[i][b]||~Introduction~||[/b] The last time we saw NTICW’s Resident Moron, Ken Kaze, and his faithful companion, George~!, was on a bus ride to Denver, Colorado. Yes, being the moron he is, he took the wrong bus route. While on this bus ride he acknowledged his up coming matches, attacked an innocent, old woman with George~!, and even knocked the bus driver out on conscious. But, trying to fix everything, he decided to start a “bus sing-a-long” with the disturbed passengers.
Now after knowing that Ken has already gotten himself into trouble, all that comes to mind is: what trouble will he get into next? [b]||~End Introduction~||[/b][/i]
Fade in.
The scene opens up to a dark, narrow road. The time is around seven o’clock. All that can be seen are the headlights from cars. All that can be heard is the [i]zoom![/i]-ing noise coming from the cars as they travel to their destination.
On the side of the road, a silhouette figure can be seen dragging something behind it. The figure is none other than Ken Kaze who is dragging George~! behind him. Ken is clad in baggy, blue jean pants, white New Balance sneakers, and a white wife beater.
“We’re never going to get a ride, George~!,” Ken says while outstretching his left arm with his thumb up, obviously hitch-hiking. “These asses aren’t stopping at all!!” he shouts frustratingly.
Finally, an old, broken-down, Ford, pick-up truck slows down as it approaches Ken and George~! Ken begins to get a little excited, realizing that he might possibly get a ride. The truck pulls up to Ken, and the driver rolls down the window. The man looks like he is a farmer. He is wearing overalls without an undershirt, boots, a straw hat, and a piece of grass sticking out of his mouth. He is very fat. “Hey there, partner,” he greets Ken.
“Uh.... hi,” Ken replies.
“I see you needed a ride.”
“Yup -- me and George~!”
“George~!? Who’s that? I don’t see no one else.”
“George~! you fat *beep*er. He’s right here!” Ken shouts, whilst hoisting George~! into the air.
“Now that’s just a trashcan there, buddy. No one in the right frame of mind would name a trashcan,” the farmer replies while chuckling to himself.
“GEORGE~! IS NOT A *BEEP*ING TRASHCAN!! HE’S A HUMAN BEING AND YOU CAN’T ADMIT THAT BECAUSE YOU ARE JEALOUS OF HIM! THAT’S ALL!!” Ken cocks George~! back, ready to go through the passenger window and nail the farmer.
“Okay, okay. Calm down now, partner,” the farmer says, trying to calm Ken down. “Where you heading to?”
“Phoenix, Arizona.”
“Well, why in tarnation would you be out here in the middle of Denver, Colorado if you’s looking for Phoenix, Arizona?”
“I took the wrong bus route! Okay!” Ken answers. “Just give me a ride to Phoenix damnit!” He opens up the passenger door, sits down inside while putting George in between his legs, and shuts the door.
“Off to Phoenix, Arizona!” the farmer yells in excitement as they pull off. “So..... what’s so special about Phoenix?”
“I have two wrestling matches tonight!!”
“You’re a rassler?” the farmer asks dumbfounded.
Ken scolds the farmer. “Not a rassler! A wrestler! And yes, I am -- a wrestler, that is!”
“Rasslin’s fake,” the farmer says.
An expression of anger and hatred overwhelms Ken’s face. “WHAT?!? WRESTLING IS FAKE?! I’LL SHOW YOU FAKE!!”
“NO!!” the farmer shouts frightened. “I was only jokin’ with ya’s!”
Ken calms down. “You better have been!”
“Anyway,” the farmer says, trying to avoid anymore confrontation about wrestling being fake, “what matches you’s scheduled in tonight, for?”
“Um...... I’m in a number one contenders match for the NTICW Extreme Championship against Matt Elia.”
“Is he any good?”
“Hell no!” Ken quickly responds. “George~! here beat him at Redemption!”
“Oh,” the farmer replies. “He must [i]really[/i] suck then.”
“What?!” Ken snaps. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Nothin’,” the farmer quickly replies, trying to avoid yet another argument. “So anyways, what other match you got?”
Ken strokes his chin as he ponders. “Some match called a [i]Caged Carnage[/i] match against five other guys.”
“What’s a Caged Carnage match?”
“Well....... it’s a wrestling match that has a humungous cage surrounding the ring, the ramp, and entry way.”
“Woooooooooow,” the farmer says in awe. “Who must you fight?”
“ “The Reverend” Billy Blaze, Asa Fountain, Epic, Night Rouge, and Scott Taylor.”
“Who’s them?”
“Wrestlers,” Ken replies mockingly. “You idiot,” he mutters under his breath.
“You think you’s can take ‘em?”
A smile widens across Ken’s face. “You damn right I do! Epic’s just a punk; I’ve beaten him many times in the past! Hell, I even have to kick his ass AGAIN on Saturday in a TLC match. Asa Fountain was one of the first few I ever defeated. Billy Blaze, Night Rogue, and Scott Taylor all just sound like punks to me. I’ll let George~! handle them while I whip Epic and Asa around the ring.”
“Hmmm....... sounds pretty cool. Maybe I’s can watch??” the farmer says, trying to convince Ken into sneaking him backstage somehow.
“Just buy a ticket,” Ken replies.
The scene fades to black.
***
The scene reopens at a local gas station. The truck is seen at a gas pump. The farmer is filling it up with gas. All of a sudden, Ken walks out of the gas station dragging George~! behind him.
“There. It’s all paid for,” Ken informs the farmer.
“Okay!” the farmer says quickly. He drops the gas pump-handle onto the ground and allows the gas to leak out. He jumps into the driver’s seat quickly, trying to leave Ken behind. But unfortunately, the engine won’t start up due to it being a piece of junk.
“Hey! Where are you going?!” Ken shouts as he charges over to the farmer. He opens up the driver door quickly and nails the farmer right across the skull with George~! “That’ll teach ya not to leave [i]me[/i] behind!”
The farmer falls out of the seat and onto the ground. Ken slides George~! across the seat onto the passenger’s side. He then hops up onto the driver’s seat while slamming the door shut behind him. He starts up the truck as the scene fades to black.
Fade out.
