[b]“Lately, a lot of events have occurred, especially for Ken Kaze. From finding out who his opponent in the Primetime Central Global championship tournament--his opponent being Montrose from the Dream Wrestling Federation--to graduating from the Primetime Wrestling Academy to the New True Internet Championship Wrestling federation. He is already expected to do a promo for the NTICW, as well as two more the PTC Global title tournament. So far, after doing one promo already, he awaits his opponent Montrose to respond. But, while waiting for Montrose to respond, Ken decides to address the NTICW,”[/b][color=black] says the narrator, who gives you a clear image as to what to expect next from Ken Kaze.
[color=black]The scene opens up in Goldsboro, North Carolina. The camera shot starts off facing toward the hot, bright, shining sun. A couple of birds then overpass the camera as they fly on their little, marry way. The camera shot then works it’s way in front of a partially-broken, faded-red, brick building that looks to have been there for at least a good twenty years. The camera pans out just a little, far enough to see the whole building, and nothing but the building. The building is, at least, forty feet in width, and sixty-five feet in height. On the partially-broken, faded-red, brick wall are various amounts of graffiti. Many are gang, or gang-related, type signs or people who just wanted to draw on the partially-broken, faded-red, brick wall. The camera pans out just a little bit more, this time. Now, the surroundings of the building are visible. In front of the building is an empty, wide-open space full of dirt, dead grass and rocks. This empty space stretches all the way from the building to the sidewalk next to Ash street, making it about fifty yards long in length. The camera then pans out a little bit more.
Two men are seen walking down the sidewalk, side-by-side. One man is none other than NTICW superstar, Ken Kaze, while the other one is not known. Ken Kaze is wearing knee-low, dark blue, jean shorts; blue and white New Balance shoes, showing a little bit of his quarter-crew cut, white socks; a white tank top; and a pair of clear, Oakley sunglasses. He lets his shoulder-low, black, thin hair hang down as the wind blows it side-to-side. Down to his side lay his two hands as he continues walking down the sidewalk chatting with the other man.
The other man is wearing light blue, jean pants; a plain, black t-shirt; plain, white sneakers; and an Atlanta Braves cap in backwards. He has his hands propped into his pockets as they continue to walk.
[color=blue][b] “Yeah, so Krystal set me up for this Rorschach test . . . and while we were there, I made an ass out of myself because I had no idea at all it was for me!”[/b][color=black] Ken explains to the other man.
[color=red][b] “Well, did you pass? Surely you had to. Those things are easy!”[/b][color=black] the man tells Ken.
Ken then thinks to himself--embarrassed about him failing out--and finally thinks of an excuse.
[b][color=blue] “Nah, I sure did not. But, it was not because I am a retard or something,”[/b][color=black] Ken says, then stops to chuckle to himself as the other man joins in.[b][color=blue] “It was because I explained to them that I did not need to take this test because I had nothing wrong with me.”[/b]
[color=black]All of a sudden, Ken walks straight into a twenty-five foot, black, light pole. He stands their, momentarily paralyzed, and then falls backwards, almost unconscious. The other men bends down, to attend to Ken. He then notices Ken isn’t waking up.
[b][color=red] “Ooooh crap!!!”[/b][color=black] the man yells, as he looks around for some help.
The man begins to, lightly, smack Ken in the face; trying to wake him up. Ken’s eyes begin to open back. The man then stands back up, grabs Ken’s right arm, and pulls him up to his feet. Ken looks a little dazed as he walks around as if he were drunk. He then stops, shakes his head, and finally realizes what has happened. He feels onto his forehead.
[b][color=blue] “Dangit! I did not see that freaking light pole!! John! Why didn’t you tell me that I was about to walk into that--”[/b][color=black] Ken trails off as he trips--over his own leg--and falls back down onto the cement sidewalk.
John just can not help but to laugh. He walks over to Ken and tries to help him up, but Ken pushes him away as he gets up himself. He looks at John, who just can not stop laughing. He scolds John. John then begins to stop laughing.
[b][color=red] “Sorry about that man. Just that . . . you fell down twice!”[/b][color=black] John is able to mutter out, while still chuckling to himself.
[b][color=blue] “Ha, ha, ha. HA, HA, HA!! HA, HA, HA, HA, HA!! LETS ALL LAUGH AT MY CLUMSINESS!! COME ON EVERYBODY!! LAUGH AT ME!! HA, HA, HA!!! HA, HA, HA!! HA, HA, HA!!!”[/b][color=black] Ken yells, as bypassing people walking down the cement sidewalk look back and stare at Ken as if he were a mad-man.
[b][color=red] “Lighten up man! Geez! It was funny. Are ya going to kill a man for a laughing?”[/b][color=black] John asks.
Ken just ignores John’s question and continues walking down the cement sidewalk. John jogs up to Ken, trying to catch up with him.
[b][color=red] “So . . . how are things going in PWS?”[/b][color=black] John asks, mistaking the PWA’s name for “PWS.”
Ken then stops walking, turns around, and looks at John.
[color=blue][b] “I have recently graduated . . and it is the PWA! Not the PWS.”
[color=red] “Oh, okay. I thought it was Primetime Wrestling School, or something like that.”[/b][color=black] John says, feeling a little dumb about mistaking the PWA by “PWS.”
