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A Fallen Soldier
Topic Started: Dec 16 2009, 11:46 PM (189 Views)
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11/23/09: Las Vegas Nevada MGM Grand Garden Arena backstage


(The scene opens backstage at the MGM Grand Garden Arena where Overdrive is taking place. I am just entering the building with my home dog Chris Ross. I’m looking all fly with my black dew rag, some baggy jeans, and a white wife beater on. Ross though he’s a man on a mission. He’s completely decked out in camouflage.)

“Ross dog what are we doin hurr?!”

“Kimo it’s simple I am not about to take this shit laying down! Those mother f**kers completely left me out of the whole entire line up? Well you know what? I’m going in to crack some heads!”

(It is very clear that Ross is pissed off. This is a trait of Ross that no one really likes to see. Especially considering the fact that Ross is a “shoot first ask questions later” type of guy.)

“Dog do we even have a target?! We normally plan this shit out ya know!”

(Ross stops and looks at me. He is just shaking with pure rage and has fire in his eyes. You can literally cook an egg on his head that’s how mad he is.)

“What the f**k is there to plan Kimo? I go in there. Kick the hell out of someone. I get the respect I deserve! And then we can go home where I have the pleasure of watching you pass out on the sofa!”

(Great so Ross is now irrational to the point he is willing to lash out on anyone. I find it rather ironic he always is the one complaining about my short fuse temper. Yet it’s moments like this that tend to stick out.)

“Dog what good is that gonna do?! Ya know what we are known fo hurr! We should go out and steal somthin ya know what I’m sayin dog?”

“Steal what Kimo? We already stolen at least 8 vehicles from the roster! What the f**k else do we have?!”

(I look around and smile before turning back to Ross.)

“Dog what about Jesse Montana’s car? I know ya always wanted to rip him off!”

(Ross shakes his head before he lets out a lion’s roar and knocks a soda machine over in an impressive feat of strength. Apparently that wasn’t the idea he had in mind.)

“Kimo that will not solve a f**king thing! Look at me Kimo! Look at me! I’ve been this industry for too f**king long to not be known! And yet they forgot about me again?

“Dog listen to yaself! You be straight up trippin cuz they didn’t put ya on a card!”

(This is another side of Ross I don’t particularly care for. It’s his desire to always stand out in the spot light and have people notice him. Me? I have to little dignity to really care.)

“Kimo you don’t understand.”

“What is there to undastand?! I know ya pissed!”

(Ross continues storming through the backstage area with me following him. Along the way he completely flips a table of catered food over.)

“Dog c’mon!”

“Kimo all my life I’ve been nothing! And ya know what? I am getting very sick and tired of it! They expect me to take this shit laying down? I don’t roll that way Kimo!”

(And so this is where Ross is now going to start talking about his drug dealing days when he was a teenager. I swear I’ve heard this story about 50 billion times before.)

“Ross dog! I know all that! But c’mon dog! Ya think the CZW doesn’t know ya?! Think about that! Ya had one of the biggest feuds eva with Justin Marsham! Togetha we stolen how many cars?! We’ve stood out dog!”

(Ross breathes deeply stopping in his tracks.)

“And if I am so well known why did they forget about Kimo? Why?!”

(Sometimes there is simply no rational talking to Ross.)

“Ya know what dog I don’t know! But ya know what whateva ya do I got ya back!”

(That basically is all I can do at this point. When Ross has his mind set to something he does it. Either I go along or I may very well become that table or soda machine he broke on the way in.)

“Kimo this is more than for myself. This is the islander nation I’m talking about! We’re supposed to represent the Islander nation for what it really is! We aren’t a pack of cannibalistic animals! We don’t go around using our ass as a weapon!”

(All I can do is nod my head. I agree 100% with what he says. I just think this whole idea is ridiculously reckless. We walk to the entrance that leads down the ramp.)

“What are we doin dog? Do ya even have any idea what is going on out thurr?”

“Kimo I don’t care! I don’t even give a damn if there is a match going on. I’m going out there to hurt someone and send a message!”

“Fine dog let’s do this…”

(Suddenly Ross stands in front of me and looks down at me.)

“Kimo I want you to stay here.”

(I look at him surprised. Not once has he ever asked me to not have his back.)

“What?!”

“I’m doing this alone Kimo. This isn’t your fight. This is mine!”

(I can’t believe what Ross is saying. He doesn’t want help from me? This is the irrational side of him speaking again I think.)

