Back on the right track apparently, and after an outstanding finish against Brian Kendrick I obviously want to keep going, next stop... Summerslam! And it just keeps getting better and better! My next opponent is probably the best performer I've faced so far at the EBWF, CM Punk!
This ride gets more thrilling every week! I'm already pumped up for what's to come. It is amazing how a human being can forget about the past so easily, last week after Sacrifice I was extremely mad at myself, at the world, and at John Cena. After Beating Brian Kendrick last week at Aggression I feel like a new man! I feel as excited as back then when I had my debut match a month or so ago, adrenaline on my blood stream being injected nonstop... feeling like I need nothing else! Feeling like I have the world in my hands! Feeling like I cannot be stopped! Is this what he calls... Being Straightedge? If so, the Intercontinental Champion of the EBWF is about to meet his match in yours truly, if I were him I'd better get ready for true Aggression!
.:: Ken Kennedy slept comfortably on his bed, at the hotel room he's been assigned. Dreaming peacefully about pinning Triple H to earn the EBWF World Heavyweight Championship Belt at Wrestlemania... he smiled like a Baby, seeing the Gold confetti pour down at the sound of "Turn up The Trouble, while the golden belt was given to him. Little did he know that Goldust was up to something as he dreamed. Using the little wheels the bed had he had Rolled Ken out of his hotel room, and pushed him carefully along the hall, all the way to a huge staircase, which was probably 10 meters long. Goldust gives him a firm push down the stairs, and Ken awakens all of a sudden, yelping and opening his eyes wide as he sees he's been pushed down the stairs! Clenching the sheets tightly he slides down the stairs, the bed drifts about 90° and is turned upside down, Leaving Ken on the floor, covered in his sheets. Quickly getting up to his feet, his face flushed red from anger. He looks up at the man responsible for this prank, Goldust. Running up all the way he pushes Goldust against a Nearby Wall and grunts angrily. ::.
Mr. Kennedy: Just that the hell do you think you're doing you freak!?!?!?!?!?! You could've killed me with that stupid joke, or what's even worst you could've injured me!!!!! Do you know how much would an Injury hold my career back right now? Just when I've ceased to Job for newcomers and began to match up against champions, former champions and number one contenders? Do you want to have your golden superstar in dark matches? or even out of the EBWF?
Goldust: Ken, this is all about being STRA-TRA-STRAIGHT-ED-ED-EDGE!!!!!!!! You see, it's all about the mind games... Do you think Charles Montgomery Punk...
Mr. Kennedy: What? You must Mean CM Punk
Goldust: Him! Do you think he wakes up all bored... stands up from his bed, Yawns and goes straight to the shower? Hell no!!!!
Mr. Kennedy: Then what does he do? are you Implying he never wakes up? He never takes showers? I could tell he was a Punk, with all those nasty tattoos and his greasy hair!
Goldust: Ken, you're not getting the point, also you have a tattoo too and it's not exactly an etiquette tattoo.
Mr. Kennedy: Don't mess with my tattoo!!!!!
Goldust: The point is... I bet CM Punk backflips out of the bed, wrestles an Alligator on the way to the bathroom, then bungee jumps onto a piranha infested tank to get a bath! He really lives for the moment, he's straightedge! And Extreme! And you've got to be like that if you want to beat him at Aggression, and who knows! Maybe even take the belt from him in the near future?
Mr. Kennedy: It amazes me how smart can you be at times... But this is not the way! I mean, next time we can discuss this things, I'm glad I didn't have any water last night otherwise you'd need to change the sheets! Besides, I was having this wonderful dream! About Winning the World Title!
Goldust: Triple H is still miles away from you Ken, but Punk apparently is not! You might have lost your number one contendorship for the Intercontinental Title, But last week you beat the former Intercontinental Champion, and this week you're against the actual Intercontinental Champion! you need to start thinking in Extreme! What would an extreme person do in a situation like this?
Mr. Kennedy: Whatever, I'm going to get a Shower...
Goldust:...You've been warned!
Mr. Kennedy: What?
