Apparently my career is back on track. Tag teaming with Goldust was fun, and hanging out with him is fun as well, if you ignore the fruity comments and the giggles. He's one hell of a wrestler and he demonstrated it last week, where he secured the victory... second lesson EBWF has taught me, a milisecond can mean either victory or defeat, I promised to myself never to waste a milisecond of my life ever again... I would be number one contender if it weren't for that milisecond I arrived late to break a pin, I would've lost last week if Goldust hadn't arrive a milisecond early to help me secure the pin.
Time is sand on my clenched fist, and the harder I clench, the more grains slip away...
The board of directors seemed entertained after the tag team match I was involved in, because I have another one this week, against a man I've beaten before: Brian Kendrick.
He and Paul London are my opponents for this week, again I am in a match against FedEx. Charming eh?
.:: The scene fades from black inside an Elevator, where Ken Kennedy and Goldust were standing. Behind them a stack of bags and boxes were carefully placed. Ken Folds his arms as the doors of the elevator closed, while Goldust hit the Penthouse Button of the elevator, which began moving Downwards. ::.
Goldust: Are you excited? It'll be an honor to be your partner again!
Mr. Kennedy: Man, did you have to bring all these bags? You act like a girl...
Goldust: Well it's my make up, my clothes... Can't help it!
Mr. Kennedy: Your bags must weight at least 200 Pounds... I just hope the elevator doesn't...
.:: Goldust walked slightly over the control panel and leaned against it. Murphy's law wisely said "What Can go wrong, Will". The light began blinking and the elevator stopped moving. ::.
Goldust: It's stuck!
Mr. Kennedy: Do tell! I told you not to put all these heebe-jeeves on the elevator, they have an elevator for luggage you know...
Goldust: I don't trust those alternate elevators... I once got sacked, my wallet was stolen!
Mr. Kennedy: Don't worry, someone will come to our aid.
.:: Ken pressed the emergency button, without success, it seemed like the elevator was completely powered off. Ken walked over towards the door and opened them easily with both of his arms, only to be met with a concrete wall, the elevator had been stopped in between floors. ::.
Mr. Kennedy: We're lucky...
.:: he sat down on the floor of the elevator and looked up at the darkness, while Goldust giggled and sat across the elevator. ::.
Goldust: This is kind of Scary you know...
Mr. Kennedy: I would rather be trapped in an elevator with rabid dogs, Kendrick and London for an entire day than being here with an individual with duvious sexual tendences...
Goldust: I love you too.
Mr. Kennedy: Gimme a Break man, what do you want me to think, if you're... well the way you are!
Goldust: Maybe you could be a bit tolerant?
Mr. Kennedy: The last thing I need is group therapy while trapped on an Elevator! besides we should be already on our way to the arena! We have a match!
Goldust: We have time, don't worry!
Mr. Kennedy: What if we don't get out of here?
Goldust: Well, that'd be a defeat for no showing...
Mr. Kennedy: Man I really want to win this match! We need to show those FedEx punks we're stronger than them!
Goldust: We are stronger than them!
Mr. Kennedy: We need to prove it! In the match!
Goldust: Just relax! Sometimes I think you fail on your endeavors just because you want to win anything, everything no matter how or when, I sometimes think you wish to have the world title around your waist, the X-division title on your left hand, the No limits title on your right hand and the Tag team belts over your shoulders...
Mr. Kennedy: Wow, that'd be glorious!
Goldust: But it's never going to happen!
Mr. Kennedy: What do you know?
Goldust: I know you have to go one step at a time... You haven't beaten any major superstar and you're thinking about Triple H and the World Title! let's focus on our upcoming match!
Mr. Kennedy: London and Kendrick... Got it.
Goldust: you and Kendrick have met in the past... with you coming out as the winner of the match, so this should be easier this time! Just don't lose focus and trust me... As a matter of fact I think we already have this! We're more connected than them! I can feel the love and friendship in between us!
Mr. Kennedy: Just wake me up when firemen arrive to rescue us!
.:: Time flew by, and no Firemen nor help arrived for our heroes. Goldust however had unpacked his bags, sick of being trapped in a dark elevator. His rummaging throughout the whole luggage eventually would wake Ken Kennedy up, he was still sitting on the elevator, his back resting against one of the walls, he was so deeply asleep he even sleeptalked ::.
Mr. Kennedy: And the winner of the match... *yawn* Miiiiiisteeeer... *yawn* Kennedy.
.:: Goldust's luggage scattered all over the floor, his rummaging woke Ken up. First thing he saw was a small light! Were they being rescued? Not really, the light came from a small flashlight goldust had on his right hand. He apparently had changed into a special attire.
Mr. Kennedy: Knock it off! I was having such a pleasant dream! I Gave Kendrick the Green Bay plunge and Pinned him for the... What the hell are you doing Gol...
.:: Goldust was wearing Tight cowboy jeans, a red T-shirt and a brown leather Jacket, he also worn this wig that looked like Ric Flair's Hair (Back in the day where he was young) Kinda like a mullet, but in a dirtier blonde tone. He Used a duct tape to paste the Flashlight against a wall. ::.