“Yo dog are ya fo real?!”

“Yes Kimo I am. This is something I need to do. Just wait here and I’ll be back.”

(I stand there and sigh looking at Ross. I feel completely useless at this point but hey who am I to try and stop him?)

“Aight dog… Just be careful out thurr.”

(Is all I say before Ross storms off to the ramp. He told me to stay out of it so I decided to just wait for Ross to get back. I stroll over to one of the vending machines and pop in a few quarters for a can of Amp energy drink.)




15 Minutes Later


(I’m casually waiting by the ramp drinking my can of Amp energy drink.)

“Yo Ross must be tearin tha house down cuz it’s takin him a long ass time to return!”

(Little did I know that wasn’t the case. What came through that curtain absolutely horrified me. A bunch of medics wheeling my best friend on a gurney completely unconscious. Have you ever had that feeling where you can’t find the right words to say for a situation like this? Well this is definitely one of those moments I am having!)

“Oh my god dog! What in the hell happened?!”

(Finally the words just came pouring out like a broken faucet. But it’s like I’m a ghost. No one is even listening to me. They are continuing to wheel Ross down the hall.)

“YO!!! WHAT THE f**k!”

“Sir you need to stay out of our way. We have a seriously injured man here.”

(I couldn’t even believe what they were saying. They were blowing me off like I didn’t exist.)

“Don’t f**king ignore me you little bitch!”

(And next thing you know I have my hands around one of the medic workers’ neck.)

“WHO THE f**k DID THIS?! TELL ME NOW DOG! I AIN’T f**kIN PLAYIN!”

“It… It was… Ca… Caleb… Wa… Walker…”

(I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Without even thinking I throw the medic back first into the concrete wall. I am full of so many emotions right now it’s unreal.)

“Caleb is a dead man!”

(That is all I say before I bend down and pick up a chain laying on top of one of the production boxes. I’m not the Kimo Newton people know me for now. I feel like a completely different person. Never in the history of my life would I ever feel the way I feel right now. I’m storming to the locker areas clenching the chain in my hand. The grip on the chain is so tight my knuckles must be turning white.)

“CALEB GET YO PUNK ASS OUT HURR RIGHT NOW!!!”

(People are looking confused as to what is going on. People are also wondering what I’m even doing here. A security guard walks up to me standing in my way.)

“Kimo what are you doing here? You aren’t a part of the CZW or staff here.”

“Dog I suggest you get tha f**k outta ma way befo I shove this chain up yo ass!”

(I’m not in the mood to follow any rules anymore. This is beyond personal now.)

“Kimo you need to leave.”

“MAKE ME MOTHA f**kA! I AIN’T LEAVIN WITHOUT TAKIN A PIECE OF CALEB WALKER WIT ME!”

(The security guard tries to push me back and that is when I wrap the chain around my hand and just crack him right upside the head with a chain wrapped punch. At this point I think everyone is staying as far away from me as possible.)

“I told yo bitch ass to get tha f**k outta ma way!”

(I say before I casually head down the hall looking on all the locker room doors. Superstar name after superstar name appear. Brian Kirkland… El Pablo… Cage Stryker… They all are here. And then I find the locker room door with Caleb Walker’s name on it. Without even thinking twice I slam my foot into the door kicking it open. I storm in looking around…)

“Aight Caleb! Where is yo big ass at huh?! I’m waitin right hurr fo ya!”

(And with that being said it appears the locker room is empty. All that is there is Caleb’s bag. I open the duffle bag up and find a pen with a note pad. I sit down on the bench and start to write.)


Dear Mr. Walker,

I am writing this letter to you because you have royally f**ked up. See you attacked my best friend and shipped him off to the hospital. There is one little problem you see. You forgot about the soldiers he has with him. That’s right bitch I am coming for you. You can laugh and take this letter however you want. But mark my words. If Ross is in anything but stable condition by tomorrow you can consider this as a death threat. You have been warned…

Love,

The Hoodlum From Hawaii
AKA: Kimo Newton


(And with that written out I pull a knife out from my pocket and walk over to the door and stab the letter into it, conveniently where Caleb Walker can see it. From there I walk out of the room and out of the arena. This is the last place I need to be right now.)