[color=blue][b] “Nah. Primetime Wrestling Academy. And yeah; I graduated from there. I am now in the New True Internet Championship Wrestling federation. Even though I really, really, [U]REALLY[/U] wanted to go to the PCW, I guess NTICW will be just fine. But, I hope all of the training I received in the PWA will pay off in the NTICW.”[/b][color=black] Ken says, a little bit worriedly.
They then stop at a street light. No cars are coming from any direction, so they both decide to cross. As they cross, they carry on their conversation.
[color=red][b] “So anyways. How did you figure out you had graduated from the PWA to the NTICW?”[/b]
[color=black]Ken thinks for a moment.
[color=blue][b] “Well, the NTICW’s new President--Blane Bishop--some how got my phone number and called me up . . and told me.”
[color=red] “Oh, okay. Well, don’t you have a tag partner or something?”
[color=blue] “Yeah, sure do. As a matter of fact, he used to be in PCW, as well as NTICW. Rich Cannon is his name.”
[color=red] “Do you guys have--”[/b]
[color=black]*SSSSCCCCCRRREEEEEECCCCHHHHHH!!!*
A car slams on it’s brakes as it skids across the road. John, quickly reacting to the sound, jumps backwards as Ken Kaze tries to jet forward. Unfortunately, he runs straight into the car’s hood and flips over the car.
[color=gray][b] “Yet, another act of Ken’s clumsiness,”[/b][color=black] the narrator says.
[color=black]John then begins to burst out laughing due to Ken running straight into the car; which had slammed on brakes in order to stop for the red light. The guy in the car throws out an arm outside of the driver’s-side window, waves it at Ken for running into his car, and “cusses up a storm.” John walks over to Ken and picks him up. He looks at Ken as Ken’s head just hangs back, almost as if he were dead. John places his arms underneath Ken’s armpits and drags him from the street onto the other side of the sidewalk.
The red light then turns to a green light as the car speeds off; throwing up dirt and rocks into the air and toward Ken and John. John begins to cough as the dirt comes toward him. Then, Ken pulls himself up with his own strength from John. He, too, begins to cough as he wipes the dirt off of his shirt. Finally, the thick cloud of dirt and dust clears.
[b][color=blue] “That son of a . . .”[/b][color=black] Ken trails off.
[b][color=red] “Don’t worry about it man. It was your fault, really. I mean, you ran straight into the car; like a dummy!”[/b]
[color=black]John begins to burst out laughing once more. Ken’s eyes begin to get red as he bottles up with anger inside. His face is bright red and then, all of a sudden, out of frustration, Ken swings with a right hand and catches John right across the jaw. He looks at John, stunned at what he had done, and tries to see if he is okay.
[b][color=blue] “Ah crap! Dude, I’m so sorry. Are you okay? I did not mean to do that! You just ticked me off!”[/b][color=black] Ken tells John, while still seeing if he is okay.
[b][color=red] “WELL YOU DIDN’T HAVE TO HIT ME SO FREAKING HARD!! D*MN!!”[/b][color=black] John yells, as he massages his jaw.
[color=black]Ken then walks off away from John; thinking about the new NTICW. John then runs up to catch up with Ken.
[b][color=red] “I’m okay now.”
[color=blue] “Like I care . . .”[/b][color=black] Ken trails off.
[color=red][b] “What’s bugging you man?”[/b][color=black] John asks Ken, wondering what is on Ken’s mind.
Ken just continues to walk, hanging his head down low, and inserting his hands into his pockets.
[b][color=blue] “Nothing man, nothing. I am just thinking about what kind of impact I will, as well as Rich Cannon, will make on the new NTICW. I mean, my brother, Krayzie Thug, was in this place once. Heck, so was I! This would be my second time being in the NTICW. Last time I gave up on them due to a lot of problems backstage with the sorry, pathetic, crappy staff they had. It’s a good thing they got a whole, new, fresher, and even better staff, otherwise I would have said, [i]‘Forget NTICW, I’m staying in PWA!!’[/i] But, I hear some big names are here, as well as some of the talent from the PWA. One guy, who I easily defeated, The Josh is here. The Pharaoh, who is some messed up, wanna-be, Egyptian king is here. Xavier Kannon, the PTC’s “only” scientologist, the very man who ripped off Rich Cannon’s name, is here. Uh . . I also believe Totally Tubular Tom is here, as well as some others. You get the idea. Just a bunch of nobodies waiting to get their a*ses stomped into the ground. Hopefully, I will not ever be put in another match with The Josh, for he is no competition at all. I am hoping to maybe start off in the TV championship division, to work my way up all the way to the Intercontinental championship ranks.”[/b][color=black] Ken tells John, confidentially.
John then gets an unique look on his face--the kind of look you get on your face when you are thinking--while stroking his chin.
[b][color=red] “What about D-Kay Calyx? He is one of my favorite wrestlers.”[/b][color=black] John says, excitedly.
Ken sighs and then says, [b][color=blue]“Yes . . D-Kay is in the NTICW as well. But, if he knows what’s good for him, he will stay out of my way.”[/b][color=black] Ken concludes the discussion.
[b][color=gray] “Ken Kaze seems to be very, very confident about joining the new NTICW. He has already commented on a couple of talents on the roster. Hopefully, he will live up to his claims.”[/b][color=black] says the narrator.
The scene closes out as Ken and John continue conversating and walking down the sidewalk. The scene fades to black.
