Funny how you can feel in two completely different ways on very similar circumstances. There they were, the place where they gathered a couple of weeks ago, the place where Goldust decided to hang his boots, the place where Dustin and Ken Anderson decided to halt, take a breathe and decide a new direction for old Mr. Kennedy character. It was the exact same situation, two friends having a talk and enjoying a couple of drinks in the same bar. However, this time there was no uncertainty and no remorse. Dustin and Ken clinked the beer glasses they were drinking from.
Dustin Runnels: Told you so, didn't I? You're back on track man, you're looking as menacing as ever in the ring, you got the belt back, everything seems to be coming your way right now...
Ken Anderson: Please, don't push it Dustin... We know that's what got me on a pickle in the first place, thinking I was riding a rocket in push to the moon. This time I am going to enjoy the push for as long as it last, plus... I'm currently pitching some ideas to creative.
Dustin Runnels: Mind sharing?
Ken Anderson: You don't have a wire, do you?
Dustin chuckled and shook his head.
Ken Anderson: Alright, you know there are several things I am not allowed to speak outside of my house, and by I am not allowed I mean my wife will kill me if she catches me jamming about it...
Dustin Runnels: Shawn? So she finally decided to join the rasslin' train?
Ken Anderson: Kinda. You know... She has always wanted to write a book. So I guess she just figured I could be her Harry Potter guinea pig and she can put me in all sorts of situations with her twisted little mind.
Dustin Runnels: Well man, it is always good to have the wife on board.
Ken Anderson: Really? You say that after Terri?
Dustin Runnels: Yeah! No hard feelings with the whore.
Both men laughed and had a sip of their beers.
Ken Anderson: Yeah, she is helping me brainstorm, write, pitch ideas to creative... She even considered throwing herself under the spotlight somewhere down the road.
Dustin Runnels: I've always told you she's a keeper. So, has she suggested you rip your shirt off on your way out and call everyone brother yet?
Ken Anderson: I'm serious. She's quite good for creating stories... I guess it is that Telemundo crap she's into really helps. She encouraged me to work with London furthermore.
Dustin Runnels: London? I thought he was just a mad dog chasing cars after Kendrick lost his leash last month.
Ken Anderson: Not really. The man is quite the ring worker, quite the promo cutter... He beat me and made me look like a complete fool! London has been solid gold on his solo runs, from the time traveler thing to the psycho thing... Seriously, he is a man to watch. I talked to him and he was pretty excited about the fact we both went at each other's throats and pushed each other to the limit, kinda what Kendrick did with Randy Orton?
Dustin Runnels: They had some catholics going crazy about it...
Ken Anderson: And they were in the main event of WrestleMania XI... Anymore doubts that is the direction I should take?
Dustin Runnels: No, the boss seemed happy about stirring up the media and having people say Brian Kendrick was a sadist and a psychopath.
Ken Anderson: Exactly... You said it yourself, London is a dog chasing cars... But what we're going to reveal to the EBWF fans is that he also has the rabies!
Ken chuckled and nodded, extending his glass of beer to clink it against Dustin's.
Dustin Runnels: It definitely looks like you know where you are going with this... And I am really glad you're working with London.
Ken Anderson: Yeah, London has been great for work... Shawn says our rivalry looks very real. We're looking forward to go back and forth for a while now...
Dustin Runnels: I figured... The fact TAKA Michinoku was introduced into the match made me realize this wasn't going to be your last match.
Ken Anderson: Yup. Unless something bad happens to either of us we'll be matching up throughout the summer...
Ken's cellphone went off and the moment he checked the caller's ID his eyes grew wider.
Ken Anderson: I gotta get this...
Ken rushed to the bar's bathroom, locking the door and leaning against it slowly, swiping his finger across the screen of the phone and putting it closer to his ear.
...: Hey there, sport!
Ken Anderson: Hey P...
...: Woah! Woah! Woah! Don't walk around saying my name! Do you really want to spin the beans before its time?
Ken Anderson: Sorry! Won't happen again.
...: What are you up to? Ready for Sunday?
Ken Anderson: More than ready... I'm just having a drink with Dustin.
...: Tell him I said hi.
Ken Anderson: Wouldn't that blow up your cover?
...: You're a fast learner kid! That's why I've always had a feeling you are destined for greatness.
Ken Anderson: You kiss A LOT of ass for a WWE hater...
...: You're such an asshole! Keep it that way and by the end of the year you'd be probably in the big leagues.
