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| I Don't Need This!; Waylon Krew RP | |
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| Topic Started: Jul 20 2010, 12:08 AM (148 Views) | |
| Waylon Krew | Jul 20 2010, 12:08 AM Post #1 |
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![]() "I am the real King of Chaos!" ______________________________ The arena is nowhere near silent. It is the beginning of Combat Zone Wrestling's Overdrive! The Conseco Fieldhouse is electric, the fans trusting to see yet another excellent show. It's filled with teenagers and adults all getting their popcorn and other snacks sold at the arena. Suddenly, "Light It Up" by Rev Theory blasts through the PA system, and the crowd knows what is happening. The sadistically hardcore motherfucker Waylon Krew walks out, gripping the gut of the weed wacker and ripping it outward, causing it to buzz clamorously throughout the arena! The fans go crazy at the sight and sound of the wacker, and begin a chant. "WACKIN WAYLON"......."WACKIN WAYLON"......"WACKIN WAYLON" Krew grins as wide as he can at the sound of support from his fans. He waves the wacker around some more as he makes his way into the ring. He reaches the center of the ring, shuts down the weed wacker and rests it as his side as if it were a cane. The chant continues until he is given a microphone from a man at ringside. The fans silence themselves to be graced with the words of Father Hardcore. {-Father Hardcore | "Weed Wackin" Waylon Krew-} Evening, ladies and gentlemen. I honestly give you many thanks for such a warm welcome, especially after my slump reccently. I really needed a boost like that....so....thank you again. The crowd cheers for themselves. Self-conceited bastards. {-Father Hardcore | "Weed Wackin" Waylon Krew-} Now, I want to get down to business, because I've been bugged for the past week about things that have been happening ever since I arrived. Now, I've admired CZW for years before I entered it, and I know things were not like this before I was here. I mean, come on, look around you for Christ's sake! We got me trying to cut the guts out of people every week, we got our commentators giving each other low blows over homosexual jokes, we got hoodlums from an island that is somehow considered a state throwing me all over the place, and now we got me teaming up with the guy who I almost killed! I don't know about you guys, but to me that is like Jerry Springer shit! The crowd pops pretty loud, some of the noise laughter. {-Father Hardcore | "Weed Wackin" Waylon Krew-} But I'm going to put an end to all this. As Father Hardcore, the Guru of Extremity, and the Awesomely Badass Black Guy, it is my duty, my job, to.............MAKE SURE THIS MADNESS CONTINUES! The crowd goes crazy at the comment of defying porportions. {-Father Hardcore | "Weed Wackin" Waylon Krew-} Now, to do this, what do I need to do? I need to defy every authority figure, I need to keep pissing off the gay commentators, and I need to make sure that our GM figure is NOT on my side! But of course, there's one more thing I also need to do to insure that I bring this company to complete havoc.....win the CZW World Heavyweight Championship by winning the Money in the Bank match at Heatwave! The crowd pops once more at the idea of Waylon Krew winning the Money in the Bank ladder match come Heatwave. {-Father Hardcore | "Weed Wackin" Waylon Krew-} But that's not now. That's not tonight, or even this week. So why bring it up? Because tonight's tag team match is all about that ladder match at Heatwave. It's basically me teaming up with the guy I almost sliced open....which is stupid...against the human Empire State Building and Canada's Bitch. they're both supposedly some sort of Gods, but I don't buy that. I personally cannot wait to kick their asses and make them bleed perfusely tonight, AND at Heatwave. I also can't wait to make "The King of Chaos" gush red....AGAIN. I don't care if he's my partner, because after we win the match, I could care less if my weed wacker decapitates him! The crowd delivers a mixed reaction. There are obviously some Timmons fans in the crowd tonight. {-Father Hardcore | "Weed Wackin" Waylon Krew-} Alright, alright, I get it. You like Tim Timmons. And speaking of him, I'd just like to deliver a message to him - personally. The crowd listens intently as Waylon wipes his mouth, breathes slowly, clenches his teeth, and stares dead into the camera. {-Father Hardcore | "Weed Wackin" Waylon Krew-} You're the King of Chaos. But you know what, out of all the nicknames given in the wrestling world, I think I should be holding yours. Timmons you are a wrestling clone, doing whatever management feels making you do. You're generic. You're one hell of a wrestler. But I don't see anything in you that spells "Chaos." Now, you look at me and what I've done so far in this company. I've almost dragged you to hell with my weapon, I've poked fun at some big CZW stars, I've defied the demands of many officials numerous times, and I, overall, kick everyone's ass. Now are you going to ignore that and sit there thinking you're the big thing? That you're a bringer of chaos and havoc in this company that nobody else can bring? That you are deserving to be the "King of Chaos?" I am the "King of Chaos", alright? I bring more of it than you ever have. But I guess we'll just have to wait for tonight and see who the better man is in our tag match...see who spreads more chaos. I promise I won't try any funny business towards you....during the match. The best man of our team will spread the most havoc, the most madness, and the most chaos. I look forward to teaming with you, Mr. Timmons. I wasn't before, but this whole thing about being the so-called "King of Chaos" really has me on-edge. See you in the ring, Double T. The crowd continues to cheer, starting yet another chant. "KREW, KREW, KREW, KREW, KREW!" Waylon grins, drops the mic, starts up his weed wacker once again, waving it around in irregular shapes. He walks out of the ring, up the ramp, and halts at the stage. He turns around looking at all the fans, and shouts (without a mic) at the top of his lungs... {-Father Hardcore | "Weed Wackin" Waylon Krew-} My brothers, the words of the hardcore veteran... The crowd finishes with "TESTIFY!" as Waylon laughs and walks backstage. ___________________________________ Waylon Krew is seen walking around, backstage, seemingly