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Narrator: Retribution. That is exactly what I called what I did at the Pay-Per-View. Others people would use different words to describe it. Words like… heinous… cowardly… cheap… despicable… ruthless is more of their speed. What I did to Joseph Setala was just another day in the office to me. Every person has that violent side to them when their feathers are ruffled just enough. Mine were tangled two weeks prior when victory was robbed thanks to the odd couple via a Hardcore shot. Now even though I was able to smile and look the other way temporarily, DID NOT mean that I was just going to act like that never happened. So during your victory spiel, I decided to return the favor. The video goes to the Danger Zone PPV, where Setala is on knee, blood trickling from his face. Seeing the open opportunity, Tyrone Kidd proceeds to back up then running full speed right before his jumps on Joseph’s thigh and nails him with a size 13 boot to the face. The feed rewinds back and then pauses right at the point of attack.
TWO feet running towards you but it only take ONE shot to the skull TWO keep you down and out. The 2-1-2 is a beautiful thing and I think Joey will remember my footprint indented on his face for a while. But there is one thing that I know for certain. Mr. Setala, know that you are not the first nor will you be the last to be on the receiving end of my boot but as long as you are in my crosshairs… and as long as you hold that Hardcore Title, calling yourself the Resident Crazy Bastard, …humph consider this far from done. I hope that your ‘uniqueness’ will help you develop some form of common sense and tread around carefully in MY domain.
Well now let’s move on to more semi important things. This week is another task put in front of your not-so-friendly but focused showstoppa. In the first UnCensored in a while, Tyrone Kidd will be put in the ring with two combatants that were just in the Television Title tournament …Jack Suede and runner-up Cell Block. The challenges don’t get any easier and to be frank, I would not have it any other way. The more people that are going to be put in my way, the more people will be added to the list of my slain wrestlers. Get your popcorn ready, boys. You two are being welcome to MY show. Are you guys ready? If not… then it’s too damn bad. Ladies and Gentlemen…. LET THE SHOW BEGIN!!! Scene 1
The scene opens up in the middle of the day about 15 thousand feet in the air. Up above the clouds, flying through the skies is a blue US Airways plane in flight to Manchester, England. Manchester is a couple hours away from Hull Arena, which is where the first Uncensored card will be held. Inside the plane are a bunch of individuals of different nationalities sitting down trying to be as comfortable as possible in the small seats of the plane for this long seven hour flight. At the front of the coach class area, is a big screen set up in the center aisle playing, National Treasure 2 starring Nicholas Cage. The majority of the people on the flight are lying back on their pillows, getting ready to sleep the trip away. But this is not exactly where our man of… well many hours is at.
In front of coach-class area is the obvious first-class seating. There is a lot more space for leg room and so this spot is clearly more comfortable than the back seats of the plane. The same movie is playing on in the front section but at least half of the people in the first class are busy in conversations. A few more of them are ordering mixed drink to relax themselves for the trip ahead. Everyone is first class are at a state of piece and are generally in a good mood… well almost everyone.
