Post by erickennedy on Jan 6, 2007 6:10:29 GMT -5
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The scene opens up inside the backstage area of an unknown wrestling arena in Anaheim, California. The camera pans around, showing many wrestling officials and backstage crew working on setting things up for the nights event. A locker room door opens at the far end of the hallway and Eric Kennedy walks out wearing blue denim jeans, a black sleeveless shirt, black Nike Air Force Ones, and sporty silver sunglasses. The look on his face seems to say that he is very aggrovated. He walks straight past the cameraman, headed for the ring. As his music plays, the fans immiediatly start to boo. Kennedy walks out from the backstage area heading to the ring without bothering to stop and insult the fans. He climbs up the ring steps and quickly enters the ring. He walks over to the announcer in the far corner and snatches the mic out of his hand. He walks to the middle of the ring and looks around at the crowd.
Kennedy:
I'm not going to start on how great I am right now, no. I have more important issues to address tonight. Some midget that has a very big mouth seems to be opening it up against the wrong man. Me. Jucain, you run around here claiming that Ive already lost this match? You claim that I have no servants under my control? Both points you are very wrong. Hell, if your mom saw me, she'd run up to me begging to be able to work for me. I have more people under my control than you can ever possibly imagine. Oh, and Ive lost this match already? You have no idea what is coming to you, do you? I was just going to beat your ass and get it over with quickly, but now youve aggrovated me. Now Im going to have to teach you a serious lesson. Dont Piss Me Off! Instead of just ending the match early for you and spare you a lot of pain, now Ive changed my mind, Im going to tear into you and not stop until I just get too tired to beat on you. You also claim that because I "underestimate" you, that I will lose. All I have to know is your size, weight, and attitude to know who will have the upperhand in this match. You run your mouth far too much, do you realize that? Like the old saying goes, your all bluff, and no stuff. Oh, and trust me, all I need to bring to the ring is myself in order to win this. I have ... my special ways to win. Trust me, hahaha. You will see my true side very soon.
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Kennedy motions over to Tim Ryan who is sitting in a chair outside of the ring. Ryan nods and stands up, grabbing a black bag and a microphone. He walks inside of the ring and stands in front of Kennedy, setting the bag down infront of him. Kennedy bends over and unties the bag. He pulls the bag open and a huge grin comes over his face. He reaches inside of the bag and pulls out a metal silver and gold scepter. He rests the end of it against his shoulder, holding the other side in his hand.
Kennedy:
Like I said, I have my special ways to win. If things get tight in there, which Im thinking they wont. Well, youll get to meet my scepter up close and personal. Hell, after I pin your ass 1.2.3. in the middle of the ring, no matter what methods I have to use to win, youll be getting a good view of my scepter anyways. Because you decide to run your mouth off at me, Im going to be sure that I put an end to it. I wonder how midgets eat when they have no teeth left in their mouth? I mean, I guess you have to eat soup through a straw for quite a while. Im also doubting someone from a shabby trailer park in the middle of a trash dump site can really afford dentures. Ric Flair might be the dirtiest player in the game, well, he WAS the dirtiest player in the game. I AM the dirtiest player in the game, the new and improved ring tactician. Also, about the thing that you said, I wont know who my next opponent wont be? I will bet you, well, I take that back. I cant bet you anything, because nothing you have I really want. But I put my money on Skyler Striker, someone who has talent, someone who has charisma, and someone who is much like myself, a very successful competitor. Skyler is the only other person I can really call a superstar here, besides myself.
Tim Ryan:
So King Kennedy, you are guaranteeing a victory this week against Jucain? You guarantee that you will win this by hook or crook?
