Post by Kennedy, Mr on Apr 29, 2010 8:03:25 GMT -5
After a small commercial break the camera goes to Shane McMahon's office where Ken Kennedy, or Mister Kennedy to you, was standing on the opposite side of his desk. A very disgruntled look was on his face, still not happy about his loss.
Kennedy: Is it you that hire these morons or is it Stephanie. Because what happened out there was complete BS. I twitched, hell it was barely even a flinch. And suddenly I'm submitting to a no name? No, everyone saw it, you saw it yourself Shane. The referee was an idiot.
Shane: Well if that was a twitch then you have one hell of a problem. The "twitch" I saw clearly looked like a tap out to me. But hey I wasn't in your position so who am I to judge. I mean we only had 5 cameras that all caught different angles of the shot. In every one of them your "twitch" looked like a tap out. But if your half the athlete you say you are....
Kennedy: Oh you're damn right I am.
Shane: Well, then you'll have no problem EARNING a future Intercontinental championship match against Shawn Winters. Maybe if you win your upcoming match I'll consider you for the Championship Scramble.
Kennedy: You know, this whole championship scramble thing sounds like a joke. You're just gonna pick 5 guys depending on "how they do" in the ring? So what happens if I get another bullshit decision thrown my way. Am I out of the match because the referee fails to do his job?
Shane: I base it more than on winners and losers. I base it on performance. The better you perform, the harder you work. The better your chances of succeeding. That's not just for the scramble matches, that's for any future title matches. We're not just gonna hand title matches over to anybody. Only the best of the best deserve to hold gold because that's the point of championships in the first place.
Kennedy: Okay fine, so I'll throw a few tricks your way while I'm beating the crap out of this Outlaw guy. You are some piece of work Shane. Getting all of these people off the independents and thinking you're going to turn them into the next big star. You're looking at the next big star and his name is MISSSSSTTTTTAAAAAAHHHH.......
Shane: Kennedy, would you keep it down. I've got a lot of work to do so if you want to rant then do it in the ring. Otherwise shut your trap.
Kennedy: Shut my trap? Shut my trap? No, not until I'm dead!
Kennedy turns and storms out of the office leaving Shane to only shake his head. It's been quite a busy couple of weeks for the WWE. It's only been re-opened for roughly three weeks and already all kinds of chaos has been happening all over the place. None of that mattered to Kennedy though, all he cared about was getting the respect he deserved. To be treated like the star he knew he was. Everyone always said "injury prone, injury prone". Look at Edge, he's injured nearly every year. Same goes for Rey Mysterio, Triple H has had more than one injury. Why a superstar like Kennedy is the one who suddenly gets hit with the bad luck stick he'll never know. Quite frankly he could careless what anyone thought. He was going to show everyone just how big of a superstar he is. And if he has to work from the bottom of the card then so be it. It'll just be more idiots who get laid out by the one and only MISSSSSTTTAAAAAAHHHHH KEN-NE-DY! Sorry no echo on this one, just a bit of hall reverb.
JR and Tazz are sitting in their comfy ringside position. Of course at this point they start talking.
JR: I can't believe Kennedy is still going on about his loss last week. I think there comes a time when you've got to say you weren't the better man and move on.
Tazz: No doubt about it JR. Kennedy.........Kennedy, has been frustrated all week since losing the match. He was hoping for his first taste of gold. But unfortunately for him it didn't happen.
JR: Well this week, Kennedy takes on Outlaw a guy we don't know much about. But I'm hoping he'll be a guy to give Kennedy a run for his money.
"KENNEDY!"
The crowd erupts in boos as Kennedy's music starts playing over the arena. Soon he walks out onto the stage, still carrying the disgruntled look he had earlier. He quickly makes his way down the ramp and climbs into the ring, positioning himself square in the center to reach and grab his microphone as it falls. Soon after his music stops and instead of talking right away, he is interrupted by the thousands of people in the crowd chanting "you tapped out, you tapped out, you tapped out...." He looks around the crowd, glaring at each and every individual. He clears his throat, only getting boos as a response, followed by more chanting. "You tapped out, you tapped out, you tapped out." He clears his throat again, this time louder, more edgier. Again the boos continue. Finally he opens his mouth.
Kennedy: I know you people are freakin' morons but give me a break here.
The crowd boos again but Kennedy quickly intervenes.