Ken Anderson: Lovely.
...: So, listen up! The reason I am calling is because as soon as I found about your next match and sat down, trying to think what spices to add to this already tasty platter.
Ken Anderson: Maybe if you stopped talking about food you could drop a few good pounds.
...: Love that attitude! Taka Michinoku doesn't deserve this treatment... I know creative wanted him in the match to fuel the whole KAIENTAI thing... I've always been a fan of Japanese and Mexican superstars... I say we give them a hand! We would need Dustin to help us out.
Ken Anderson: I'm listening...
Ken listened word by word the advice of the mysterious creative consultant, nodding his head slowly every couple of seconds. A smile slowly curved up in his lips.
Ken Anderson: It would have been great to recreate the original story... But I guess she'll have to do. Call her, talk her into it and fly her to California... I'll talk to Dustin.
Ken put the phone in his pocket and joined his friend Dustin in the bar, sitting across him with a huge smile on his face.
Ken Anderson: I need you to appear at Death Before Dishonor.
Dustin seemed surprised and thrown aback at the sudden request.
Dustin Runnels: Talk about enlightenment during potty time! You can't be serious.
Ken Anderson: It was your advice for me to stop being a joke and try to pull some serious crap more often..
Dustin Runnels: Do you want me to show up as Goldust?
Ken Anderson: I'll mail you the details... Everyone knows we're always in this bar, I'm afraid if I tell you it'd be all over the net in a while.
Dustin Runnels: So that was Shawn calling... Was it her idea?
Ken Anderson: Yup... Hers only.
Dustin Runnels: In that case we should make a toast for her!
Ken nodded and raised his glass, couldn't helping it but to chuckle.
May 27th - Honda Center. Anaheim, California.
The scene opened up in the EBWF backstage area. The camera slowly panned up a couple of black italian shoes followed by a black suit, a white shirt... A blonde man who stood over 6 feet tall, son of the American Dream Dusty Rhodes and formerly known by the EBWF Universe as Goldust. The crowd cheered as he was talking to a crew member and seemed really excited.
Dustin Runnels: Man it feels so good to be back! Is everything ready for me out there?
EBWF Crew guy: Yes sir, everything you requested has done properly.
Dustin Runnels: Perfect! Where is he?
...: Where is Who?
The camera panned out to show The EBWF Intercontinental champion, belt over his right shoulder, bubble gum in place. He wore a black T-shirt and jeans. He hugged his good friend Dustin and gave him a few pats on the back.
(HAAAAHAAA! Gotcha there with the font color change ehh?)
Mr. Anderson: Dustin! Great to see you! What are you doing here?
Dustin Runnels: I came here to give you a surprise!
Mr. Anderson: That's really cool! Is it on the parking lot? Waiting for me in my Hotel room?
Dustin Runnels: No, not any of those... Just tune in and watch me... I'll be on the ring soon!
Mr. Anderson: Awwww I thought it was a cool surprise...
Dustin Runnels: You haven't changed one bit huh? Such an asshole... Listen, I gotta go and get everything ready for the big surprise!
Dustin smiled, and Ken smiled back... Both men parted ways, leaving the EBWF Crew member by himself... Not for long though as a small asian woman soon walked towards the crew member. Wearing casual clothes; denim pants and a black button up blouse that hanged loosely to her petite frame.
EBWF Crew Member: You're new around here?
The Girl nodded her head.
Girl: Hai...
EBWF Crew Member: What is your name?
Girl: No english.
Ken turned around slowly and decided to stay there and check the woman out. Another crew member walked towards the first one.
EBWF Crew Member #2: Oh! There she is!
EBWF Crew Member: Do you know this girl?
EBWF Crew Member #2: This girl's name is Ryoko, she is TAKA Michinoku's younger sister.
The camera zoomed into Ken's face as he witnessed the scene with a smirk upon his face as he chewed on his bubble gum.
The girl didn't want to put up with any english she didn't understand... So she decided to be on her way. The camera followed her as she walked away from the crew members and past Kenster.
Mr. Anderson: Damn...
He mouthed, to call the girl's attention. The small woman turned around and offered him a smile. All Ken did was turning around, opening the door to his locker room and leaving it open as the scene faded to a promo for King of the Ring. After the Break "Gold Lust"'s bells chimed as the crowd cheered for the man who used to portray the joyful Goldust not too long ago. Walking on his black suit on the way to the ring, which had a black carpet, a mahogany table with cake and another table with presents. He grabbed a mic from on top of the table and pulled it closer to his mouth.
