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| F**k the System....and Nasty; Waylon Krew RP | |
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| Topic Started: Aug 1 2010, 12:15 AM (160 Views) | |
| Waylon Krew | Aug 1 2010, 12:15 AM Post #1 |
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![]() "I think I might legitamately murder someone some day....by accident of course." _________________________________ It's nearing dark in Grand Rapids, Michigan, as fans pummel into their seats within the Van Andrel Arena. It's a packed one, tonight. All of the CZW wrestlers are also gearing up for their matches, changing into their wrestling attire, pumping some iron. At least, all the wrestlers with the exception of one. As the crowd of CZW fans grab their seats, an image pops up on the central titantron. An image of "Father Hardcore" Waylon Krew! The crowd goes nuts as The Wisecracker with the Weed Whacker nods to his dedicated fans, seemingly using a hand-held camera. {-Father Hardcore | "Weed Wackin" Waylon Krew-} Hello there, Krew fans. I just wanted to get some air before I wrestle tonight against that freak. Oh, I'm sorry, Nasty, are you watching? I know there are monitors in the locker rooms. I just hope that my little segment here amuses you as much as it will me. Waylon begins to walk, holding the camera directly horizontal of his face. He is walking in a parking lot. He has a bit of a smirk on his face, but his grave tone of voice notifies that he is serious in every word he is speaking. {-Father Hardcore | "Weed Wackin" Waylon Krew-} You all know that my wife was hit by a truck last week in my hometown of Washington, D.C. She was in critical condition, as in danger of dying in case Nasty doesn't understand. I half-expected a clean wrestling match due to those circumstances, but I have no clue why. I mean, do I ever wrestle clean? Nope, never. So why should I get a clean match in return? There is no good reason why, and I got far from a loyal contest with "Gods Amongst Men". Croft and Nasty made fun of my dying wife, which I find to be more sick than anything I do in the squared circle, then made a fool out of me by man-handling that idiot Timmons. Believe me, if I were conscious at the time, I would have murdered Timmons. He was lucky he got out of that ring before me. You know, I think I might legitamately murder someone one day....by accident, of course. That is, if I rage like that again. Waylon stops for a second to straighten his back. He sighs and continues walking through the parking lot. {-Father Hardcore | "Weed Wackin" Waylon Krew-} You know right after that tag match I climbed on to the first plane back to D.C. to be with her. I saw her, fully alive and conscious, but certainly not one hundred percent. She grinned at me, which took most of her strength. She began to say something. What i thought was going to come out of her mouth was "You failed" or maybe "You tried" or something concerning the outcome of the match, but what psychotic words she spoke were...."Kick his ass." God, I love my wife! But anyways, it was from that point on that I realized what I had to do. I didn't have to ponder over what happened to her and fight for her. I just needed to wrestle like I always do - and that means weed wackin' and gushing some blood! The crowd pops for the return of the truly extreme side of Krew. {-Father Hardcore | "Weed Wackin" Waylon Krew-} So I thought to myself - what is the perfect way to teach that peanut-brain Nasty a lesson? Besides beating his ass in the ring, of course. He is one of the biggest jackasses known to mankind, so I figure he doesn't have any sort of relationship. In addition to the jackass characteristic, he probably wouldn't give a damn if I did anything to an immediate member of his family. So what could I do? Well, a "man" the size of Big Nasty must have everything custom made for him. Custom shirts, custom pants, custom boots......custom cars. Some of the fans pop slightly as they know what is coming. Krew walks over to to a black H2 Hummer. Waylon places the hand-held camcorder on the car opposite of the Hummer. He walks back to the Hummer and inspects it. He rests his left leg on the hood of the truck, looking back at the camera. ![]() {-Father Hardcore | "Weed Wackin" Waylon Krew-} Well, well, well, Nasty. Nice to know you care about the environment, heh. But in all seriousness, it looks like you've made this truck your baby. Very prestine. I'm jealous, actually, my car has never been this clean. and I give you props for buying this kind of car, dude. you know, the H2 is the perfect fit for you. Slimmer than the H1 but taller than the H3. I can actually see that you got this hood custom-made. You must be really pimpin', haha. Fabulous car, Nasty, I have to give you props. Waylon begins inspecting the car, the grin still on his face. Suddenly, the grin transforms into an exaggerated frown as he examines the windshield closely. {-Father Hardcore | "Weed Wackin" Waylon Krew-} But hold on just a quick second, man. I think....I think there's a dirt spot on your windshield! Here, let me fix it for you... Out of nowhere, Waylon grabs ahold of a crowbar and viscously smashes it against the windshield, shattering it into little pieces. Then he grins again, putting his thumbs up. {-Father Hardcore | "Weed Wackin" Waylon Krew-} All better, man. Oh wait just a minute....I think there's more than a couple of spots of...is that bird crap on your tires? Eh, don't worry, I'll just scrape it off! Waylon raises the crowbar high over his head like he his about to hit a golf ball off of a tee and rams the point into the tire, causing it to leak all of its air out. The Hummer is now lopsided. Waylon shrugs, nodding his head. The crowd is going wild. {-Father Hardcore | "Weed Wackin" Waylon Krew-} I think there's something over....yeah, there's definitely something up in the back here. Just give me a second, man... The