Kennedy:
Do you seriously think Id come out here and say, "Oh, Jucawho is going to whoop my ass! Im so scared! Please Jucawho, take it easy on me!" Of course I am guaranteeing that I will win this match. This idiot can do nothing but run his mouth. Attempting to Insult me to death isnt going to win him any matches, its just going to result in him getting a worse ass whooping than he already had coming to him. I suggest to him that he bring some stilts with him so he can actually be as tall as me. I mean, how is he planning to hit me in the face? Grab a jet pack and fly around the ring? Seriously Jucawho, you need to find a solution for your height difference, because if you dont, let me say two words: "Lights Out!" Im not sure if I can hit you with the Code Red due to you being so small, Id have to be on my knees to hook you up in that. But the Dropout, the Crash Landing, that you are more than perfect size for. Ha! Id fly with you almost to the other side of the ring with the Crash Landing, possibly breaking every single rib in your body in the process. You pity me? I pity you Jucawho, for you do not realize this is most likely the end of your career in the GWC, hell, all of wrestling together. After Im done with you, youll be working in McDonalds again, wishing you had taken my advice to not show up for our match. But stubborn midgets like you just cant take a hint. Thats cool with me, Ill make the point very clear to you at Assault. And Tim Ryan, its time, let the show get started.
Tim Ryan:
Ladies and Gentlemen, we have a special treat for you tonight! For tonight only, there is an Open Invitational for any superstar back there in the I.C.W. locker room who wishes to face King Kennedy. The match is won by pinfall, submission, countout, or disqualification, so normal wrestling rules apply. Now who in the back wishes to face off against the legendary King of wrestling?
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A wrestler wearing red wrestling trunks and a black reebok t-shirt walks out onto the entrance ramp, someone only known really to the ICW fans. The crowd goes wild cheering for this guy, he smiles and points to several places in the crowd and than runs to the ring. He slides in under the bottom rope and walks up to Kennedy, standing toe to toe with him. Kennedy looks down at him and lets out a slight chuckle, and than an evil grin.
Kennedy:
So, you think you have what it takes to beat me kid? Ok, at least you have some guts to show your hideous face out here. Look at those clothes your wearing, I mean, not only are you a fat slob, you wear the most ridicuolus clothes Ive ever seen in my life. You cant possibly call that wrestling clothes. So whats your name kid?
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Right before he says his name Kennedy kicks him in the gut and nails him with an exploder suplex. He picks the guy up by the hair and whips him into the ropes. As the guy comes back he ducks under a clothesline from Kennedy and dropkicks him in the back. Kennedy falls into the ropes and bounces back, nearly decapitating the guy with a high impact clothesline. Just than the bell first rings. Kennedy picks the guys limp body off the canvas and hooks him around his chest. He picks him up into the air and delivers one of his favorite trademark moves, a release northern lights suplex. The guy holds his back and screams in agony, Kennedy ignores the guys anguish and picks him up again. He again hooks him around the chest and than flips him onto his shoulders, nailing him with the Dropout. The guy, whos head is now bleeding like a stuck pig, lays flat on his back, out cold. Kennedy again doesnt care and picks him up. He holds him up by than throat and than leaps in the air, delivering the Code Red to him. Again, Kennedy picks him up by the hair and places him ontop of his shoulder. Kennedy walks over to the turnbuckle and sets him ontop of it. The King than climbs up and places the guy over both shoulders as if he were going for a Death Valley Driver. Kennedy than jumps forward and delivers the Crash Landing to him. Eric Kennedy than stands up above the guy and smiles. He places one foot ontop of his chest and Tim Ryan counts. 1...2...3... The bell sounds.
Tim Ryan:
And the winner of the Open Invitational, The King Eric Kenneeedddyyyy!
Kennedy:
Take a good look at this pathetic human Jucawho. Because this is how your going to look after our match. Flat on your back, bleeding profuesly. Jucawho, if you think Im such a joker, think again. Your time will come in a few days, I will put you through the worst hell that you have ever experienced in your life. Trust me, you will be feeling the results of this match for many months. Not only because of your physical wounds, but your mental ones as well, due to the fact that your so dependent on these fans to cheer you on. I dont give half of a damn about every person in this crowd, nor the millions of GWC fans around the world. They dont play a role in my victories, they never have. They just sit around and pray that they could one day be like me, but they never will. They sit there and eat hotdogs, popcorn, and drink coke and beer. Not to mention that most are acne covered whom would frighten even King Kong and Godzilla. This is your final notice, no, your last chance, if you show up, your career is going to be shortened ... a lot!
