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Training for the Match / I am the One!
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Scene 1
The scene opens up where we last left Tyrone Kidd, at the Ramada Manchester Piccadilly Hotel. It’s a decent day outside, with partly clouded skies and cool breeze. A bunch of US tourists are driving around in a one of the tour buses celebrating the UWF European Tour. Meanwhile on the streets, a group of wrestlers are walking around meeting and greeting people, some are even signing autographs. Although it wasn’t meant to be some type of fan interaction event, it looks like wrestlers are getting into doing something for their English fans. It is a good way to start the month in England and it’s just a sign of thing to come
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It might be 12pm in Manchester but it might as well be five of clock in the morning. Inside the luxury suite is your friendly neighborhood showstoppa sitting up on his king size bed. Just waking up not too long ago, he looks up to the ceiling while he stretches, cursing the skies for this dreaded time change. As he sits up, he grabs the remote on the end table next to the bed and turns on the TV to see whats on the tube today. After a bunch of channel surfing, he stops on the beginning of what seems like the beginning of an old All Black versus England rugby game. Kidd moves forward as they look like they are starting the game with their native ritual chant… the Haka. The team starts getting into the position and they start chanting, slapping their thighs and making movements. Chant: Ka mate! Ka mate! Ka ora! Ka mate! Ka mate! Ka ora! With a smile on his face, Kidd starts to mimic the Samoan movements… without getting out of the bed. At the end of the rant he sticks out his tongue, mainly because it’s fun to do. He laughs to himself when all is said and done. This is what I get for watching Deadliest Warrior. Kidd changes the channel some more and stops again at the UWF channel. Who knew they had one of these over here? Oh wait... I forgot Glenn is British… Oops. He goes to the on demand feature to check on anything new sent in for his match up against his two opponents. At first, he checks up on the Havoc Report with Tyler and Cell Block. Kidd looks at it with an open mind, doing his visual scouting and listening to want exactly Cell is talking about in this match. Minutes later, he looks at the next piece of Jack Suede’s trash. Kidd rolls his eyes as he pushes play on his digital cable box. The promo starts at it’s just exactly how The Show expects it to be… boring. Nothing real big said just a lot of digs and small talk. Tyrone almost goes to sleep but yet is able to stay up long enough to watch it end. So let’s see. We have Johnny Carson on one side and this waste of precious oxygen on the other. Sheesh! Thank God his promos aren’t really that long. I don’t think I could take that any longer of his jabber. This match should be a good one for the road. Well… this gives me fuel for my interview later on tonight. Now it’s time to get ready for my workout for the match. Kidd gets up from his bed and head to the outside of the bedroom. Wearing a pair of white and black shorts with a white tanktop to match, he walks to the television set where there is a big plastic bag on the corner. He picks up the bag and pulls out … … a Nintendo Wii. He begins to set it up behind the TV and places the system on the floor of the suite. Once that is said and done, he goes back into the bag and pulls out what seems like the source of what he is going to be working out with. From inside the bag is a white box of its own is a Wii Fit. He drops the bag on the ground as he puts together the ensemble and sets it up angled it parallel with the TV screen. He pushes away some of the furniture and lightly touches the side of the board where a button is poked out of it. The system turns on and with a push of the remote the Wii Fit game is starting up. Well Starr and my daughter say that this is a good way to get a quick workout. I hope this works out for my triple threat match.
The first thing it does is to make them a digitalize version of himself. He makes a dark skin individual with dreadlocks, a goatee, shorts/orange shirt combo, and sun glasses. The next thing it asks for your height and age. Thinking that this is an easy task, he enters the information. He is six feet four inches and twenty-eight years old. After that it tells you to step on the scale in order to get the weight. The first thing he does is change the weight from kilometers to pounds and then he step confidently on the Wii board. The TV screen turns white as the board calculates the weight. After a few seconds, it asks how about much does the clothes he is wearing weigh. Looking down he picks the lowest option available and press continue.