grin goes away and Waylon goes into a fit of recreational rage, beating all parts of the truck as hard as he can with the steel crowbar. The side windows go first, followed by the side-view mirrors. He then kills the other tire on his side, and then pursues the hood. He cracks through the metal of the hood and creates a gaping hole in the very center. He then proceeds to climb the hood and perch himself on top of the truck. He breathes in, holds the crowbar high in the air, slowly exhales, and then strikes the top of the truck with all of his might, going right through the metal and into the dashboard in the interior of the vehicle. Waylon breathes slowly as he jumps down. He backs up to view the destruction he caused, nodded, looked at the camera, and said... {-Father Hardcore | "Weed Wackin" Waylon Krew-} I think I may have gotten the spot off! Maybe? What do you guys think? The crowd pops the loudest they ever have to Waylon. {-Father Hardcore | "Weed Wackin" Waylon Krew-} The people have spoken. Thank you for your time... Waylon swiftly moves out of the camera's picture. then he awkwardly steps back. {-Father Hardcore | "Weed Wackin" Waylon Krew-} By the way, Nasty, that'lll cost you $344.99 for the expense of the crowbar and the time I put into the repairs. And I expect that in cash only. ____________________________________ The crowd is sitting in their seats, eager to see if there will be any other segment before the intro of Overdrive. Lucky enough, they get to be in the presence of the Wisecracker with the Weed Wacker twice, as Krew's new theme "F*ck the System" by System Of A Down blasts through the PA system. Thrown off by the new theme at first, the crowd gives no reaction. Suddenly, a weed wacker can be heard guzzling backstage, and the crowd knows exactly who it is, and begins to mark out. and there is, on the stage, waving his signature weed wacker around and around. Krew smiles at the thousands in attendence cheering for him. Suddenly, he notices a group of obese middle-aged men near the ramp booing him. He gawks at them in awe. The crowd begins a "SHUT THE F*CK UP" chant directed towards the group of men, but they don't stop. Krew demands a mic, and gets one from the frightened ringside worker. Waylon walks over to the fatasses, studying them. {-Father Hardcore | "Weed Wackin" Waylon Krew-} So......I hear you're not a big fan of Waylon Krew. The men nod their heads, one of them yelling "You betcha!" {-Father Hardcore | "Weed Wackin" Waylon Krew-} Any particular reason you feel that way about me? One of the men nods and puts his mouth on the mic... {-Idiot Fatass Fan | Is an Idiot-} I remember the good old days where we watched wrestling greats like the Hulkster, not some idiot who cuts people open with a gardening tool for fun! Waylon takes the mic back, sarcastically nodding and chuckling. {-Father Hardcore | "Weed Wackin" Waylon Krew-} I remember that. That was like...what, twenty to thirty years ago? Look, I was a Hogan fan when I was a youngster too. But I did not end up a disgusting 50-year old virgin who plays WWF Wrestlemania on his NES in his mom's basement. I became a hard-boiled MAN, who took part in a MAN's sport. You obviously cannot handle this, because you are not a MAN. Now thanks for coming. Good bye. Krew walks down the ramp, leaving the group of men standing there, blank expressions on their face. The rest of the crowd develops a "YOU GOT OWNED" chant. Krew cackles at the chant as he makes his way into the ring. He walks to the center of the ring and looks out at the fans in attendence. {-Father Hardcore | "Weed Wackin" Waylon Krew-} I just wanted to come out here because I heard Big Nasty is angry that I repaired his truck. So, I just wantred to hand him the opportunity to show me the reasons for his emotions. Waylon awaits Nasty's arrival, but nothing happens. The crowd tries to get out a "PUSSY" chant, but it doesn't get far for whatever reason. Krew sucks his lips in, waiting. after about twenty seconds, he shrugs and says... {-Father Hardcore | "Weed Wackin" Waylon Krew-} Well, I guess he's either a pussy or he's setting up a wake for his Hummer. Either way, I guess we won't be seeing him out here until our match....which fortunately opens Overdrive! So I get to stay right here! The crowd pops at that comment. A ringside worker gingerly approaches Krew, whispering something in his ear. {-Father Hardcore | "Weed Wackin" Waylon Krew-} Oh, my bad guys. Apparently some idiot Jack Abraham is wrestling a lion first. Ha, good luck with that! Wait...that's his nickname? What did you say? Oh! I get it...wait, Lex Lo Duca? What the hell kind of a name is that? Well, whatever! I will see you all in about....oh, ten minutes! I hope you all have a great time watching CZW Overdrive! The crowd lays down a huge pop as Krew pulls the chord on the weed whacker, causing it to rumble throughout the arena. He waves it around walking up the ramp, teasing cutting off the heads of the idiot fatass group of fans, who get scared sh*tless. Krew cackles at their flinch as he walks backstage. Krew breathes slowly, powering down his whacker as he walks through the narrow hallway and into his locker room, to find that it had been broken into. The door was knocked down, and his belongings scattered all over the floor. Krew grins and shakes his head, brushing the situation off, until he sees something that catches his eye. It's reflecting the dim light from the lamp above. He walks over to it and picks it up. He examines it carefully, and a fit of uncontrollable anger enters him, visible on his face. It's a photo of him and his wife on their wedding day. Glass of the frame cracked and the actual photo ripped in two. Krew's eyes widen, and he begins to breathe slowly and angrily. He knows who did this. And that man will DIE...tonight! END RP Edited by Waylon Krew, Aug 1 2010, 12:15 AM.
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