.:: Ken had walked Past Goldust and just looked over his shoulder after his warning about a warning, but he was nowhere to be seen. Shaking his head he heads back into his room. Grunting and muttering about how in life you always get awaken in the best part of the dream, about how he almost got killed by his Manager's attempt to turn him into an extreme superstar. Ken had already stripped down and stepped into the shower, turning the hot water knob on, and smiling to himself as the hot water hit his body, and the steam began fuming through the room. Rubbing his body with the soap, he thought about how lucky he was to get that non-title match with the Intercontinental Champion, just after a mere month in action at the EBWF... Pouring shampoo on his blonde hair, he rubs it carefully and hums "Turn up the Trouble". He listens to cheering, and female screaming... Without rinsing he got out of the shower, took a towel and wrapped it around his lower body. He walked out of the bathroom, and poked his head out of the room he was staying to see a horde of what seemed to be Mr. Kennedy Fanatics, holding cardboards with his picture and T-shirts, both male and female but unluckily for him this time, more female fans. Ken headed back in quickly after one of the fans pointed at him yelling "There he is!!!!" Running around the room, he needed an escape, there was no hiding from a horde of fans! he walked over to the window, and slid it open... about a meter away there was a light post. He could cling to it and slide down before the fans arrived! Without even thinking about the risks, or his nudity he jumped for his life. His arms held the post as his half naked body slid down the structure, as he reaches the soil he jumped into some bushes. Listening to all the screaming of people inside his room, some of them even peeked through the window to see if he has taken the leap. Ken panted, finding his heart racing like crazy after the emotions, and he hasn't even began his day!. He just stood up and headed over towards a Bench, he needed a rest from thrills for a little while. He soon started to listen to some chanting and marching, but didn't really pay attention, being so cocky even him knew he couldn't have that much fans in a single city to make such an amount of noise. He tilted his head back, wearing just a towel and with his head all bubbled up with shampoo... little did he know a local church had organized a march that very day against nudism and naturist people! They all carried boards saying how unmoral it is to be naked in public, and as soon as they spotted Mr. Kennedy another chase started! This time people instead of wanting an autograph, a picture or a handful of hair wanted to chop him into little pieces for being immoral. Feeling he was about to faint, after sustaining the pursuit for a few Miles a Cab caught up with him, with Goldust inside it. The cab steered in front of him and the backdoor was opened to him, Ken jumped in and drifted off. ::.
Goldust: What the hell was that Ken? Do you have no manners? What is wrong with you? Why are you walking around naked?
Mr. Kennedy: Because SOMEONE let the Ken Kennedy Fan Club into my hotel room while I took a shower! And because of that SOMEONE I had to jump off a second floor, hide in some bushes and then get chased by some religious freaks for! I don't even know for how long!
Goldust: That IS bad ass.
Mr. Kennedy: I know, Totally... I mean YOU'RE NOT GETTING AWAY THIS TIME! This is all your fault!
Goldust: I think I'm looking at the winner of Thursday's Match against the Intercontinental Champion!
Mr. Kennedy: Stop kissing my ass!!!!
Goldust: Ken I would never kiss your ass... Unless you wanted me to!
Mr. Kennedy: Driver... Pull over, this freak is staying on the next corner.
.:: The Cab Driver did as Kennedy Instructed and Stopped on the next corner, Ken pushed Goldust out of the car, shut the door and drove off. ::.
Mr. Kennedy: Driver, back to the hotel please... the winner of Thursday's match needs to work out!
This ride gets more thrilling every week! I'm already pumped up for what's to come. It is amazing how a human being can forget about the past so easily, last week after Sacrifice I was extremely mad at myself, at the world, and at John Cena. After Beating Brian Kendrick last week at Aggression I feel like a new man! I feel as excited as back then when I had my debut match a month or so ago, adrenaline on my blood stream being injected nonstop... feeling like I need nothing else! Feeling like I have the world in my hands! Feeling like I cannot be stopped! Is this what he calls... Being Straightedge? If so, the Intercontinental Champion of the EBWF is about to meet his match in yours truly, if I were him I'd better get ready for true Aggression!
.:: Ken Kennedy slept comfortably on his bed, at the hotel room he's been assigned. Dreaming peacefully about pinning Triple H to earn the EBWF World Heavyweight Championship Belt at Wrestlemania... he smiled like a Baby, seeing the Gold confetti pour down at the sound of "Turn up The Trouble, while the golden belt was given to him. Little did he know that Goldust was up to something as he dreamed. Using the little wheels the bed had he had Rolled Ken out of his hotel room, and pushed him carefully along the hall, all the way to a huge staircase, which was probably 10 meters long. Goldust gives him a firm push down the stairs, and Ken awakens all of a sudden, yelping and opening his eyes wide as he sees he's been pushed down the stairs! Clenching the sheets tightly he slides down the stairs, the bed drifts about 90° and is turned upside down, Leaving Ken on the floor, covered in his sheets. Quickly getting up to his feet, his face flushed red from anger. He looks up at the man responsible for this prank, Goldust. Running up all the way he pushes Goldust against a Nearby Wall and grunts angrily. ::.
Mr. Kennedy: Just that the hell do you think you're doing you freak!?!?!?!?!?! You could've killed me with that stupid joke, or what's even worst you could've injured me!!!!! Do you know how much would an Injury hold my career back right now? Just when I've ceased to Job for newcomers and began to match up against champions, former champions and number one contenders? Do you want to have your golden superstar in dark matches? or even out of the EBWF?
Goldust: Ken, this is all about being STRA-TRA-STRAIGHT-ED-ED-EDGE!!!!!!!! You see, it's all about the mind games... Do you think Charles Montgomery Punk...
Mr. Kennedy: What? You must Mean CM Punk
Goldust: Him! Do you think he wakes up all bored... stands up from his bed, Yawns and goes straight to the shower? Hell no!!!!