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Once it calculates the weight, the screen shows a Body Mass Index (BMI) chart. There is a thermometer chart with the number going from 0.0 to 50.0. Magically the line with Kidd’s BMI is shown as it moves up. It finally stop and Kidd looks surprised at his results. Game: That’s obese!! The BMI scale stops at 31.46 with his weight being 245 lbs. Kidd looks at it with angry intentions as he hears the computer literally mock his weight. Are you fuckin’ serious?! What the fuck do you mean I’m obese?! I’m two hundred and fourty plus pounds of muscle! Yet this bullshit wants to sit here and tell me I’m fat! This is ridiculous! Pshh!! Kidd presses the continue button and moves on. The next thing it works on is figuring Kidd’s “Wii Fit Age”. To do so, it tells Kidd that they have to do a couple of test to go through. The first test is a simple walk. The directions say to walk in place twenty times to see if you can balance your weight on your feet. The test starts and he begins to walk in place. Is this all it has to challenge me. How does think help me get ready for my match against these two?! Oh well I’ll keep trying. Once he reaches the twenty mark, he smiles with assurance waiting for the results. Sure enough it goes well with an 80 average. As he waits for the next test, he figures it would probably be as easy as the first. The test is ready and the words ‘Single-Leg Balance’ test show up. Uh Oh. Trying to one up the test, Kidd moves the board close to the wall and leans on it with his right hand while stand on his right leg. The test begins and he tries his best to not lose any balance while doing it. After about 10 seconds, he lets go of the wall and tries to see if he can stay on one leg. Tyrone starts swaying left and right as he is trying to withstand the whole twenty seconds left to finishes the test. Just when it reaches five seconds left on the timer, Kidd leg gives way and down tips Tyrone to the floor. With a big ‘THUD!!’, he is able to move his back and just land on his back to reduce the pain he would have felt. None the less the tests finish up… and Kidd waits on the ground until the computer can calculate a proper age. Finally it comes up with an age… and it’s … 50!! Twenty two years older than what Kidd is now. The look on his face is one of an irate employee. This is bullshit. What the hell is this going to do to help with this match on Tuesday?! Maybe this can get me through Jack Suede. Shit, I could probably lie down and sleep and still be able to beat Jack Suede with one hand behind my back. But to beat Cell Block and Suede, I need to do something more than stand on one fuckin’ leg. But I have this interview in a couple of hours to go to… DAMN! Oh well I can wait until after this thing. Kidd gets up and brushes himself off. He walks to the bathroom to take a shower and the scene ends. Scene 2 Cameras are finishing being set up in the hotel’s restaurant area as in it being transform into a conference room that is conducting Kidd’s interview. Hundreds of fans and new reporters are set up on the chair in anticipation for the man of honor. On top of the stage is UWF reporter Nicola Turner, sitting in one of the two chairs on the stage. She is finishing up getting her makeup done and the people in the booth outside of the hotel are telling her that it’s time to start it up. The crew jump off the stage, as Nicola fixes her hair and gets ready for the camera to get ready. The music is cued as she grabs the mic from under her seat and presses it to her lips. Nicola: Welcome UWF fans, we are here from the Ramada Hotel in Manchester, England. I am Nicola Turner and tonight my guest will be a guy who is turning head in the company recently. Ladies and gentlemen… please welcome Tyrone Kidd. ‘My Last Breathe’ starts to play as Tyrone Kidd walks out of the hallway, wearing a white customized suit tailored down the shoes. He steps up onto the stage and takes a seat right across from his reporter. The stagehand help put a microphone headset on Kidd. Kidd slouches in his seat as he gets ready to answer whatever the UWF fans and reporter have to stay. Nicola: It’s nice to finally meet you, Tyrone. Kidd: Yeah. I apologize that I haven’t done an official interview for the UWF. I have had a couple things standing in the way at the moment and I didn’t have the time to actually sit down. So since I’m at the hotel on the International Tour, I figure this would be a good time to get to know Tyrone Kidd. Up close and personal. Nicola: Well I guess I can start with the obvious question. What are your thoughts on the UWF so far? Kidd: Honestly. I feel so at home with these guys. There are so many personalities that are blended in to make one huge insane asylum ran by an interesting young gentleman named Glenn