Two Matches was all I needed to earn me some spotlight. I am that damn good (No hard feelings for ripping you off Hunter). Now, on to more important business. I have to earn that rightfully, at Sacrifice. Number one contender after just two matches, I'd like to see somebody top that! No time for celebrations right now! I will celebrate when the EBWF is at my very feet! No time to lose on popping champagne open. There will only be time for a Burguer and off to the GYM. These forthcoming days will have me on a strict diet, focusing only on working out, on my opponents and how to beat them, all of this just for the taste of glory.
Ken Kennedy, Intercontinental Champ. That sure sounded delightful to my ears, just as delightful as the sound of the bell at Warfare last week, and "Turn up the Trouble" over the Arena's Sound system, declaring I had just climbed another step up the ladder of my career.
As a Number one contender for the Intercontinental championship I shall breathe down the Champion's neck 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, 52 weeks a year, and I will not rest until I see that championship belt around my waist!
.:: The scene faded from black on what seems to be the Drive Thru of a local Burger King. The engine of a car could be heard roaring and approaching the odering microphone. Soon a Lexus IS C10 convertible automovile appears on screen, stopping by the sign that read "Order Here". The EBWF camera zoomed in onto the driver's seat Showing Mr. Kennedy. He was wearing a black silk shirt and polaryzed aviator sunglasses, black pants and shoes which weren't shown due to the fact he was inside his car. With a Smirk on his face he approached the Microphone and waited for a voice to greet him. ::.
Burger King Boy: Welcome to Burger King, May I take your order?
Mr. Kennedy: YES!!!!! I'm about to place a drive thru ordeeeeeeer...
Burger King Boy: What would you like?
Mr. Kennedy: DON'T INTERRUPT!!!! How am I supposed to tell you who I am and Why am I here for if you interupt me? I weight two hundreth and Forty two Pounds... I Hail From Green Bay Wisconsiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiin... I am undefeated in the EBWF and I will become the number one contender for the Intercontinental Championship at Sacrifiiiice.
MIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIISTEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRR
KEEEEEEEEEEENNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEDYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!
Burger King Boy: Is this Some Kind of Joke?
Mr. Kennedy: Kennedy... I... would like, a Steakhouse XT Burgeeeeeeeer, extra cheeeese, no mayooooo and extra Ketchuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuup!!! Large Frieeeeeeeeees and a Large Sodaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Burger King Boy: Is that All Sir?
Mr. Kennedy: Yes.
Burger King Boy: Great, my ear couldn't take anymore.
.:: A Camera inside the Lexus showed how Ken Drove over to the payment window, trading looks with the boy who took his order, who looked at him as if he was some kind of freak. Ken ignores him and pays his lunch, gets his change and drives to the next window to pick his order. Placing the Soda on the drink holder of his car and the fries on his lap, then unwrapping the burger and holding it on one of his hands he begins driving towards his hotel room. Smiling as he took a long sip from his drink, before having a big munch on his burger, and having a handful of fries put inside of his mouth. He was really enjoying his lunch! He decided to turn the radio on, turning the dial whilst looking for a good Radio Station for him to enjoy his burger even more. He came across an interview with Snoop Dogg, just listening to his accent made him choke on a sip of soda, looking disgusted he turned the dial and tuned another rap station, the beat was innovative, but the lyrics talked about female degradation, he scoffed and decided to plug his iPod in, selecting random play. Oasis' "The Shock of the Lightning" Began playing through the speakers of his car.::.
Mr. Kennedy: Much better!!!!!! I definitely don't want to hear rhymes ending up with izzle, fo shizzle, Mr. Kennedizzle... DISGUSTING! Rap is for thugs, crooks, junkies, women with no self-respect, people with an IQ of under 80, people who don't even know what an IQ is. John Cena, my next opponent for the number one contendorship for the Intercontinental Title of the EBWF, is Very Fond of Rap.
.:: He Gazed at the reat-view mirror, which another camera was shooting at, his eyes fixed directly onto the camera lens. ::.
Mr. Kennedy: However, I don't know if he's a thug, a crook, a junkie, or a woman without self-respect, and I seriously doubt his IQ test is above 80. He can't be a thug, because he stays in five star hotels, he wears bling bling (that is how you call it right?), man he even wears expensive basketball shoes which look like miniature power motorboats.
Ken Kennedy, Intercontinental Champ. That sure sounded delightful to my ears, just as delightful as the sound of the bell at Warfare last week, and "Turn up the Trouble" over the Arena's Sound system, declaring I had just climbed another step up the ladder of my career.
As a Number one contender for the Intercontinental championship I shall breathe down the Champion's neck 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, 52 weeks a year, and I will not rest until I see that championship belt around my waist!
.:: The scene faded from black on what seems to be the Drive Thru of a local Burger King. The engine of a car could be heard roaring and approaching the odering microphone. Soon a Lexus IS C10 convertible automovile appears on screen, stopping by the sign that read "Order Here". The EBWF camera zoomed in onto the driver's seat Showing Mr. Kennedy. He was wearing a black silk shirt and polaryzed aviator sunglasses, black pants and shoes which weren't shown due to the fact he was inside his car. With a Smirk on his face he approached the Microphone and waited for a voice to greet him. ::.