Dustin Runnels: Tonight is a very special night for me, for so many reasons. First and foremost I get to say hello to everyone here in the arena, the boys in the back... But that is not the main reason I chose to come out here. Tonight my good friend Ken Anderson will match up in a triple threat match to defend his Intercontinental championship against two opponents! But before we get onto that match I decided to come out here and deliver a homage to the man who has given us all so much... Ken Anderson... THIS IS YOUR LIFE!!!! So please, come on out and let's have it for the man of the hour!
"ANDERSONNNNNNNNNN"
"Turn up the trouble" blasted through the arena's sound system and the fans cheered for the Intercontinental champion.
"...I Turn up the trouble til it gets real loud."
Still, he was nowhere to be seen on the ramp or on the curtain.
Dustin Runnels: I believe we might be having technical difficulties Ladies and Gentlemen, I am pretty sure some of our diligent staff members and interviewers are trying to get a hold of Mr. Anderson.
As Dustin spoke, the EBWFTron lit up to show Jonathan Coachman standing before the door where Ken had gone through moments ago. Coachman knocked on the door loudly, Ken wasted no time in swinging it open. Ken was shirtless, still wearing his jeans.
Mr. Anderson: What the hell do you think you're doing?
The Coach: Knocking.
Mr. Anderson: Didn't know you were a comedian. What do you want?
The Coach: Well, I was sent here to remind you about the homage Dustin is giving out there in the ring and...
Mr. Anderson: Oh yeah... I'll go later. I'm... preparing for my match. You know... Proper preparation is necessary when you don't want to... Pull something! It is quite a big match too, so I don't know if having cake before a brutal brawl would do any good... After all, I'm not planning to drop the title here tonight to these morons I am going up against... I mean, they couldn't have Santino Marella, Simon Dean and Zack Ryder to join them in a Moronic comedians Battle Royal match? What do I have to do in this place to get decent matches anyway?
Ken sighed a little and a woman's giggle was heard from behind the door... He walked out of the room and closed the door behind him.
Mr. Anderson: I know I still have to bury a hatchet with Paul London... You know, I've gone back and forth with the man for a couple of years now and every time he loses a match he sets up an unbelievably lame excuse for the loss... When he lost to Orton and got punted in the head, he became the space traveller and now that I kicked his ass back to his moronic self, he is acting like me? Like that got me anywhere... Paul London hasn't upped his game one bit since he beat me at Aftermath for my coveted and precious Intercontinental Title... He has been talking and talking, shouting out his last name twice, being a cheese head and an asshole... It was then when I felt relief for not doing those stupid stunts anymore! I gotta hand him that! Because it had helped me get stronger, it helped me realize this is the right path for me right now... No more mr. coming up short! No more mr. choking on main situations! No more mr. Second place! And hello to MISTEEEEEEEEEEEER ANDERSOOOOOOOOON!
The Coach: You still haven't told us why haven't you gone to the ring with Dust...
Mr. Anderson: ANDERSON!!!! You want to know something Coach? I kinda feel sorry for my other opponent tonight... Because he has a difficult task at hand. Being evil isn't easy... Yet TAKA seems very joyful of putting his grain of evil sand to make this world a worse place... And you gotta give him that! It is a shame that he gets this big match right now, when I am on top of the ladder, when I am the man to beat because as I have proved before... I am NOT willing to lose this title anytime soon and TAKA is going to have to be the most evil bastard in the whole freakin' world to stand a chance against me! Still, TAKA is the only reason why I won't solely focus on Paul London tonight... Although I am not going to lie, Coach. I'm out there hunting for blood... I want Paul London to hear my name and relax his sphincters.
The door opened behind Ken and the Coach, the asian young woman walked out wearing Ken's black T-shirt over her body, letting it fall all the way down to her mid thighs, the crowd popped. Anderson turned his head over his right shoulder and shrugged.
Mr. Anderson: I guess tonight for TAKA is going to be about both death and dishonor... Now... Speaking of awkward situations, I hate awkward situations... Coach, did you say I my presence was required in the ring? Sweet. I'll be there in a minutre.
Mr. Anderson turned to TAKA's sister.
Mr. Anderson: Honey, you were great. I'll call you back. Someday. If I remember. Or if... Well you know... Just... Bye.
Ken walked away from the Coach and the asian girl as the scene faded to black.