Kennedy: And by the way. No I did not tap out. The referee was an idiot. Shawn Winters got lucky. Let me say it again, Shawn Winters got lucky. How about a third time. Shawn Winters......got......lucky. You all saw what happened. I didn't tap. The referee was too dumb to realize that, and therefore I am not standing here with the Intercontinental Championship. However, on Night of Champions. You will indeed be seeing a night of Champions. Because I will reveal to you. A championship belt that I created myself. A championship to start making everyone realize how much of a champion I am. And say what you will, I'm pretty sure. No, I know for a fact that I deserve a championship. Until management and you idiots realize it. I guess I'll have to have a championship on my own terms. A belt designed specifically for me. A belt entitled, Champion of Champions. It fits me perfectly don't you think?
The crowd boos again only making Kennedy nod his head.
Kennedy: And jealousy has taken over this crowd I see. Jealous because you all know the truth and won't admit it is that right? Jealous because you're looking at a real champion and not some phony like Shawn Winters, or JC Styles. As far as I'm concerned, make that singles match a three way because everyone knows I'm the real Champion around these parts. Argue if you will but you will surely lose. Just like tonight, when I take on Outlaw. Outlaw? Who in the hell is Outlaw? I'll tell you who Outlaw is. He's yesterdays news. Actually, make that never any news. Just another bum off the streets that Shane hired because he thinks this company needs fresh starts and yadda yadda freakin' yadda. You're starting to disappoint me Shane. I'm starting to realize that you're just as delusional as your father was. Or maybe I've got the story wrong. Maybe you're making last week up to me by giving me an easy match this week. Is that it Shane? It has to be, cause I can't understand for a minute why else you would be wasting my time by putting me in a match with this Outlaw character. I can understand your compassion. Your want to give this homeless guy a job, a life off the street. Away from his drugs and his petty gangs. But putting him in the ring with the single greatest athlete in the world. We'll that's career genocide. It doesn't take a genius to realize that Outlaw is nowhere near my league. These idiots out here could probably even figure it out. As far as I'm concerned, Outlaw you may as well stay home for this one. Live to fight another day as the saying goes. Because one guy got away from the grip of Kennedy. Which is the referee's fault of course. But for me to let two guys get away? Now that would be horrendous on my part. And that's something I don't deal in. As far as I'm concerned Outlaw, you're just another chunk of meat being thrown into the lions den. And who is that lion. You're looking at him. The most ferocious king of these parts is yours truly. MIIISSSSTTTAAAAAHHHHH......
However before he can finish his catchphrase. ___________'s music begins to play.
TBC by Outlaw or anyone who feels like getting a storyline started.
Kennedy: Is it you that hire these morons or is it Stephanie. Because what happened out there was complete BS. I twitched, hell it was barely even a flinch. And suddenly I'm submitting to a no name? No, everyone saw it, you saw it yourself Shane. The referee was an idiot.
Shane: Well if that was a twitch then you have one hell of a problem. The "twitch" I saw clearly looked like a tap out to me. But hey I wasn't in your position so who am I to judge. I mean we only had 5 cameras that all caught different angles of the shot. In every one of them your "twitch" looked like a tap out. But if your half the athlete you say you are....
Kennedy: Oh you're damn right I am.
Shane: Well, then you'll have no problem EARNING a future Intercontinental championship match against Shawn Winters. Maybe if you win your upcoming match I'll consider you for the Championship Scramble.
Kennedy: You know, this whole championship scramble thing sounds like a joke. You're just gonna pick 5 guys depending on "how they do" in the ring? So what happens if I get another bullshit decision thrown my way. Am I out of the match because the referee fails to do his job?
Shane: I base it more than on winners and losers. I base it on performance. The better you perform, the harder you work. The better your chances of succeeding. That's not just for the scramble matches, that's for any future title matches. We're not just gonna hand title matches over to anybody. Only the best of the best deserve to hold gold because that's the point of championships in the first place.
Kennedy: Okay fine, so I'll throw a few tricks your way while I'm beating the crap out of this Outlaw guy. You are some piece of work Shane. Getting all of these people off the independents and thinking you're going to turn them into the next big star. You're looking at the next big star and his name is MISSSSSTTTTTAAAAAAHHHH.......
Shane: Kennedy, would you keep it down. I've got a lot of work to do so if you want to rant then do it in the ring. Otherwise shut your trap.
Kennedy: Shut my trap? Shut my trap? No, not until I'm dead!
