Post by erickennedy on Jan 5, 2007 5:51:29 GMT -5
Scene:
The scene opens up inside the locker room of King Kennedy. Kennedy is standing across the room facing several metal lockers, still fixing up his tuxedo. He puts on a red tie to go with his black tuxedo and white button up shirt. He turns around after putting on the tie and sits on a small wooden stool. He picks up a pair of fancy black dress shoes and puts them on. After he ties the laces, he lets out a long yawn, than looks down at his silver presidential rolex watch. He looks up at the ceiling and taps his foot impatiently. Than a knock at the door. Kennedy doesnt notice it at first, but the second time the person outside knocks, Kennedy quickly snaps back into reality and yells for the person to come inside. The door opens and Tim Ryan walks in, wearing a black GWC collar t-shirt, denim jeans, and a pair of black Nikes. Kennedy stands up from the stool and extends a hand to Tim Ryan. They shake hands and Kennedy again looks down at his watch.
Kennedy:
Running a little late arent we? I was told I would be able to come out to the ring at 7:30 exactly, but now its almost 7:35! I swear, people cant get their stuff straight around here. Anyways, are we ready to roll now? Or do I have to wait another five minutes? Because if I do, I swear Im in my limo and out of this arena! I dont wait for anyone!
Tim Ryan:
Sorry about that Sir, the last match took a little longer than expected, I promise it won't happen again, Ill go straight to the General Manager and talk to him about it. We wouldnt want to make one of our top superstars here mad, would we? And yes, you may now go to the ring for your presentation. I wish you the best of luck Sir in your upcoming tournament.
Kennedy:
Luck? Ha! Since when does The King need luck? I have this tournament won already, but I have to go through this stupid tournament anyways. Why cant they just be smart and realize Im the best thing on the market and hand me the World Title like it is supposed to be? Anywho, Ill meet you back here later after my in-ring appearance. You can wait on me in here.
Scene:
Tim Ryan nods and takes a seat on the white leather sofa. Kennedy walks out of his locker room, closing the door softly behind him. He walks slowly towards the entrance ramp. As he reaches the curtain backstage that leads to the ramp, Kings Collide by Godsmack begins to play softly over the PA System. The crowd erupts in boos right away as Kennedy walks out on the stage. He looks around at the crowd with a large smile on his face. He than walks down the aisle, taking his time to stop and shout insults at fans along the way. He than walks up the ring steps and onto the apron, than steps through the middle rope into the ring. The announcer walks over to him and hands him a microphone. Kings Collide slowly stops playing over the PA System.
Kennedy:
Yes, Im glad to see you all too! Isnt it great that a King like myself has finally arrived here? Yes it is, I knew you all would be grateful, and Im grateful that I can finally demonstrate again what a good wrestling match is like. So, as you all heard, Ive been placed in a group of three other wrestlers who will be competing in a qualifiying match, this week I get to face a midget by the name of Jucain, and Im pretty sure Ill be facing Skyler Striker next week, since that boy has some talent I havent seen in a long time. So all in all its going to boil down to me and Skyler next week, and may the better man come out on top. But this week, this week I get Jucain. Just the first of many who will end up falling victim to the King. After Im through with midget man, he will be bowing at my feet, begging me for mercy. You know, would you people answer me a question, because I cant exactly figure this out. Since when did pro wrestling let midgets in? Jucain, you need to be at least 6 feet tall to ride this ride. And well, your not, so what the hell are you doing here? Im most likely going to have to wrestle you on my knees for you to have any chance whatsoever. I mean, seriously, I have the size advantage, I have the strength advantage, and Im no slow guy either. You on the other hand, your a version of Mini-Me, sure your probably a tad faster than me, and strength, lets not even get on that subject. I can lift your scrony ass over my head with one finger if I felt like it. Where you would wreck your spine trying to lift me up. Aside from that, look at you. Your worthless, the way you dress, lets just say Ive seen bums who dress better than you. Ill have to bring some deo spray with me and spray you down with it first before our match because I really dont feel like passing out due to your awful stench. Jucain, you claim I am not a real king? How would you know what royalty is? You dont, thats the plain and simple fact. I have more money than I care to count, I have a huge palace, the best furniture a man could ask for, I have the ladies, and I am a hall of famer in the A.W.A. You could only wish that you were as good as me, that you lived the lifestyle that I live. But I might act like a snotty stuck up arrogant man. Which ok, I admit I am, but in that ring Wednesday, your going to see the true side of me. The aggressive, explosive, extreme side of the King. The side that you will regret ever knowing. I hope you bring plenty of asprin to the ring, because after Im through with you, your going to need the whole bottle. I think Ive said enough now, Jucawho, Ill see you on wednesday, prepare for your elimination from the World Title contendership.