Legend. This place is the perfect spot made to escalate my career tenfold and show that I am not just another pretty face. The stars of the UWF are taking notice and I have only begun to show what I can do. It has only begun. Nicola: This Tuesday, you are going to be put to test what many seem as a test when you are in the ring with Nu Empire member Cell Block and longtime Stanton employee… Jack Suede. Both of them have held gold before in this federation but yet as we seen a couple days ago… you don’t look nervous of any sort. Why is that? Kidd: Well this morning as I woke up… I went to check up on my competition to see what my opponents have to say to my comments as of late. Now we have two people of two very different styles but yet they have one common similarity that I have notice in their choice words. Nicola: What do you mean? What kind of similarities can they possibly have? Kidd: Don’t get over anxious my dear. I will explain. The paparazzi lean forward as they wait for Kidd to explain himself. Kidd: Now look at my one opponent… Cell Block is Nu Empire member and fellow tag team champion with Duke. He acts like he’s so cool, calm, and collective. Like nothing ever bothers him in the UWF. Even when he lost in the finals of the Television Title tournament, he’s able to kiss and make up with Tyler Havoc. He’s on the Havoc report, laughing and making jokes about everything like nothing ever happened. Haha. The funny thing is that something did happen. The high horse that you rode on coming into that tournament that you were in a couple weeks ago… it’s good and over now. It’s about time to come back to reality… hard. Everyone wants to tell ME that this isn’t the minor leagues anymore?! Someone needs to tell this to Cell Block. Because I am not like any of these victims that you face… I am the real deal, son. I am two hundred and forty pounds of in your face in the ring across from you. I will be your biggest challenge that for certain… but do you have what it take to take a victory away from The Show… I think not, sir. Nicola: What about your other opponent… Jack Suede? Kidd: Who? Nicola: Jack Suede… member of Stanton Enterprise…? Kidd: Oh that little twerp?! The little guy that walks around like he’s a wrestling version of Boy George?! Why do I have to worry about him?! Because he once again refuses to give me the credit I deserve. The guy thinks because he won the InterContinental title ONCE in his career here in UWF that he is someone. So... Anybody can do anything once. Varinoom or Ravi Moon… whatever his name is. He beat King of Sting… once. Andy Tits. He became the Women’s Champion… once. I even took a shit… right before I came on the stage… once. My point is that anything can happen to anyone at least once in a lifetime. It doesn’t make you better. It doesn’t make you great. It actually just might make you lucky. But who am I to judge, eh? Kidd motions to the camera to zoom up to his face. Kidd: Now Suede you say you are a smart guy. Harvard Grad, right? Yet for someone who is soooo smart and too clever for me and Cell Block… how come all you do all day is take orders from Ricky Stanton? Shouldn’t you be your own made men? At the end of the day Jack, no matter what you can spew from your lips, your actions talk leaps and bounds to what you are saying. You walk around Stanton Enterprises, go get your boss his coffee and take his order, and when you do wrestle… you are not taken seriously enough to even train for. My three year old daughter can give me better competition than you and that’s a fact. The cameraman zooms back as the turn to Nicola, who is sort of confused. Nicola: Tyrone Kidd. I can understand all that you have said but you have yet to explain to me how these two gentlemen are alike? Kidd: Oh… I guess that I haven’t. Well that is elementary, my dear Nicola? You see all week these two have been able to talk a lot about what they are gonna do and what they bring to the match on UnCensored. But there is one thing that they forget. The third man. I don’t need to be on a roll in order to make a statement. I am the statement. I am Tyrone Kidd and you two should be focused on what I can and will be able to do in the ring. You both are underestimating me, whether it’s voluntary or involuntary. I am going to prove on Tuesday that I am better than what you guys think. I am and will prove that I AM THE SHOW…. And you ain’t seen nothing yet. Cell Block… Jack Suede… You will know. WHY I SAY… WHAT I SAY… WHEN I SAY… IT’S SHOWTIME!!! Kidd looks into Nicola’s eyes and pouts his lips. Kidd: I’m sorry but I have to cut this short. I have a meeting that I need to attend to.
Kidd takes off his headset and heads down the stage as Nicola looks at him with a look of surprise as the scene fades to black.
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