11/24/09: Honolulu Hawaii Kapi’olani Medical Center



(It’s been a day since the incident happened. I haven’t bothered to change my clothes… To eat… To sleep… Barely even to breathe… They shipped Ross to his home town for treatment. It’s bad enough that I couldn’t go with him but have you ever had to drive from Las Vegas to Honolulu in one day basically running on only a can of Amp Energy Drink?! It’s a miracle I didn’t drive the car into a tree. I’m walking down the hall where I was instructed to go. The smell of death and old people is in the air. I never knew how much a hospital and a retirement home smell so similar. I look over the room numbers until I find the number I was looking for. Taking a deep breath I walk into the room. It appears that a few others have arrived before me. Ross’ mom and dad are already at his bed side. I look at Ross. His whole entire face is bandaged up like he’s a damn mummy. I can’t even count the amount of machines he’s hooked up to. I’m afraid to even touch anything seeing as how I don’t know what does what.)

“Yo Ross dog!”

(I say walking into the room. His dad turns to me shaking his head. It’s clear that things are much worse than I originally thought.)

“Don’t bother Kimo. The doctors said he’s in a coma.”

(The words hit me like a Mack truck. I knew Ross was roughed up but this is beyond anything I was expecting.)

“What?! Yo ya can’t be serious.”

(Is all I say walking over close to the bed. Ross’ Dad looks at me with a tear streaming down his face.)

“I wish I wasn’t Kimo. They said he may not ever wake up.”

“And even if he does we don’t know what kind of brain trauma he could have suffered.”

(His mom chimes in. I walk over to his bedside and just fall to my knees.)

“It’s all my fault. It’s all my damn fault!”

(Is all I can say. There was so much more I could have done to prevent this.)

“It’s not Kimo. Don’t beat yourself up.”

(His dad says but I can’t help it. I have so many emotions going through my body right now I don’t know how to feel. Anger… Rage… Sadness… Worry… Confusion… A combination for disaster.)

“I should have never let him go out there alone. He told me to stay back but I should have known better.”

(I can’t help but let out a few tears. This day has been a living nightmare.)

“Kimo you didn’t know this was going to happen.”

(While his mom’s words may be right it’s beyond the point.)

“But I could have prevented it. And now because of I didn’t my best friend’s life is in jeopardy.”

(It’s rare that I am emotional but this is one of the few occasions. I’ve never felt this type of pain before in my life. It’s true what they say. Your real family is your friends.)

“Chris wouldn’t want you to feel that way Kimo. You know this isn’t all your fault.”

“Damnit to hell it is! Look at him! I always told Ross I’d have his back no matter what and I let him down! How the f**k is this not my fault!?”

(I say through teary eyes looking at his dad. It is the truth. I always told Ross that I’d have his back. It’s kind of a brotherly bond that we share together. I slump down in one of the chairs nearby and just bury my face in my hands trying to contain my emotions.)

“Chris is strong Kimo. He will pull through. We have faith.”

(His mom’s words rolling off my back like they are meaningless. It doesn’t stop the guilt I am feeling.)

“That should be me there… He shouldn’t be in this condition. My carelessness put him there.”

(I stand up looking down at Ross in the bed. I can only imagine what is going through his head being in the state he’s in.)

“What kind of best friend am I?”

(His mom looks at me and sighs. It’s clear that this has been an extremely rough day on everyone.)

“I understand why you must feel this way Kimo. But I can assure you that if Chris can speak right now he’d tell you it’s not your fault.”

“GOD DAMNIT!!! THANKS TO ME ROSS MAY BE DEAD!!! AND YOU ARE EXPECTING TO BELIEVE THAT I HAVE NO FAULT IN THIS?!”

(I am completely losing it at this point. My brain is completely fried from the combination of emotions I’m feeling.)

“Kimo please calm down. I don’t want security up here!”

(His dad’s concern is valid. But I can’t help it. I’ve never felt this way before in my life. I sit next to Ross and look at him face to face.)

“Ross dog listen to me. Stay away from the light. We need ya hurr dog. Yo tha leada of tha pack dog. What are we gonna do without ya? Ya expect me to run thangs? Just please wake up. I don’t know what I’ll do without my Hawaiian sky scraper with me. You’ve been through so much dog. In the BACW you were lit on fire, buried alive, battered, bruised, and head your head smashed open from a sledge hammer against a step. I know ya can fight this dog. I know ya can.”

(That’s all I can say. Whether Ross heard them or not I’m not sure. But it’s all I can do right now. Never have I felt this helpless in my life. The hardest thing is just sitting there and looking at him knowing that I can’t do anything other than wait.)

