: SCENE ENDS ::