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I Believe the Technical, Scientific Term is "Haze"; Johnny Kerosene's RP
Topic Started: Feb 5 2010, 12:47 AM (119 Views)
Johnny Kerosene
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Flies in the vasoline we are
Sometimes I lose my mind
Keep getting stuck here all the time...


Johnny Kerosene opened his eyes, hazily looking over toward his cellphone. Despite being what very few people, most of them likely pretentious scientists who have to get technical about everything, would consider “awake,” he flipped up the phone and brought it to his ear.

Johnny: Hello?

Brian Blaze: Johnny! It's Mr. Sleazy Entertainment himself. My man; how's it going?

Johnny: You woke me up.

Brian: Right, right... It's just barely past noon, isn't it? I forgot about that. Sorry.

Johnny: So what's going on?

Brian: We need you for the house show tonight, man!

Johnny: I didn't know there was a house show tonight.

Brian: Yeah, well... usually if you're not on the card they don't bother telling you about it. We had it all set up and ready to go, but then a certain someone had to go and get arrested...

Johnny: You mean...

Brian: Yeah, he was at a KFC, climbing up on the tables and yelling at customers about the vices of popcorn chicken.

Johnny: Damn. I'm assuming he was, you know...

Brian: Oh, he was fall-down sober. His blood alcohol level was, like, negative point-one-eight, which is way above the limit for public untoxication.

Johnny: Well... his loss, I guess. So who I am fighting?

Brian: A mystery opponent.

Johnny: 'Kay. That's... mysterious?

Brian: Exactly. Don't worry about not knowing where it is or anything; I'll pick you up. We cool?

Johnny: Yeah, I guess... hey, um, last night, some fat guy wearing nothing but a cape tried to assault me, saying I stole his shot at the big time... do you have any idea what that was about?

Brian: Johnny, my boy, I can say with absolute certainty that I do not. Oh, but that does remind me somehow. You probably have no idea; this is such a shot in the dark, but... I got my credit card statement, and there was this weird charge on there for a 30-pack of assorted scented candles-

Johnny: Um, right! Wrestling! House show! Mystery Machine! Be there! Bye!

Johnny quickly hung up, looking around as if to make sure no one saw anything, despite being the only person in the hotel room.

---

Brian picked Johnny up without much incident and drove him to what appeared to be a small gymnasium. Hardly CZW material, even for a house show.

Johnny: This place seems like a crappy place to have a fight.

Brian: Have some respect, Johnny.

Johnny: Respect for what?

Brian: Buildings like this. There are a lot of good wrestlers out there who just aren't in the right place at the right time that fight in places like this their whole career. Not every arena can have five digits of screaming fans. Places like this are perfectly fine. If nothing else, they let you remember how lucky you are.

Johnny: I guess...

Brian: Don't guess. Just don't worry about it.

The two make their way to the locker room, though aside from the other members of Beautiful Agony, no one was recognizable.

Johnny: Brian, what the hell is going on here?

Brian: What are you talking about?

Johnny: I've never seen any of these people before.

Brian: Oh, they're all from, um... developmental? Alright, I'll come clean. Knox didn't get arrested for public untoxication. In fact, there is no such thing as untoxication.

Johnny: Hmm. That's a damn shame.

Brian: Speaking for everyone out there who prefers their morning coffee to be Irish, damn right it is.

Johnny: So what is going on here then?

Brian: I pulled some strings, and this little ol' gym is going to get the biggest bonus main event it's ever seen.

Johnny: Which is?

Brian: Johnny, you want to be a part of Beautiful Agony, don't you? You want the support and guidance of the best faction in CZW history, don't you?

Johnny: Of course.

Brian: Then you'll find out soon enough.

---

The show came and went with a decent crowd reaction, given the size, but just as they were about to file out, a woman came out into the ring and made sure that didn't happen so soon.

Tatum: Ladies and gentlemen, we have one more match for you tonight, showcasing some of the finest in Combat Zone Wrestling!

Those in the audience who were leaving crane their heads back around, most returning to their seats.

Tatum: Introducing first... from Bristol, England, weighing in at 195 pounds... Johnny Kerosene!