“Caleb Walker will pay for what he has done!”

(I say clenching my fists. His dad turns to me clearly concerned.)

“Kimo don’t do anything stupid now. I don’t want to see you locked up.”

“I don’t care dog. This is what Ross would want me to do. Caleb Walker will pay with his blood.”

(I would want Ross to do the same thing for me if that were me laying in that bed.)

“Kimo…”

“No Mrs. Ross… This is my mission… This battle will wage on.”

(Ross’ mom completely loses it and starts sobbing in his dad’s arms. I turn and storm out of the room. I can’t take it anymore. While everyone else is sitting around doing nothing I’m going to do something. This is my fight. This is my war!)




11/25/09: Honolulu Hawaii Chris Ross’ home


(It’s been about a day since I visited the hospital. Luckily I was able to get some much needed sleep since then. Shit has taken such an insane turn I must have went damn near 24 hours without any sleep. Thank god for the bottle of Nyquil I found in the bathroom closet. I’m passed out on the couch dressed in basically only my baggy jeans when the door bell rings. I roll off the couch pretty much doing a face plant into the floor. I groggily pick myself up off the floor and walk to the front door and open it up seeing it’s none other than our old friend Red Dog. It’s rare he ever pops up at the house considering we usually come waltzing to his garage whenever we get a vehicle that needs tricked out.)

“Hey Kimo…”

(I rub my eyes seeing as how right now I am seeing two of the guy. I know I look like a complete drunk right now.)

“Ugh come in dog…”

(I say turning around and flopping face first onto the sofa groaning to myself.)

“Kimo you look like hell.”

(I don’t even bother denying it. Right now the last thing on my mind is my appearance.)

“Thanks Red… Just what I wanted to hear… Why are you even here?!”

(Is all I say rolling over to my back looking up at the guy. I swear he looks like a grease monkey with his mechanic’s suit and work boots.)

“Man I heard about what happened to Big Chris. What the hell is going on!?”

(I would love to know how word spread so fast and to Red Dog of all people. I sit up and look at him and sigh.)

“Caleb Walker did it dog. He put Ross in the hospital and now all I can do is just sit helplessly while my home dog’s life is at stake. What am I supposed to do Red? I’ve been beating myself up over this whole entire situation the last few days dog.”

(At this point I’m too emotionally drained to shed any more tears. I truly feel dead inside.)

“Well Kimo with Ross out of the picture you’re now the ring leader man. You gotta do something. You can’t just let Caleb get away with what he did to Big Chris. “

(I nod my head in agreement. But everything just feels so empty right now. I feel as if I am stuck in a dark tunnel with no light at the end of it.)

“Red Dog how am I supposed to be the main soldier that keeps his composure?! Mayne ya’ll are expectin me to be showin no emotion like Big Chris FUHGETIT! I’m hurtin dog. I really am.”

(Red Dog is clearly taken back by what I said. I know it’s rare I show emotion to anyone at all in this world. In fact more or less I usually drown them in a bottle of booze and call it a night but this is one of those rare occasions where I can’t hold anything back anymore.)

“How am I supposed to be the strong one Red? How?! Ross is supposed to be the strength of our group! He always has been! He’s the strength, I’m the wit, You’re the bandit, and Carlos is the scout! We all have a roll in the Hawaiian Hustler organization! And now without our muscle we’re f**ked dog! We’re f**ked! f**kED!!! f**kED!!! f**kED!!! f**kED!!!”

(The last words I say screaming my eyes swelling up with more tears. At this point my eyes feel as if they have been stabbed with needles.)

“You’re really taking it that badly Kimo?”

“You don’t even realize dog… You don’t even realize…”

(That is all I can say. As of now I’m a soldier lost in the battlefield with no leader.)

“Kimo we need to stick together. Sitting around and feeling sorry for ourselves won’t get us anywhere.”

(I sit up and look at Red Dog shaking my head.)

“What the f**k am I supposed to do dog? I got his parents telling me not to go after Caleb Walker for the fact I may wind up like Ross… I don’t know who I’m supposed to listen to! I don’t! I’m a soldier dog! I’m a follower! Not a leader! I followed Ross through hell and back and now I’m completely lost as to what to do!”

(The confusion makes my head feel as if it were being pressed in a vice grip. It’s like a balance beam with no balance in the middle and everything just falls apart.)

“You know what you need to do Kimo. Don’t listen to anyone else except to the voice inside you. Listen to what your heart tells you.”