Mr. Kennedy: Then what does he do? are you Implying he never wakes up? He never takes showers? I could tell he was a Punk, with all those nasty tattoos and his greasy hair!
Goldust: Ken, you're not getting the point, also you have a tattoo too and it's not exactly an etiquette tattoo.
Mr. Kennedy: Don't mess with my tattoo!!!!!
Goldust: The point is... I bet CM Punk backflips out of the bed, wrestles an Alligator on the way to the bathroom, then bungee jumps onto a piranha infested tank to get a bath! He really lives for the moment, he's straightedge! And Extreme! And you've got to be like that if you want to beat him at Aggression, and who knows! Maybe even take the belt from him in the near future?
Mr. Kennedy: It amazes me how smart can you be at times... But this is not the way! I mean, next time we can discuss this things, I'm glad I didn't have any water last night otherwise you'd need to change the sheets! Besides, I was having this wonderful dream! About Winning the World Title!
Goldust: Triple H is still miles away from you Ken, but Punk apparently is not! You might have lost your number one contendorship for the Intercontinental Title, But last week you beat the former Intercontinental Champion, and this week you're against the actual Intercontinental Champion! you need to start thinking in Extreme! What would an extreme person do in a situation like this?
Mr. Kennedy: Whatever, I'm going to get a Shower...
Goldust:...You've been warned!
Mr. Kennedy: What?
.:: Ken had walked Past Goldust and just looked over his shoulder after his warning about a warning, but he was nowhere to be seen. Shaking his head he heads back into his room. Grunting and muttering about how in life you always get awaken in the best part of the dream, about how he almost got killed by his Manager's attempt to turn him into an extreme superstar. Ken had already stripped down and stepped into the shower, turning the hot water knob on, and smiling to himself as the hot water hit his body, and the steam began fuming through the room. Rubbing his body with the soap, he thought about how lucky he was to get that non-title match with the Intercontinental Champion, just after a mere month in action at the EBWF... Pouring shampoo on his blonde hair, he rubs it carefully and hums "Turn up the Trouble". He listens to cheering, and female screaming... Without rinsing he got out of the shower, took a towel and wrapped it around his lower body. He walked out of the bathroom, and poked his head out of the room he was staying to see a horde of what seemed to be Mr. Kennedy Fanatics, holding cardboards with his picture and T-shirts, both male and female but unluckily for him this time, more female fans. Ken headed back in quickly after one of the fans pointed at him yelling "There he is!!!!" Running around the room, he needed an escape, there was no hiding from a horde of fans! he walked over to the window, and slid it open... about a meter away there was a light post. He could cling to it and slide down before the fans arrived! Without even thinking about the risks, or his nudity he jumped for his life. His arms held the post as his half naked body slid down the structure, as he reaches the soil he jumped into some bushes. Listening to all the screaming of people inside his room, some of them even peeked through the window to see if he has taken the leap. Ken panted, finding his heart racing like crazy after the emotions, and he hasn't even began his day!. He just stood up and headed over towards a Bench, he needed a rest from thrills for a little while. He soon started to listen to some chanting and marching, but didn't really pay attention, being so cocky even him knew he couldn't have that much fans in a single city to make such an amount of noise. He tilted his head back, wearing just a towel and with his head all bubbled up with shampoo... little did he know a local church had organized a march that very day against nudism and naturist people! They all carried boards saying how unmoral it is to be naked in public, and as soon as they spotted Mr. Kennedy another chase started! This time people instead of wanting an autograph, a picture or a handful of hair wanted to chop him into little pieces for being immoral. Feeling he was about to faint, after sustaining the pursuit for a few Miles a Cab caught up with him, with Goldust inside it. The cab steered in front of him and the backdoor was opened to him, Ken jumped in and drifted off. ::.
Goldust: What the hell was that Ken? Do you have no manners? What is wrong with you? Why are you walking around naked?
Mr. Kennedy: Because SOMEONE let the Ken Kennedy Fan Club into my hotel room while I took a shower! And because of that SOMEONE I had to jump off a second floor, hide in some bushes and then get chased by some religious freaks for! I don't even know for how long!
Goldust: That IS bad ass.
Mr. Kennedy: I know, Totally... I mean YOU'RE NOT GETTING AWAY THIS TIME! This is all your fault!
Goldust: I think I'm looking at the winner of Thursday's Match against the Intercontinental Champion!
Mr. Kennedy: Stop kissing my ass!!!!
Goldust: Ken I would never kiss your ass... Unless you wanted me to!
Mr. Kennedy: Driver... Pull over, this freak is staying on the next corner.
.:: The Cab Driver did as Kennedy Instructed and Stopped on the next corner, Ken pushed Goldust out of the car, shut the door and drove off. ::.
Mr. Kennedy: Driver, back to the hotel please... the winner of Thursday's match needs to work out!