Judas Priest's “Johnny B. Goode” began to play as Johnny made his way to the ring. He was smiling, and the crowd was cheering, but something was still definitely off. Once he looked back at the entrance and “Let Me Entertain You” began to play, he knew what it was. Johnny ripped the microphone from Tatum's hand and called out.

Johnny: So this is it, Brian? You're my mystery opponent? You set all this up just so we could fight one on one?

Brian couldn't help but chuckle, walking out to the ring as he brought his own microphone to his mouth.

Brian: Is that what you think this is, Johnny? Nah. We got bigger plans.

Johnny: Bigger plans? What bigger plans could you... wait a minute. This is all some initiation ritual, isn't it?

Brian: About time you figured it out.

Johnny: And I'm going to have to fight the whole rest of Beautiful Agony.

Brian: What? No, no, no. Of course not. That would be stupid. You won't have to fight Tatum.

Johnny: Oh. Well, I suppose that's not so- wait, what?

Before Brian could explain, Tatum gave Johnny a death glare and took her microphone back as “Simple Survival” by Mushroomhead began to play.

Tatum: And his opponents, at a combined weight of Enough, the team of Mike Monroe, Eddie Rowan, and McNally!

Brian: Don't worry, Johnny. I'll be in your corner for this one.

Brian then dug around underneath the ring for another convenient microphone, tossing it to Johnny.

Johnny: Well... I guess 3 on 2 isn't too bad, and I certainly appreciate-

Brian: Whoa. Whoa whoa whoa. I said I was going to be in your corner. I never said I was going to be your tag-team partner! Those are two very different things.

Johnny: But we are a tag team! Aren't we?

Brian: Of course we are. But do you realize how mad McNally is at us 'cause we keep making him say “bouche?”

Johnny: … Is it a lot?

Brian: That is an excellent guess. Anyway, let's get this initiation started!

The bell sounded and Mike Monroe entered the ring, almost immediately flooring Johnny with a clothesline. Johnny stood up and managed to get in a few strikes before being hit with a hard toe kick and dropped again with a hard implant DDT.

Audience: Let's go Misfit! *clap clap clapclapclap* Let's go Misfit! *clap clap clapclapclap*

Mike appealed to the fans a bit before tagging out to Eddie, where the chanting immediately shifted.

Audience: Let's go Nerf Herd! *clap clap clapclapclap* Let's go Nerf Herd! *clap clap clapclapclap*

Eddie, visibly confused, walked over to Brian.

Eddie: Dude, did you tell them to chant “Let's go Nerf Herd?” Come on, man; that's not even grammatically correct-hey!”

Johnny used this opportunity to try to roll up Eddie, but he kicked out at two. He then turned back to Johnny with fire in his eyes, drilling an enzuigiri.

A few seconds later, Johnny stood up and tried to shake off the cobwebs only to see that McNally had been tagged in, and was standing very close to him.

Johnny: … Well. … You're huge.

McNally landed a hard right hook, staggering Johnny who just barely escaped a bicycle kick, after which he spent most of his time running away.

Audience: McNally's gonna kill you! McNally's gonna kill you! McNally's gonna kill you!

Eventually, Johnny found himself trapped, leaving McNally to perform a Second City Sinner... who then tagged out to Eddie, performing a St. Edwards Fall... who then tagged out to Mike, who locked Johnny into a Burn Notice, which he attempted to fight for about half a second until he realized doing so would prolong the fight and tapped.

---

Johnny lay on the ground. He wanted to get up, but... laying on the ground just felt like the best idea at this point. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the calves of Brian Blaze walking over.

Brian: That was great! I knew you had it in you!

Johnny: What are you talking about? I got my ass kicked.

Brian: But you got your ass kicked in exactly one minute and 42 seconds.

Johnny: So?

Brian: Well, let's just say a certain nerf-herder bet me that you wouldn't last two minutes alone against the Tag Team Champions. So I said, “Make it a minute thirty and you can have McNally as well.” And you ran out the clock.

Johnny: So this... wasn't actually intended as a hazing, but was in fact an elaborate plan to win money off of Eddie.

Brian: Yep. Worked like a charm, didn't it?
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