(At this point it seems like the only logical advice I’ve gotten thus far. So far the options on the table are either kick ass, pray for Ross’ ass, or do nothing and sit on my ass. Well me personally I would rather go in and rip Caleb Walker’s head off. He may be double the size of me but at this point size is meaningless. It isn’t the size of the dog in the fight. It’s the size of the fight in the dog.)

“Red Dog… Get me Jesse’s phone number. The shit has hit the fan dog.”

(That’s all I have to say feeling my fists clench up.)

“That’s right Kimo you know exactly what you need to do. It’s what I want you to do. It’s what Ross would want you to do.”

(I smile looking at Red Dog nodding my head.)

“People don’t know me very well Red Dog. We’re soldiers… We ride together… We die together… That’s the way of the soldier.”

(That is all that needs to be said. The battle lines have been drawn. This is personal and I’m bringing it to Walker’s doorstep.)




12/7/09: Dallas Texas American Airlines Arena


(There I am sitting in the front row watching Overdrive. All I am doing is waiting for my opportunity. No one suspects a thing. Red Dog is next to me for support.)

“This is quite a show Kimo…”

“Dog ya want a show? Imma give you a show once Caleb Walker drags is oversized ass out hurr!”

(That’s all I say as match after match happens. Finally the moment I was waiting for. Caleb Walker VS The Zodiac Thrilla. I damn near jumped the guard rail when Walker’s music started playing. But I need to keep patient. I need to think like a venomous snake and strike when right.)

“I hope you know what you’re doing Kimo. This whole thing has me tense as a mother f**ker I swear.”

(I nod my head watching the match. Zodiac and Caleb are putting on quite a show. However I’ve seen enough. Zodiac and Caleb are on the top rope. Excellent. This is all I need. It’s my time now mother f**kers! I stand up and jump over the guard rail.)

“Kimo! Take this with you!”

(I turn and Red Dog tosses my chair to me. I storm over to the ring and stand on the apron and almost like it’s watching Ryan Howard at bat I completely crack the chair over both there heads. I wasn’t particularly aiming to hit Zodiac but at this point I didn’t care. My rage took over me. He’s a mere statistic in my path! Hey he got in my way of achieving what I wanted!)

“ 1... 2... 3...”

(And Caleb Walker was declared the winner. Well crap… This isn’t how I had things in mind originally. But it still gets my message across. I pull out the contract and show it to everyone. This isn’t just a sudden cameo. This is for real!)



30 Minutes Later…

(After it all is said and done I find myself in the parking lot completely ecstatic over what I have done. For once in my life I actually feel like I’m achieving something and not being just another follower. Red Dog approaches me outside walking out of the arena.)

“Yo Kimo… I got a glimpse of the card… You’re on it in a four way against Zodiac, Johnny Kerosene and Sean Hustle…”

(I nod my head turning to him.)

“I know Red I know… I don’t really care. I don’t! There ain’t a damn word no one can say about me! There ain’t shit! I’m too much in my own zone to give a damn yo! Zodiac can go f**k his stupid Cali self as far as I’m concerned! He thinks he’s gangsta? He doesn’t know gangsta until he met The Hoodlum From Hawaii! I ain’t wantin to hear shit about how hard he’s had it in Cali! I’m from Hawaii biatch! We’ve grew up in the real hood!”

(Red Dog hands me a bottle of Jamaican Rum and I take a drink from it.)

“Kerosene? Hustle? Who the f**k are these clowns? Ya know what I don’t give a damn! I am going to do something no one has ever done before in the history of this company! I am going to do a promo against myself!”

(I say clearing my throat and taking a diplomatic stance.)

“I’m fat as hell! I got breasts! My breath stank! My feet stank! My ass stank! I haven’t washed in a week! I’m wearin a dirty shirt! My bed stank! I haven’t washed ma motha f**kin sheets in ova a year! I sleep on a futon! My feet hurt! My head hurt! My nose hurt! I look like a damn giraffe! I’m musty! I’m crusty! I’m ugly as hell! I’m stupid! I’m ignorant! I’m nasty! I’m foolish! I’m ALL OF THE ABOVE! I like Spider Man! I like Bat Man! I like girls but they don’t like me! Go ahead and say something dogs… But it doesn’t matter for I already said all you need to say about me! This is The Hoodlum From Hawaii… Peace Out…”

(And with that ends the beginning of what I call The Redemption Of A Fallen Soldier.)


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