In the right end of the middle aisle, wearing an ironed pair of black slacks and a half unbuttoned tan shirt is your friendly neighborhood Showstoppa… Tyrone Kidd. But at this moment, he is not looking so friendly. There is no sly grin on his face to show his radiance of confidence. No jokes, nor anything to even laugh or chuckle to himself about. Even his trademark shades that are ever-so-common on his face are placed inside of his breast pocket in his shirt. All there is sitting in his seat is a man leaning forward with his forehead resting on the knuckles of his hands. Staring down at the floor with a sullen look, all that has been running through his mind is the earlier confrontation wife his fiancé. Earlier That Day In the master bedroom of the Kidd’s household are Tyrone Kidd and his fiancé, Starr. After flying back into the Tampa Bay area once the Danger Zone PPV was done, The Show tried to enjoy a short rest in his home before the long two month tour awaits him the other side of the world. But before Kidd can look forward to the future, there is one bit of a problem. It seems like someone in particular wasn’t too thrilled about the actions that were taking last night by her man. She is sitting up on the edge of the bed, scowling at him while he putting the majority of his clothes in suitcases. She turns on the recorded aftermath of the Hardcore Title match and points at it, looking directly at Kidd. Starr: What the fuck was that?! Kidd: Is what? Starr: Don’t play dumb with me, Ty! Kidd: Oh that? *points to the screen*… Just a meeting of the minds. Kidd gives her that sarcastic smile he is famous for. That smile practically says that he looking back at the attack like a job well done… but she isn’t buying it for one second. Starr: A meeting of the minds? Really?! You’re going to feed that bullshit to me. Kidd: That is not bullshit. My kendo stick met his skull. End of story. When it was me laying down on the outside of the ring it wasn’t shit to you. Starr: Because you weren’t being assaulted and brutally beat down! What you did at the pay per view was too much. Plus you’re kids were watching, Ty! Would you care to explain to them why daddy was acting like he has no goddamn sense last night? That hit a nerve… Kidd stops at the closet door and turns around. He raises an eyebrow and gives her a dirty look. Kidd: ‘Why I was acting like I had no sense?’ What are you talking about? Starr: Was it really that necessary to attack the man like that? After that grueling hardcore match? What am I hearing right now? Is this still my fiancé that tour around the world with me? Kidd: Have you bumped your head or has motherhood made you forgetful? Whatever happened to having something taken from you and retaliating to prove a point? Did you not remember what we had to do in order to make a statement? In order to prove to these nonbelievers that I definitely belong to be hanging with whatever they threw at me. You were in my corner in the past… and you, out of all people, are the last person I thought I would have to answer to. And to answer your question… maybe they shouldn’t be up that late at night to be watching anything like that! Starr: So it’s now my fault that your kids wanted to watch their hero, Ty? I didn’t think they would have witness guerrilla warfare on TV! How do I prepare our kids for what is gonna happen next when I have no idea what my man has planned? I mean I can’t read the fucking camera’s mind. Kidd: Well then if you are worried about what you will or will not see on TV, then I will warn you in advance. Do NOT I repeat do NOT turn on the TV to watch what’s going to conspire this month in England. Starting on Uncensored, I am fixing on making an example of whoever gets in my way. Whether it will be Setala, Cell Block, Jack Suede, the popcorn guy, or your mother, I don’t care. This Show is going to make a dent into the skull of UWF! If I have to do the same thing to everyone else that I did to young Joey in order to be respected then I will bring the whole arsenal to the place. The kids don’t need to see what is going to happen. And by the way things are looking, maybe you shouldn’t either… Ooh… wrong choice of words. Starr’s eyes bug out like she wasn’t expecting that. Even Kidd looked back at what he said. He stops what he’s saying and contemplates if that’s what he wanted to say. Kidd: Baby wait… Starr: No! You said how you feel. And if you think that way maybe it’s best if you don’t keep in touch. Just remember Tyrone… I am not one of these skanky bitches, I’m your fiancé. You need to start thinking for us soon!! Or else by the time you’re ready we might not be around for it. You are becoming just like The Wrestler, Ty. But do you want to end up being just… like… Mickey Rourke? Back to current time Mickey Rourke?! Mickey FUCKIN’ Rourke!!
Those words are circulating inside the skull as his fist clenches up even harder until it look like his knuckles are going to poke out. Blood reaching up to its boiling point as he thinks about what the last thing his girl mentioned to her. Mickey Rourke’s character devoted his whole entire life to being a wrestler and nothing else. He sacrificed everything... his friends and family, and ultimately his life in order to return to the top of his career. But what makes it upsetting to Tyrone is the fact that he is nowhere near how that guy was. There the obviously fact that The Show is at least half the age of The Ram. Then there is point where Kidd is a successful man outside the ring as well. Being the Owner and CEO of his own talent agency, he is practically a millionaire. He also makes time for his family… although since he has joined up with the UWF it’s has been slightly harder. But in the end, it will all come back around according to The Show. It always has. And it always will.