Goldust: I'm GoldGyver and I will take us outta here...
Mr. Kennedy: Man we've got ourselves a Match! What are you on? Are you claustrophobic?
Goldust: Listen, we have no time! I got a Small play-do can, it'll be enough to blow the roof of the elevator...
Mr. Kennedy: To do what? Man!!!! I want to get to the arena in one piece! Now it's you who needs to focus on Kendrick and London! I bet they're already changed into their attires and walking down to the ring! Man we're going to lose for no showing!!!
Goldust: Calm down! They were in Africa or something...
Mr. Kennedy: How are you so sure?
Goldust: My smartphone. TV Card. Bad reception so that's all I could get! They were wrestling a wild beast! Maybe it was pretaped, Thing is we still have some time to arrive.
Mr. Kennedy: Smartphone???? You could call 911 to take us out! We really need to get to the arena!
Goldust: No Can Do. I Spent the battery of my smartphone watching videos on Youtube and Twittering... Besides, when you're GolgGyver it's no fun to ask for help... all you need is a Swiss army knive -Which I can't carry anywhere no more thanks to the security tighten since 9/11- and Duct Tape!
Mr. Kennedy: Great! So Basically our plan tonight is tieing London and Kendrick up with duct tape! Then we Burn their eyes with the magnifying glass of your Swiss Army Knife?
Goldust: One step at a time, escaping first... then we plan the match strategy!
Mr. Kennedy: I'm not going to put up with the MacGyverisms of a Claustrophobic Gold Freak
Goldust: You must mean GoldGyverisms... Now after blowing the Roof off I'll use the glass of my Watch to aim with this laser pointer at the Cables of the Elevator, once they break we'll fall all the way down and we'll be able to open the door!
Mr. Kennedy: How are you going to cut metal cables with a pointer?
Goldust: Simple! I've connected the Pointer through my headphones cables to a Car Battery, that'll give the pointer enough power to...
Mr. Kennedy: What the heck! Do you carry these things in your luggage?
.:: GoldGyver Ignored his question... he was already forming a pyramid with the luggage to reach the roof... carefully placing the playdo on each corner, then pulling out a lighter to blow it up... The Plasticine melt and felt on Ken's Shoulder. ::.
Mr. Kennedy: You owe me a new shirt...
.:: Taking advantage of the darkness, Goldgyver Pushed the roof of the elevator and popped it open. ::.
Goldust: And you owe me an escape route!
Mr. Kennedy: Listen! Cut it! We have a Match! Paul London and Brian Kendrick! Tag Team! Is it the lack of oxygen that makes you act like a looneybird?
.:: GoldGyver jumped off the stack of bags and Slowly aimed the glass of his Watch towards the roof. ::.
Mr. Kennedy: Why not aiming straight to the cables?
Goldust: Too much power... I could blast a hole right through the concrete wall.
Mr. Kennedy: I'm not asking anymore... Man we're screwed!
.:: Ignoring Kennedy He Aimed the pointer and began trying to cut the cables. Ken Scoffed and turned around, the flashlight held by the duct tape was holding the light so that the control board of the elevator was visible. Ken Examined it slightly and grunted, seeing the emergency button pressed, it was just a matter of pressing it again for the lights to come back on and the machine to move swiftly down towards the lobby of the hotel. ::.
Goldust: I did it! Somehow the pointer might have repaired the broken circuits of the control panel of the elevator!
Mr. Kennedy: Come one GoldGyver! He have a match! And trust me... If you can get us out of an Elevator with Playdo, a Pointer, and a Car Battery...
Goldust: Hey! Don't forget the Glass of my Watch, and the lighter I used to explode the Playdo... and the fact I didn't have my legendary Swiss Army Knife along this time!
Mr. Kennedy: Whatever, if you can get us out of an elevators with everyday objects, you definitely can help me tonight in the ring!
Goldust: Of course I can! I'm GoldGyver!
Mr. Kennedy: Exactly! And those Punks don't stand a Chance! Kendrick! I beat him before and I'll beat him again! London, I don't think he stands a chance against GoldGyver! Those two aren't in our league! We show them that tonight! You know these cruiseweights really get on my nerves! Why having a Cruiserweight division anyway, call it X or Y division I do not care... Making lighter wrestlers elegible to get a belt will only make Big Show and Mark Henry Bulimic or Anorexic! That is just Wrong! Those two are messing with two big boys tonight!
They might be part of FedEx! I don't care! You know why? Because this Kennedy Declares that nobody will use the EBWF as a personal playground for stupid nerdy jokes and vandalism, not while I'm on duty!
Mr. Kennedy: Kendrick knows me. I bet he remembers the Mic Check! I don't need to tell you what is going to happen to him tonight! Just for fun I can tell you it will be a lot like last time!
London will have the pleasure to meet this Green Bay Superstar, Weighing Two Hundreth and Forty Two Pounds! Leader of the newest EBWF Tag Team, The Loudmouths... MISTEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEER KENNEDYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY
Goldust: Why didn't you scream like that For help?