worried about something. He's pacing around his locker room, rubbing his head in frustration and impatience. Suddenly, Jenny Jacobs comes up behind him, microphone in hand. She pokes him on the back, frightening him. His eyes go wide as he jumps behind him, giving her an almost comedic look of confusion. {-CZW's Straight-Edge Interviewer | Jenny Jacobs-} Hello, Mr. Krew. Tell me, how do you feel teaming up with your rival tonight? Waylon continues to stare at her with the same puzzled, comedic gawk. The crowd howls in laughter at his facial expression, as Jacobs puts the mic towards Krew's mouth. {-Father Hardcore | "Weed Wackin" Waylon Krew-} Damn, bitch! Where in the hell did you come from?! I mean, this is my personal locker room, the door is locked, and suddenly you come out of nowhere behind me, scaring the ever-loving shit out of me, just to ask me a dumb question like that?! What the hell has Kirkland done to you? I didn't know being straight-edge meant you hid out in people's locker rooms for the fun of it. If so, I would have became straight-edge a long time ago when CZW had a big womens division! {-CZW's Straight-Edge Interviewer | Jenny Jacobs-} You'd better watch your mouth! Brian could kick your ass any day, because he's straight-edge, and that makes him stronger than you, mentally and physically! {-Father Hardcore | "Weed Wackin" Waylon Krew-} Are you kidding me? You know I used to try getting into that straight-edge lifestyle, but one day I came home and had to take more than a couple of painkillers. Why? my back was sliced open so deep that you could vaguely see the bones of my fucking spinal cord. So I think that if your boyfriend went through half the shit I have been through he would be in rehab...and if you want your boyfriend to try his luck with me, go cry to him right now and leave me alone. I was obviously troubled to begin with! Jenny seems pissed off, a scowl covering her face. She's tempted to slap him on the spot, but instead teases leaving the room. {-Father Hardcore | "Weed Wackin" Waylon Krew-} SO....WHAT'RE YOU WAITING FOR?! GET OUT, DAMMIT! The crowd pops as Jenny stares at him, then slowly walks out of his locker room. Krew shakes his head in disgust, as he begins to return to what he was doing. He notices that the camerman is still recording and lets out a slight chuckle before talking into the camera. {-Father Hardcore | "Weed Wackin" Waylon Krew-} Some people just push me over the edge. Now you're probably wondering why I'm pacing so hectically like this. It's because....well, it's honestly a ton of reasons. The publically known one is I'm teaming up with the guy I almost killed two weeks ago. That's not the only dilema, because I'm prepared for it. Something I'm not prepared for is...well, I hope I don't get too much heat from the GM for making this personal, but I just got a phone call. A phone call from a hospital back in my hometown of D.C. They told me that my wife was hit by a truck earlier today and she's in critical condition....and I'm miles away. That was always the problem with being a wrestler like me - always traveling, never spending time with her. And yet she continued to support me. I didn't know how she did it. She's the sunshine of my life. I know if I were to take a plane back home to D.C. she would never forgive me for no-showing tonight, so if she passes tonight, I'll please her. I will do something that she would want me to do....and that is kick everyone's ass and get a victory - for her. The crowd is shocked and remains silent as Waylon covers his face, near a sob. {-Father Hardcore | "Weed Wackin" Waylon Krew-} But she won't pass tonight....she'll live. She has to live. Because if she dies, I'll die. I can't live without her. And I know it. I'm going to win my match tonight myself. And if I don't win because of Timmons, I swear to God, I will decapitate him and begin to dig through his guts. I'm not exaggerating, that's what I will seriously do if you cost me our match tonight! Waylon takes a pause...the crowd is dead silent. {-Father Hardcore | "Weed Wackin" Waylon Krew-} Get out. The cameraman quickly sprints out of Waylon's locker room, leaving the crowd stunned. __________________________ Waylon Krew has to win. The honor of his wife depends on it. Wether she lives or dies tonight, Waylon must take one for her. Waylon must do what she would want done. Chaos spread, blood spilt, and a victory by pinfall. "Don't really feel so good my life is at an end. Fame is so hard to get so many lows and downs." Waylon Krew is down. He must rise up and redeem his wife and himself. "You know I'm not so bad and I can write a song if they only let me show what I can do." Waylon will certainly show what he can do when he kicks some ass tonight. "No way to find a job my car's without a part. Millions of bills to pay my landlord wants me out." This song can represent the situation. Waylon is not searching for a job, but the life of a "garbage" wrestler like him can make stress for cash, as they do get paid little per match. Surrounded in controversy, the landlord...CZW authority...wants Krew out. "Whatever happens you know I will survive, this is not the first time been down this road before." Waylon Krew has been battered and beaten to near death. If he can sacrafice himself all those times, tonight is the night he goes on-edge. She'll survive. She has to. "This time I have to win on my own. This time I have to win can't be wrong." Waylon must be the victor tonight. He won't need assistance from Timmons, he will take on the "Gods" himself. And spread more chaos than his partner as well. "If only just for you it's important to me. this time I have to win yeah, this time I have to win." It is for his wife. It is for him. He must win. He MUST win. "My girl has gone away I'm left here all alone. She said if you make it you know my telephone. My room is empty besides pictures on the walls but i fell that someday she'll be knocking at my door." Waylon's wife is not around. Hell, she's in a hospital bed. But she'll survive long enough to see him, and everything will be alright. He hopes. "This time I have to win on my own this time i have to win can't be wrong. If only just for you, i'll make it. This time i have to win on my own this time i have to win." Waylon's hand will be risen tonight. No matter what, at any cost. It will be. (Lyrics by F.R. David) |
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