A Champion Again...
Posted by: Kidman on 01/09/2003 at 19:29
The moon is out on an unusually warm night for the month of January. Dark gray patches of cloud blanket tiny, sparkling stars in the sky, as a cool breeze blows through, brushing against the face of an intent Billy Kidman. The night is dark, but it is also silent. Only the monotonous song of various nocturnal creatures is carried by the heavens, and the only being around to hear their music is Kidman.
He sits at the base of a large tree, motionless. The tree is all that stands tall in the area, as he gazes upon the tall, swaying grass of an unkept field. Kidman is dressed in the usual garb. His jeans are speckled with holes and tears, and his leather jacket is unzipped revealing a black t-shirt. His hair moves with the rhythm of the wind. He cradles his chin with arms, which rest on his knees which are drawn up to his chest.
As he sits, he gazes off at the landscapes, absorbing the peaceful serenity of the scene. He slowly stirs, placing his right hand on an object beside him. He pulls it towards his face, and stares deeply into it. It is the FTR US Heavyweight title. As he gazes, Kidman begins to speak.
Kidman: "I did not want you. But still you came to me. I ducked and I dodged, but I could not escape you. What do you want from me? Why do you beseech me?"
Kidman pauses, and, as if a thought struck him suddenly, places the belt in his lap.
"No, I did not want you, but maybe I will keep you after all. You are an important token, one that symbolizes my battle with the evil of the Fatal Army. I shall bear you, and bear you with a high chin. This war is mine for the winning."
"At Rampage, the first battle was waged. Eddy Guerrero, you were my teammate, my ally, but most importantly...you were my friend. I layed everything on the line for you when we fought together, and was sure that you did the same for me. But you have succumbed to the persuasion of the Undertaker, and your foolishness has cost you in the form of humiliation. I think that this token I have with me here now proves just who carried who when we were a team. You are merely half the man that I have been for a long time, and as you sit and replay the footage of your shoulders being pinned to the mat for the three count, you may finally see that for yourself."
"Your ego can cloud your vision no longer. You know what the Undertaker will soon realize...I still am no force to be reckoned with...and I still cannot be denied. World Champion? Enjoy it while it lasts, for that will not be long, my friend."
"As for Mortis. You claim that I attacked you from behind...that I sucker punched you and left you lying. Well, the footage of Rampage does not lie. There was no attack from behind. If I am not mistaken, our scrap started with YOU having the upper hand. Maybe your memory is a little shakey still from being struck unconscience by my hands. I do not place blame upon your shoulders for that."
"But now you have sent off a challenge for this championship belt that I carry with me now. I do not back down from a challenge, for no man...no matter what your 'master' may tell you...strikes fear in the heart of Billy Kidman. You, however, did not choose to challenge...instead, you use the Undertaker to try and force me into combat. That simply proves you a coward Mortis."
"At Rampage, I will make what happened to you backstage seem like a prelude to an extensive novel. The United States Championship is going nowhere my friend, just as you are as long as you are following the Lord of Darkness. By trying to threaten me into a match, he is feeding you to the lions...and you don't even see it. You will not see it until it is in the past, and then, Mortis...then, it will be too late."
"You want revenge, you want payback...at Rampage you get payback. You will get payback from me for having wasted so much of my talents, so much of my career, so much of my life within the clutches and teachings of the Fatal Army. My retribution will come, and it will come at your expense at Rampage."
"Undertaker, you say that I was a pawn my entire existence in the Fatal Army? You always have been able to blow smoke with the best of them. I was the man that defeated Shawn Michaels when no one could...and no one includes you, Undertaker. As a matter of fact, I can't recall a time while I have been around in the FTR that you have actually held the world title. Hmmmm..."
"You do not strike fear in my heart. You can stage attack after attack, set up after set up...it will do you no good. Unless you can stop my breath...unless you can constrict my heart from making a single beat...I will continue to be a thorn in your side. I will nag at you and nag at you until you squash my existence, or fall to ME!"
"I wanted peace, but you would not have my peace. Now you will have war. I am waiting Undertaker, waiting for you to gather guts enough to face me, rather than throw your "allies" in my path. I have defeated Eddy Guerrero...I will defeat Mortis...soon you will run out of obstacles to hide behind, Mark. Soon...you will have to face me..."
"That, my friend...is certain."
Kidman slowly climbs to his feet, and throws the title belt over his right shoulder. He cradles it for a few moments, gazing at the moon and stars above. He gives the on last look at the landscape that lays before him before turning his back on it. He walks down a hill behind the tree, and as he shrinks off into the horizon, the scene fades out.