In the midst of this internal rave and rant of his comes a little boy, about nine or ten years old. The kid, wearing an old Tyrone Kidd shirt under his opened jacket, walks up to the shoulder of Kidd with a picture and lightly taps him on the shoulder. This tap just breaks Kidd out of his focused state and he just slightly turns to the right. Boy: Hey Mr. Kidd. My name is Lenny and I’m a big fan. Can I have your autograph?
The boy looks right into the face of Tyrone Kidd with glee and disbelief as he pushes forward the picture. While the child smiles and waits for a response, Kidd just looks down at the picture. It’s a picture of this week Uncensored match. On the right is the sick looking “Jack of all Trade” Jack Suede. The left of the picture is the cold Nu Empire member, Cell Block. And in the middle, posing with his arm up, glasses on, and a smile on his face is the man that has more to prove in the UWF… ‘The Show’ Tyrone Kidd.
Looking dead at the picture of himself makes him remember why he’s on this plane trip to Europe. He flying seven hours away in order to continues his run to being a well respected individual in this federation. At Danger Zone, he broke through the welcoming door into the house of UWF and now it’s time to bring in his furniture and get himself settled in. In two months time, Kidd is on a journey in the ring and well as with him agency and even if there is trouble brewing on the home front… he has to still keep looking forward to the task at hand.
Kidd finally sits up and looks at the boy, who has been standing there in the aisle for about five minutes giving Kidd this blank stare and waiting for a response. He pulls a sharpie out of his breast pocket and takes the promotional picture and put a phrase right before signing it. The child looks at the picture and tries to decode the words. Boy: Thanks… for the light… at the end… of the tunnel. Tyrone Kidd. *he looks back up* Thank you, sir. I won’t ever forget this moment! As the boy runs off to show his parents what he just received, Kidd lifts a big smile from his face, grabs a pillow, and proceed to get comfortable to fall asleep as the scene fades to black. ::Scene 2:: The scene opens up hours later inside a hallway. The US Airline flight has just reach the Manchester International Airport and all of the passengers are heading toward the direction of the baggage claim to get all of their stuff. Amongst the crowd is Tyrone Kidd, who after a good night’s nap, feels a lot better than when he left the states. As he enters the baggage area, Tyrone Kidd just stops in his tracks, shakes his head and lifts a shit eating grin. Standing a couple feet ahead of him, with all of Kidd’s luggage and a sign that said “For Assholes and the clients that they manage”, is Michael Alston. Mike is a 20 year old lean baby face with slick back brown hair and very clean cut, wearing denim pants and a white long sleeved shirt. Kidd walks right up to Mike and they give each other the high five. They talk and reminisce about some little stuff before they head out to the limo to head to the hotel. Once they make it to the limo, they meet up with the driver and put the bags in the trunk. Once they get inside, they restart what they were talking about. Mike: So you think you can manage to survive these mean streets of England? They both share a couple of chuckles with each other before Kidd breaks the laughter and responds. Kidd: Yeah I think I can manage. Once I get past these Manchester United fans, I think it’s smooth sailing from there. Mike: Yeah. These guys do love David Beckham. He’s like a God over here. Kidd: The people can’t give a summary of what the Prime Minister was talking about earlier today. But they can tell you the next three games that Beckham and his Spice Girl wife will be attending. Ah! What a world! Mike: Yeah. Seems like you have something to attend to as well this coming Tuesday, don’t you? Kidd: My own little slice of wrestling pie in the Hull Arena this Tuesday. I am blessed to be apart in the reopening of Uncensored. The only problem is the two people I face. Mike: Yeah I read up on that. You’re back into another triple threat match this week. Except the two people you are dealing with are Cell Block and Jack Suede. Kidd: Yeah one person who is starting to become a decent singles star and one person, who let’s be honest, I’m not sure if he is just a bad joke or out of his mind… Mike: How is that so?? Kidd: Well… Suede, to me, is considered a “Jack of No Trade”. I have seen what he has done. He is a former champion. I watched what he had to say. He is utterly useless. He starts talking about Stanton and how he’s hurt and letting me know SPECIFICALLY that he is not Ricky Stanton. Do you know what I have to say to that? Mike looks at Kidd as if he is saying, ‘Are you going to tell me?!’ … So…?! That’s great… wonderful even. But what does that have to do with anything? What does Ricky Stanton have to do with Tyrone Kidd? Nothing. I do not care about Pretty Boy Stanton. Pretty Boy does not care about me. As a matter of fact, what the Pretty Boy SHOULD be worried about is his constant case of ass whooping that he has been receiving as of late. So I could care less about him. Kidd’s client nods in agreement as Kidd goes and grabs himself a beer out of the limo’s fridge. He takes a swig before he continues his statement What I do care about is one of the two competitors that will try and stop this storm. But let’s be honest once again. Jack Suede has nothing. He crawls out of Stanton’s ass every once in a while, waste everyone ones time and energy, then goes back in and isn’t heard of again until he’s ready to crawl back out again. Now does he really have anything to really take about? I mean he doesn’t even have a way of closing out an opponent in the ring… he just tries and uses whoever he’s facing. Suede calls it an insult… I simply call it flattery. He doesn’t have time to actually train and wrestle since he lives up Stanton’s ass. So when it’s time to come out and play, he just has enough time to try and be like who he’s facing. It’s really dull and sad. But what can you say… Tuesday he will learn what happen when you take you opponents lightly. Mike: Well what about Cell Block? Do you feel the same way for him like you do with Jack Suede? Kidd: Nah Cell has more credit in my eyes. Mike: Well he was oh so close to being the first ever Television Champion. Kidd: And he developed quite the fan base. Hell, I wanted to buy an ‘I Believe in Cell Block!’ T-Shirt. He’s an establish tag team competitor and a tag team champion. Main words… tag team. As a single wrestler, he’s not so successful. Now don’t get me wrong, Cell Block is on a roll. A huge roll and I respect that. But I am a singles wrestler first… and everything else second. I pride myself in being the best wrestling superstar that I can be. To me, it gives me the definite advantage in this match. I don’t depend on a group or another partner to make me victorious. I have these skills that I have been taught and perfected enough to stay just one step ahead. Kidd finishes up his beer and starts to give Michael a much more serious look. I am The SHOW… singular. Not “The Shows”… or “the Group of Shows”. I am “The SHOW” TYRONE KIDD! I do not work for ‘pizzaz’… I work for perfection. I work to make sure that when you see the next card, and you’re facing Tyrone Kidd, that you know… without a shadow of a doubt… that I looking to win by any means necessary. I am success… and success is me. I am going to once again show the wrestling world… that no matter who Glenn Legend or Chris Latta put in front me… no matter how big of a wall they put in front of me… I WILL knock it down! And that, my little star in training, is not a THREAT… BUT A PROMISE!! Mike: Speaking about promises… what are you promising to do to my career so I can be successful in my acting career in the U.S.? Just as soon as he finishes that question, they finally get to the hotel that Kidd is going to be at. The car comes to a halt as Michael looks upset as he assumes that his question will not be answered. Kidd just smiles and laughs at him as he heads out of the limo. He turns around and looks back at his client. Kidd: Mikey. I have got big plans in stores for you. You are going to do fine but you have to be ready to take a blind step forward. Kidd moves up and they slap hands as he about to leave. The future is in The Star, my boy.
Kidd shuts the door and grabs his luggage to head inside as the limo drive off and the scene ends.
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