Match Two: Kennedy Vs. RNRG

[Kaleb Steele]

Friday Night Assault

~Where Xtreme Is Only The Begining~

Date: October 14th

RP Limit: 1 Per Character

RP Deadline: September 13th, 2022 @12am PST

*Match Two*

~Tournament Match~

Brian Kennedy Vs. RNRG

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The scene opens up with Brian sitting at a desk with a stack of papers in front of him and off to the right is The SCW Alternative Title. Right behind that the UHW Tag Title is barely seen in view. He is wearing an Empire t-shirt and some Clic Gold Sport sun glasses. He smirks as he looks into the camera, knowing he is already under the skin of his soon to be opponent. He notified the management of AXW asking for this match, since UHW is invading this company he wants to start setting the bar that the people need to reach if they are ever going to beat anyone from UHW. He begins to speak after taking a drink of his glass of tea.



Brian: Roll n Roll God is it? You know, I been watching you. Waiting for something with some substance, something that is worthy of the dick swinging you have been doing around here and you know what? I asked for this match to see if you would run like the true bitch you are, or if you would put up the fight that I heard your capable of doing. After all, you did call Dean Tyler a jobber to your greatness. Coming back after an 11 year hiatus.



He laughs a bold hearty laugh. Knowing he is just getting started.



Are you serious? For real? Calling a man that has done more in his career than you have ever dreamed of. Well let’s stop there. Cause to be honest. And Dean, I mean this with the up most respect. You couldn’t lace my boots, and that’s with them on and half way laced up. Yes. You beat Dean and to be honest I don’t know how you pulled that off. He must have not slept off the partying he done the night before. But Rock, we are talking about me and you. Brian Fucking Kennedy. And you, Rock n Roll. I’m leaving the God out. Because you haven’t earned me putting that at the end of your name. Cause you’re the God of nothing in my book. Your not relevant. Your nothing but some used up gum stuck to the bottom of my boots. You’re a complete joke in my book. And all that shit you utter out of that cum dumpster doesn’t measure up. I mean come on.



He pauses a moment to light a blunt and then continues to talk.



Rock n Roll God, what kind of Barnum Bailey circus shit is that? Did you get your name out of a cracker jack box? Did a 2 year old neglected kid name you? Or did you look at a Rolling Stone Magazine and see Jimi Hendrix on the cover? Seriously, who in the hell takes you serious? What companies outside of the circle that your invested in as part owner. Either behind the scenes or actually upfront about it, do you amount to something? Because from where I’m sitting, you look like a huge clown. And your in ring name. (He laughs) Really makes me laugh my ass off. Not just because you’re the biggest clown I ever seen. But because you think in the back of your head that you could ever in your life could beat me.



He takes another hit off his blunt. Then relights it cause it went half way out while he was talking. He gets a few good hits and takes another drink of his tea.



Let me ask you a question. Do you know I’m one of the highest paid Wrestling Entertainers in the business? That’s why I own 2 pair of $75,000 sunglasses. Why I own a Bugatti LA Voiture Noire. That has a 18.7 Million dollar price tag. And I own several Nissan Skylines. My two favorites? Well one is a R34 GT-R Nismo Z-Tune and the other favorite is a 1996 R34 V-spec 2 NUR. Only 718 ever made. That one was a gift from my good friend Jessica. Do you know why I brought that up? It’s because I make that much God damn money. Yes I own a 5 star restaurant and one of the hottest night clubs in Baltimore. I get paid to come do what I love. I love being a GOAT in the wrestling world. Ever since I stepped in the ring the first time, I knew I was going to be one of the best. And Rock, your none of that. But when it comes to this match. None of the shit about money matters.



He pauses to sit his blunt down. Standing up now he walks past his case with all the various Titles and awards he has won through out his career. The Alternative title and his Tag Title over his shoulder. He speaks.



I’ll stop with the dick swinging now and won’t talk about the Titles I’ve won over the years. Because they don’t matter right now. And honestly neither does my cars and the other shit I said about the money. What I said about you. That matters. It matters very much. You see, as I’ve said. I’ve been watching you. And it’s closer than you thought. And what makes it even better. I’m gonna get into your head even more lil bitch. You see, I’ve been watching you even closer than you can imagine.



He starts laughing again. Knowing that Rock n Roll joke has his mind reeling right now trying to figure out what the monster known as Brian Kennedy has up his sleeves.



You see Rock, I can get you touched at anytime. When you least expect it I’m gonna pull the plug on everything you hold dear to you in your life. And running to ECWF will save you. At the snap of my fingers I can end that. Think I’m full of shit or some sort of joke and think what you want. I have reach. I’m actually respected in the wrestling world. Unlike you.



He chuckles now. He takes his glasses off looking deep in the camera.



Rock, the last things I’ve heard through the grape vines even makes you looking like a complete joke and a baby back bitch is this. And this is why your viewed as the bitch you are is this. I heard was crying to the brass about having to face me. Well you should be scared. You should be worrying about what lengths I’m going to go to end your career. I put a challenge out there to you not too long ago and you ran from me then. It’s booked. You accept the challenge or you too big of a bitch. Because you know your not on my level. You know you fear me. And you know I’d put you on a shelf. Soon to fade from anyone’s memory. As for me? My name is synonymous with the greats like Ric Flair, Hulk Hogan, and Randy Savage. You’re nothing but a jobber to the stars. I’d call you a stepping stone. But we both know your just a pebble. The balls in your court. Let’s see what you got.



He pauses smirking. Knowing that what he just said is nails in the coffin. Case closed.



But don’t take it personal. It’s just good business. And it's more than me just not liking you. I fuckin Hate you. I'm going to love destroying you. See you soon!


The screen flashes to a picture of RNRG that busts out in flames and then fades to a Empire Logo as Brian is heard laughing an evil laugh.