The camera opens to a gym, somewhere in downtown Richmond. Kid Kool walks through the door, clad in a pair of black jeans, a white wifebeater and a pair of dark brown Luggz. He smooths out his hair a bit, as he scopes out the place.

Bodybuilder: Yo! I know you, you're that 'Kid Kool' guy from XWF!

Kid Kool: Yes indeed I am! A fan I suppose?

Bodybuilder: Well, I WAS... that is until you got your ASS kicked by some punk named Joshua. You lost your return match, and now you got a match with two other losers against six OTHER losers!

Kid Kool: Awww FUCK YOU, YA DINGLEBERRY!!!

Bodybuilder: What the HELL did you just say to me?!

Kid Kool: Come at me, bro, I'm not afraid of some big headed, no neck meathead like you!!

Bodybuilder: We'll see about that BITCH.

The bodybuilder drops his weight on the bench, breaking the bench in two. The big man barrells toward KK, looking to knock him out with a fist to the face, but Kool ducks under right before impact. The titan turns around and goes for a clothesline to the back of KK's skull, but AGAIN, Kid Kool uses his super senses to duck..... The bodybuilder crashes into a shelf full of weights, which all come crashing down on him........he ded.

Kid Kool eats a potato chip.

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"Broken Hart...Snow...I know I lost a match I should have had in the bag. I faced a man in his first match, with my return being at WildCard....and I lost. I know you both think I'm the weak wheel, but I'm not some 'scrub', I'm legit. I have more ability in my little toe than the two of you do combined. Snow is some generic hillbilly with a cheap title. If I wanted to, I could take that strap from you without blinking an eye, but I'm too good for the Federweight strap. Keep it around your white trash waist. You can feel like Luna Hightower's hugging you....you know. Since you'll never get her or any other woman here to fall for your GENERIC advances. Whore.

"And Broken Hart... I know I seem like one of the weakest links in this federation right now, I lost an important battle, and I've found myself to be my own biggest obstacle. I need to get back on the horse and rework my strategy, remodeling myself into the competitor I'm meant to be. I watch your promo and realize you're going through the same trouble I am. Both of us are shooting to become something better. I'm sorry for giving you a boy as a partner who can't hack it in the big time... but through this fire will emerge a MAN, a warrior, focused on the war ahead of him. This business is an ever evolving fight to either evolve or fall behind. I.Will.Evolve. Bank on it.

"And to the six people we're facing in that trios match, I don't know anything about you, BUT... I honestly don't think I need to. You're a bunch of speed bumps laying before me, lining the road to my immortality. I don't want to spoil anything for the lot of you, but we WILL walk out of Savage with the 'W' next to our names. I'm not spending another night feeling that loss burn its way into my psyche, and neither is Broken Hart. Our success story begins with you. You may think I'm some kind of stepping stone to the top, but HELL no bitches, I'm the Kid who's taking the first flight to the winner's circle. I'm taking ALL six of you down, dropping you like a bad fudda mukkin' habbit, and derailing your train like a hurricane.

"Time. It's on my side. Peace out #BitchAzzWholes... Shout out to Drezdin for the mantarded hashtag. Kid Kool OUT!!!"

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Kid Kool arrives at his hotel, Christina Nash standing outside.

Nash: Darren, the gym called me... some bodybuilder nearly died, and he said it was your fault, you NEED to watch out!!! Stop going to the extreme, and I need to follow my own advice...

Kid embraces Christina, smiling as he whispers gently to her.

Kid: I AM NOT GONNA KILL A MAN, BRO..........got any crack?

Nash: Sure do, right in my back door. Wanna see?

Kid: Baby...you're the--ACCKK!!

The bodybuilder staples Kid Kool in the back with a staple gun. The bodybuilder tosses Kid Kool away. He then gets in Christina's face.

Bodybuilder: The two of you think you're SO fucking cute? You think you're FUNNY? I've got connections, and I could make it where NEITHER of you are seen in XWF again. Suck my dick, crackwhore.

The bodybuilder heads off, as Christina tends to her man...

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"Brandon Moore... I'm not racist, I'm not fascist, and I DAMN sure don't ride an uber, so you MUST be talking about someone else buddy boy. I do like the confidence, you remind me of a scaled down version of myself. Not as charismatic, not as handsome, but yet? Something's there. I loved the promo, ME HULK, ME ANGRY, ME TEAR UP PHOTOS OF RANDOM STRANGERS, ARRRR!!! Dude, get a grip. You're crazier than that bodybuilder that tried to rip me apart, for realioz. Face me on even ground and we'll see who's the noodle-haired vacuum, you bring your trio of yokels and I'll bring the three hotest prospects in this company.

"As for your remarks regarding Snow...how 'bout YOU get fucked, bucko? No, seriously...seriously...SERIOUSLY, grab a Christmas tree, polish it up all nice and spiffy like and shove it STRAIGHT where the sun don't shine. I may not like her, but I don't have to like her to respect her. When she was about to waste her time fighting Chastity at Broken Hart's mansion, I held her back. Come Savage? I won't be holding her back one damn bit. Scream, scream, SCREAM as the Snow Storm makes you wince in PAIN, you tiny little man!! You've got the looks for the ladies, but you don't have the skills to pay the bills. And after the three of us take your quivering body and run it through the grater, you'll be left a broken, bloodied, shredded corpse...

"...And finally, what you said about Broken Hart... that may be true, he may be a William Shakespeare wannabe, but the dude's got talent for days. I may hate the man in some ways, but I love his desire and passion for this game. There's nothing better in pro wrestling than a wrestler who lives to do what he does. I want you to understand one thing, Brandon. The two of us are only just beginning our adventure in this business.... he's been around for 16 years, and he has a hunger to pull his career up from the soil, to be reborn. Broken Hart isn't a soap opera star..... he's the goddamned devil in the flesh. Snow and I made a deal with him because we knew what he brings to this dance.... and soon?

"So will you."

#TalkinBoutARevolution

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