Kennedy turns and storms out of the office leaving Shane to only shake his head. It's been quite a busy couple of weeks for the WWE. It's only been re-opened for roughly three weeks and already all kinds of chaos has been happening all over the place. None of that mattered to Kennedy though, all he cared about was getting the respect he deserved. To be treated like the star he knew he was. Everyone always said "injury prone, injury prone". Look at Edge, he's injured nearly every year. Same goes for Rey Mysterio, Triple H has had more than one injury. Why a superstar like Kennedy is the one who suddenly gets hit with the bad luck stick he'll never know. Quite frankly he could careless what anyone thought. He was going to show everyone just how big of a superstar he is. And if he has to work from the bottom of the card then so be it. It'll just be more idiots who get laid out by the one and only MISSSSSTTTAAAAAAHHHHH KEN-NE-DY! Sorry no echo on this one, just a bit of hall reverb.
JR and Tazz are sitting in their comfy ringside position. Of course at this point they start talking.
JR: I can't believe Kennedy is still going on about his loss last week. I think there comes a time when you've got to say you weren't the better man and move on.
Tazz: No doubt about it JR. Kennedy.........Kennedy, has been frustrated all week since losing the match. He was hoping for his first taste of gold. But unfortunately for him it didn't happen.
JR: Well this week, Kennedy takes on Outlaw a guy we don't know much about. But I'm hoping he'll be a guy to give Kennedy a run for his money.
"KENNEDY!"
The crowd erupts in boos as Kennedy's music starts playing over the arena. Soon he walks out onto the stage, still carrying the disgruntled look he had earlier. He quickly makes his way down the ramp and climbs into the ring, positioning himself square in the center to reach and grab his microphone as it falls. Soon after his music stops and instead of talking right away, he is interrupted by the thousands of people in the crowd chanting "you tapped out, you tapped out, you tapped out...." He looks around the crowd, glaring at each and every individual. He clears his throat, only getting boos as a response, followed by more chanting. "You tapped out, you tapped out, you tapped out." He clears his throat again, this time louder, more edgier. Again the boos continue. Finally he opens his mouth.
Kennedy: I know you people are freakin' morons but give me a break here.
The crowd boos again but Kennedy quickly intervenes.
Kennedy: And by the way. No I did not tap out. The referee was an idiot. Shawn Winters got lucky. Let me say it again, Shawn Winters got lucky. How about a third time. Shawn Winters......got......lucky. You all saw what happened. I didn't tap. The referee was too dumb to realize that, and therefore I am not standing here with the Intercontinental Championship. However, on Night of Champions. You will indeed be seeing a night of Champions. Because I will reveal to you. A championship belt that I created myself. A championship to start making everyone realize how much of a champion I am. And say what you will, I'm pretty sure. No, I know for a fact that I deserve a championship. Until management and you idiots realize it. I guess I'll have to have a championship on my own terms. A belt designed specifically for me. A belt entitled, Champion of Champions. It fits me perfectly don't you think?
The crowd boos again only making Kennedy nod his head.
Kennedy: And jealousy has taken over this crowd I see. Jealous because you all know the truth and won't admit it is that right? Jealous because you're looking at a real champion and not some phony like Shawn Winters, or JC Styles. As far as I'm concerned, make that singles match a three way because everyone knows I'm the real Champion around these parts. Argue if you will but you will surely lose. Just like tonight, when I take on Outlaw. Outlaw? Who in the hell is Outlaw? I'll tell you who Outlaw is. He's yesterdays news. Actually, make that never any news. Just another bum off the streets that Shane hired because he thinks this company needs fresh starts and yadda yadda freakin' yadda. You're starting to disappoint me Shane. I'm starting to realize that you're just as delusional as your father was. Or maybe I've got the story wrong. Maybe you're making last week up to me by giving me an easy match this week. Is that it Shane? It has to be, cause I can't understand for a minute why else you would be wasting my time by putting me in a match with this Outlaw character. I can understand your compassion. Your want to give this homeless guy a job, a life off the street. Away from his drugs and his petty gangs. But putting him in the ring with the single greatest athlete in the world. We'll that's career genocide. It doesn't take a genius to realize that Outlaw is nowhere near my league. These idiots out here could probably even figure it out. As far as I'm concerned, Outlaw you may as well stay home for this one. Live to fight another day as the saying goes. Because one guy got away from the grip of Kennedy. Which is the referee's fault of course. But for me to let two guys get away? Now that would be horrendous on my part. And that's something I don't deal in. As far as I'm concerned Outlaw, you're just another chunk of meat being thrown into the lions den. And who is that lion. You're looking at him. The most ferocious king of these parts is yours truly. MIIISSSSTTTAAAAAHHHHH......
However before he can finish his catchphrase. ___________'s music begins to play.
TBC by Outlaw or anyone who feels like getting a storyline started.