Burger King Boy: Welcome to Burger King, May I take your order?
Mr. Kennedy: YES!!!!! I'm about to place a drive thru ordeeeeeeer...
Burger King Boy: What would you like?
Mr. Kennedy: DON'T INTERRUPT!!!! How am I supposed to tell you who I am and Why am I here for if you interupt me? I weight two hundreth and Forty two Pounds... I Hail From Green Bay Wisconsiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiin... I am undefeated in the EBWF and I will become the number one contender for the Intercontinental Championship at Sacrifiiiice.
MIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIISTEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRR
KEEEEEEEEEEENNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEDYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!
Burger King Boy: Is this Some Kind of Joke?
Mr. Kennedy: Kennedy... I... would like, a Steakhouse XT Burgeeeeeeeer, extra cheeeese, no mayooooo and extra Ketchuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuup!!! Large Frieeeeeeeeees and a Large Sodaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Burger King Boy: Is that All Sir?
Mr. Kennedy: Yes.
Burger King Boy: Great, my ear couldn't take anymore.
.:: A Camera inside the Lexus showed how Ken Drove over to the payment window, trading looks with the boy who took his order, who looked at him as if he was some kind of freak. Ken ignores him and pays his lunch, gets his change and drives to the next window to pick his order. Placing the Soda on the drink holder of his car and the fries on his lap, then unwrapping the burger and holding it on one of his hands he begins driving towards his hotel room. Smiling as he took a long sip from his drink, before having a big munch on his burger, and having a handful of fries put inside of his mouth. He was really enjoying his lunch! He decided to turn the radio on, turning the dial whilst looking for a good Radio Station for him to enjoy his burger even more. He came across an interview with Snoop Dogg, just listening to his accent made him choke on a sip of soda, looking disgusted he turned the dial and tuned another rap station, the beat was innovative, but the lyrics talked about female degradation, he scoffed and decided to plug his iPod in, selecting random play. Oasis' "The Shock of the Lightning" Began playing through the speakers of his car.::.
Mr. Kennedy: Much better!!!!!! I definitely don't want to hear rhymes ending up with izzle, fo shizzle, Mr. Kennedizzle... DISGUSTING! Rap is for thugs, crooks, junkies, women with no self-respect, people with an IQ of under 80, people who don't even know what an IQ is. John Cena, my next opponent for the number one contendorship for the Intercontinental Title of the EBWF, is Very Fond of Rap.
.:: He Gazed at the reat-view mirror, which another camera was shooting at, his eyes fixed directly onto the camera lens. ::.
Mr. Kennedy: However, I don't know if he's a thug, a crook, a junkie, or a woman without self-respect, and I seriously doubt his IQ test is above 80. He can't be a thug, because he stays in five star hotels, he wears bling bling (that is how you call it right?), man he even wears expensive basketball shoes which look like miniature power motorboats.
.:: Ken Scoffs, taking a right turn and then braking slowly, parking in the parking lot of the hotel he's staying at. He reaches for his Gym Bag which is on the drivers seat, and gathers the trash from his lunch to toss it at the nearest trashcan. After Tossing the garbage he is poked on his right shoulder, he turns to meet the person who poked him, and he finds himself before Goldust, who is wearing a really odd attire: In addition to his usual Gold and Black Jumpsuit with yellow and black facial paint he was wearing a Fu-Bu Jersey and a golden Durag tired around his head. ::.
Mr. Kennedy: What The????
Goldust: Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo! Listen to Me! Geee to da Deee! The rhyming ace! my underwear's got lace!
Mr. Kennedy: Are you on something Freak?
Goldust: Let me make this clear to you! You better begin playing mind games, or say to your title shot adieu!
Mr. Kennedy: Wait wait, so you say! I have to get into Cena's Head in order to beat him?
Goldust: That's the answer I was looking for! At Sacrifice a pinfall you'll need to score! if you want to beat the Intercontinental whore!
Mr. Kennedy: I think Rhyming is for losers! What's the point of spitting rhymes like a heavy machine gun if you're going to say nonsense? I rather think carefully and thoroughfully what I'm going to say instead of speaking BS to the sound of a guy that sounds like he's having an asthma attack!
Goldust: Rapping is an art! Just Rhyming from the heart! oh my goodness did I just smelled a Fart?
Mr. Kennedy: You're making my anger for rhyming and rap grow more and more!!!! for the last time I won't rhyme! not now, not tomorrow, not in a million years!!! You do the Rapping! You do the Rhyming! The World has already seen white rappers like John Cena, Eminem... I'm pretty sure they'd welcome Goldilla Ice, the first yellow rapper ever with arms wide open!!!!!
.:: Ken Pushes Goldust aside and storms off the parking lot and into the Hotel building. Goldust is left alone, looking directly at the camera. ::.
Goldust: At sacrifice there'll be a triple threat! And My Buddy Kennedy Looks pretty set! I'm sure he'll do a Mic Check or two without any minor sweat! GOLD-LIFE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!