THE KEVIN OWENS ZONE!
Tonight, the thousands and thousands of fans that have used their hard earned money on this TNW:R event were in for a show, The Kevin Owens Show! The people had bought a ticket to either boo, or cheer Kevin Owens. No matter what they came here to do, they were in for quite a show as soon as Owens went out into the spotlight. And that's exactly what Owens loved to do, he loved to get the people all excited and booing, hating the living hell out of him. As good of a guy as he was, it was his god gifted talent of making people despise him that got Owens where he was today. People loved to hate Owens, and Owens loved to make them hate him, whether that be on the mic, or in the ring, or on his twitter @FightOwensFight. As the biggest heel on the card, people knew they would get their money worth when they saw KEVIN OWENS. Owens stood backstage in the gorilla position getting his head into the game. He looked at his hands and knuckles, staring at the tattoos commemorating and honoring his loved ones. Owens slowly began to tape up his hands with his signature black tape. The same tape that very much molded and fit with his mainly black attire. An attire that was unorthodox and different for a professional wrestler. Instead of traditional tights or trunks, he sported a pair of shorts. He also wore a shirt, his shirt, which is different among wrestlers. But with the size that Owens was, no one was complaining. However despite his size, he was one of the most agile competitors to step into the squared circle. While he finished taping up his wrists, a producer approached Owens to let him know he'll be going out. Owens, very much deep into his character at this point would nod his head. He threw aside the tape and stood straight behind the curtain, waiting for his cue. He bounced up and down, side to side, and cracked his neck multiple times in various directions. All of this played into his psychological preparation to go out and entertain the people, give them all what they came to see. The strums of guitars hit, Kevin Owen's song, Fight, would play throughout the arena. Even while still backstage, he could hear the fans erupt in boos.
Owens would push the curtains aside and slowly cruise out into the spotlight, and the fans got even more wild when they saw the man himself. He looked around with a smug frown on his face, like he didn't really want to be here. But in all reality, this is all Kevin Owens wanted to be. Yea, he missed his beautiful wife and kids at home, but he loved being on the road and being able to perform in front of the many many fans of TNW:R. Besides, his family as well as million across the globe got to see him perform on live television every week. Kevin stood on the top of the ramp, looking at the crowd, despite being nearly blinded by the many production lights in the building. He looked straight down the ramp. A camera man made a close encounter with Owens, having the camera almost straight into his face. Kevin would see this as a perfect opportunity to let the fans know just how damn good Owens was. They were here to see him, and only him. Owens looked right into the camera and said, "Welcome to the Kevin Owens Zone! Of Course I'm the main event! He would then quickly crack his neck before, quite rapidly, walking down the ramp. While he walked down, the announcer held up the microphone high to their mouth to introduce the man of the hour. "Ladies and Gentlemen the following contest is a first round matchup in the Gold Rush tournament! Introducing first, from Marieville, Quebec, Canada.. KEVIN OOOOOOOOOWENS!" Owens continued his walk from the ramp, and when he was, he noticed a fan by the barricade with a sign. Very unfortunately, it wasn't a Kevin Owens sign. This didn't make Owens too happy, as he approached the barricade and violently, aggressively knocked the sign out of the poor fan's hands. He continued to walk until he got to the bottom of the ramp, where he would turn left and stop in front of the steel steps.
Owens would scale the steps, at a fast pace, and get onto the apron. He swung his foot over, and entered the ring through the ropes. He quickly made his way in and stepped towards the opposite side of the ring. He eyeballed booing fans, who yelled offensive things to the athlete. Owens was no stranger to trash talk, and he would return the favor of yelling at the crowd. It was as if Owens was a child, yelling foolish things to this fan who was having the time of his life. Never did this stranger ever imagine he'd get into a yelling contest with THE Kevin Owens. Kevin would then forget the fan, shrugging him off and almost belittling him. He figures he was done embarrassing him and would just take to finding him on twitter later to block him. Vintage Owens, always finding the easy way out and blocking his troubles and the trolls of the internet. Owens would circle the ring a little, getting a feel for the bounce of it and how hard the bumps would be tonight. As he circled he made sure his tape was correctly placed, and the referee would talk to him on the down low about what would be going on in the match, and how things would work. He gave him the normal details like the finish, some big spots, and how long we'd have. In Owens' mind, it didn't matter how much time he had. He could have an hour or 5 minutes. Either way he would give the audience a great show that they deserve. Owens would cease to circle the ring, and approach the ropes. He leaned down and held onto the bottom ropes, making a mean face into the hard camera, which would slowly zoom into his bearish face, not too pleasing. A face only a mother can love. Owens' song then stopped and he would get back to a complete vertical base, and back up into one of the corners, pacing back and forth.
