[i][b]||~Narration~||[/b] The last time we saw NTICW’s Resident Moron, Ken Kaze, and his faithful companion, George~!, was at a Chinese restaurant. There, Ken and George~! talked about Ken’s up coming matches: such as his number one contenders match for the Extreme Championship against Matt Elia, the [/i]Caged Carnage[i] match against “The Reverend” Billy Blaze, Asa Fountain, Epic, Night Rogue, and Scott Taylor, and the Tables, Ladders, and Chairs match on Saturday Showtime against his longtime rival, Epic. Even though Ken has defeated Epic every time in the past, things can change. Things always change. But with the backup from Rich Cannon and George~!, what could possibly go wrong? [b]||~End Narration~||[/b][/i]
Fade in.
The scene shows two rows of seats, full of people in each seat. In every seat, there are two people. A loud humming noise is heard as everyone chats amongst each other. Toward the front of the two rows of seats is one single seat. A female is sitting down in it. It is quite obvious that this is a bus.
The camera shot changes to Ken Kaze and George~! who are sitting in a seat all by themselves. Ken is on the inside with his head propped up against the window. He is wearing black, jean pants, light brown, Timberland boots, and a black, leather jacket.
George~! looks the same as always: nails protruding from his sides, wrapped around in barbwire, has the [i]steel[/i]-type look to him due to the Super Hard-On spray Ken sprayed on him a couple of weeks ago, “GEORGE~!” going down the right side, trashcan lid on the top of him, -- what Ken calls his hat --, and a little hole cut toward the top of him with a cigar sticking out.
“So,” Ken says, “boring ride, eh George~!?”
George~! remains silent.
“I agree,” he agrees. “This is definitely boring. Have any clue as to where we are going?”
George~! remains silent.
“Really? But I thought Mayhem was scheduled to be in Denver, Colorado.”
George~! continues to remain silent.
“Then....” Ken trails off. “We’re going to the wrong *beep*ing place!!”
All of a sudden, the bus runs over a pothole in the road. Ken’s head bounces off of the window, and then smacks straight into it, making a loud [i]smack![/i]-ing noise.
“SON OF A BITCH!! ARE YOU TRYING TO *BEEP*ING KILL ME?!?!”
The bus driver looks up into the mirror that is above her hand, screwed into the wall of the bus. She looks to see who was cursing, and sees Ken raising his fists in the air. “Sir, please keep the vulgar language to yourself. Thank you,” she says as she gives her attention back to the road.
Ken groans, “I’ll show you ‘keeping my vulgar language to myself,’ bitch.” He then turns to George~! and looks at him. “I never knew you went out with that one Mexican chick. You know, White Mexican’s chick, Mona. *Beep*, that is one hot bitch.”
George~! remains silent.
“Hell yeah I bought the Playboy edition that had her on the cover! You got to be [i]crazy[/i] not to buy that edition. Trust me. It’s one of the best. But you have probably already seen everything, seeing as how you she used to be your bitch and all.”
George~! continues to remain silent.
“Yeah..... good idea. Anyways, to change the subject--”
“Eh- eh- excuse me sir,” an old woman stutters, interrupting Ken, whilst tapping him on the shoulder from behind. “B- b- but do you kn- kn- know where we are g- g- going?”
As the old woman is saying all of this, and still tapping him on the shoulder, he turns around quickly. “GET THE HELL OFF ME!” he snaps. He raises George~! in the air and connects with him across the old woman’s head. Her bifocals fly out the window and her false teeth slip out of her mouth into George~! Ken looks inside of George~! disgusted. “You old dirt bag! You don’t throw trash in George~!” he shouts while emptying out the false teeth through the window. The old woman slumps back in her seat unconscious. The other old woman sitting next to her remains quiet, afraid of what might happen if she opens her mouth.
Ken turns back to George~! and continues to say what he was going to say before he was interrupted. “As I was trying to *beep*ing say before I was [i]so[/i] rudely interrupted by that old hag: to change the subject, how about we -- uh -- talk about Mayhem?!?”
George~! remains silent.
“Well, when I think of Matt Elia, I think of Star Wars. When I think of Star Wars, I think of Darth Vader. When I think of Darth Vader, I think of Matt Elia. Get it?” Ken asks confusingly.
George~! remains silent once more.
“No? Me neither. So anyway, I will become the number one contender for the Extreme title after me and you tear Matt apart! Heck, you don’t even need my help! You kicked his ass at Redemption. So, I’ll just let you take care of Matt for me,” Ken says.
George~! continues to remain silent.
“Hey -- no problem, buddy. But what about the [i]Caged Carnage[/i] match?” Ken asks.
George~! once again remains silent.
“Of course I can bring you with me to this match! It’s basically an extreme match; our specialty,” Ken says as a smile broadens across his face. “And plus, I’m facing two losers I’ve faced in the past. Epic and Asa Fountain. I’ve beaten Epic about four million, four hundred eighty two thousand, seventy one times by now. Billy Blaze, Scott Taylor, and Night Rogue don’t sound like much of a challenge. Well, maybe Night Rogue. After all, he did put Rich through a table!”
Ken pauses momentarily, as if he is listening to George~!
“No he isn’t! Rich is a *beep* good wrestler!! He’s no wimp!” He pauses once more. “Anyway, I also have to face Epic AGAIN on Showtime in a Tables, Ladders, and Chairs match!! This should be fun, especially with you involved George~! Maybe you can become two and O by beating Epic on Showtime instead of me!”
All of a sudden, the bus driver slams on brakes, trying to dodge a dog running out in the street. Everyone jerks forward harshly.
Ken grabs George~! and gets out of his seat. He walks up to the bus driver. “Um..... excuse me, bitch.”
The bus driver looks at Ken confused. “What did you just call me?”
“Bitch,” he replies.
“Run that by me again.”
“I CALLED YOU A *BEEP*ING BITCH!!!” Ken then decks the bus driver with George~!
All of the passengers look at him rather angry.
“Uh........ oops,” is all that Ken can utter out. “Wait! I got an idea! How about we sing a song?!” he suggests quickly.
The passengers look at each other confused whilst saying, “Huh?!?”
“The wheels on the bus go.....” Ken starts them off.
“..... round and round, round and round, round and round,” the passengers say simultaneously, finishing up his sentence.
The scene fades to black as Ken and the passengers continue to sing.
Fade out.
