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Kitt Kennedy · (10-11-2016)

(The scene opens in a small little gym. There isn’t anyone in the gym, it is dark and silent, the only light filtering into the room is from the skylights in the ceiling which illuminates the punching bag that is in the center of the room. A figure emerges from the shadows, slowly walking up to the bag. The figure is revealed to be Kitt Kennedy, still bandaged up after his battle with Bearded War Pig. Kitt is dressed in the “Organization 931” gear that he has been sporting as of late. Kitt doesn’t look happy as he picks a bit at the bag but circles around it, just staring at the bag illuminated by the natural light filtering if from outside. Kitt continues to circle and begins to speak.)

Kitt: This Wednesday I’ve been placed in a Four Corners match with Robbie Bourbon, Peter Gilmour, and that heinous little bitch Dolly Waters. I have a bit of history with Ms. Waters and her loud mouth keeper Mr. Heyman but we will get to that here in a bit. First off….

(Kitt looks up at the camera with a confused look on his face.)

Kitt: …what…the hell…is up with this Bourbon fella? My mistake, Mr. President, or whatever make believe bullshit he has made up in his warped little mind. You are no different than all the other blowhards here in the XWF, everyone of you continue to underestimate me. You talk about my parents or I on hallucinogens…have you seen yourself? I…I….I don’t even know what to say to you to be honest. I mean, you have some serious fucking issues, mental issues on top of the fact that you look like the love child produced if Vader fucked Captain American and nine months later your big ass pops out.

(Kitt looks back at the bag and begins to circle around it again, running his fingers along the bag and he slowly saunters along.)

Kitt: Then I also have Peter Gilmour to deal with. (smiles to himself) Am I related to Mister Kennedy or the Kennedy family….that’s cute Peter. That’s real cute, but not something I haven’t heard before. You mock my Federweight Championship? That’s funny…. (looks at the camera with a cocky grin) …I don’t see any gold around that worthless waist of yours at the moment. You run that mouth a lot about beating me down and taking me out with one punch…don’t be so sure of it my little buddy. Ask your “brother” Michael McBride how that worked out for him. If I remember correctly, he was the one that got his ass handed back to him on a silver platter. You say I don’t mean shit to you…well then looks like I’ll have to get your attention then and make you realize just who the hell I am. I won’t be the one that needs saving so no need to cue Mr. Hasselhoff.

(Kitt slowly stops circling the punching bag.)

Kitt: Then there is….

(Kitt’s hand clenches into a fist.)

Kitt: …Dolly Waters!

(Kitt slams his fist into the punching bag and the sound resounds throughout the empty gym.)

Kitt: I’ll be perfectly honest, I don’t give a shit about getting my hands on anyone else in this match as much as I do you! I plan on beating you down and soften you up before our match on Savage. You disrespected the Federweight title, I took it and I’m running with it. You slam the Television titles around like it’s nothing…you have no sense of respect in you at all and it’s high time that I make you start showing respect where respect is deserved. Just like the Federweight title, I’m going to take that Television title away and restore the legacy and honor to it that you tossed around and basically spit on.

(Kitt takes several more jabs at the bag. He is focused on targeting and landing his punches with precision.)

Kitt: But I see that you had to call in back up to basically protect your little candy ass. Obviously Mr. Heyman is afraid that you can’t handle things on your own.

(Kitt stops jabbing the bag and steadies it as he turns to the camera.)

Kitt: That proves my point Dolly, you’re not this unstoppable force that you claim to be. You are nothing more than a scared little 12 year old that has to hide behind some muscle and talk shit from the security it provides. The way I see it, Heyman assembled you all to form some “super group” even if it is in his own mind.

(Kitt holds up his right hand, facing towards him.)

Kitt: First and foremost we have the leader of the group, Dolly…

(Kitt uses his left hand to put down his pinky.)

Kitt: …there’s the shitty Quizno’s salesman, Equinox…

(Kitt uses his left hand to put down his ring finger.)

Kitt: …then there is Luca….

(Kitt uses his left hand to put down his thumb.)

Kitt: …and lastly Zane “Twitter King” Kingsley…

(Kitt uses his left hand to put down his index finger, leaving his middle finger standing proudly in the air.)

Kitt: So I guess my message is, fuck Dolly, fuck Equinox, fuck Luca, and, make sure you tweet this out, fuuuuck Zane! What you did to Hunter and Joy, that was down right disgusting and it just doesn’t sit well with me. Your time is coming and it is coming quickly. I plan on busting each one of your asses and taking down your little empire before it even gets off the ground. Come Wednesday, I plan on focusing on you Dolly and bringing down a hell down on you like you have never, ever seen before in your entire life. I’m taking you out at all costs…no matter what I have to do, I will make sure you don’t walk away with a win Wednesday or Saturday night.

(Alex walks out of the shadows, the Federweight Championship on her shoulder, glistening in the light coming in from the overhead skylights. She walks up and hands the title over to Kitt who places it over his shoulder.)

Kitt: If you are willing to pull that shit on Hunter then take out Joy, an innocent bystander and Hunter’s wife, then what would keep you from trying to do the same to me and…

(Kitt looks at Alex and their eyes meet at the same time. They both look back at the camera.)

Kitt: …Alex. That just can’t happen. So, (patting the Federweight Championship) just like this title that you couldn’t handle and dropped the ball on, I plan on relieving you of your Television Championship duties real soon as well. First, we must dance at Warfare. I hope that your have something real good in your little bag of tricks because I’m done playing kiddie games with you and you stepped into the grown up world so I’m going to beat you down like one. Should have stayed in school kid…you don’t know who you are fucking with now.

(Kitt stares into the camera as Alex comes up to him and leans into him, her hand caressing the Federweight Championship. Kitt’s face is stone cold and focused.)

Kitt: You all will get a good look at greatness this Wednesday. You all will realize why I am the New Age Legend…the Highlight of the Night….your absolute worst nightmare….come Wednesday….you’re going to experience something you have never experienced before…..

(Kitt stares deep in to the camera, his eyes almost piercing your soul, as the camera slowly fades to black.)

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