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The Pro Minute of a Kobe Catastrophe; Krew RP
Topic Started: Nov 11 2010, 09:42 PM (111 Views)
Waylon Krew
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The camera opens up to an image of Father Hardcore, ※Weed Wackin§ Waylon Krew. His eyes seem to be on fire and his frown is devouring his face. It*s pretty obvious that he*s awfully pissed off. Behind Krew is a backdrop of the CZW logo. After a couple of seconds of gawking into the lens of the camera, Krew grabs a CZW microphone and begins to speak in an angry tone of voice.

§Father Hardcore§ Waylon Krew 每 This past Sunday an event occurred. This event was a mind-blowing event, and so much shit happened I cannot even begin to tell you the surprises that took me aghast throughout the night. Hell, I got TEN staples throughout my entire fucking body! But you know what? None of that matters! The only thing that matters is, even after my internal struggle, I still failed to win the Intercontinental Championship. I refuse to accept it, dammit! I worked so hard to get to that spot throughout my life, and I blow it just like that? Perhaps my physical boundaries are not as vast as I have expected them to be. Perhaps what I*ve seen from my mind and soul are completely untrue these days.

Waylon sticks his finger around his eye to get something out of it, sighs, and stares cold into the camera.

§Father Hardcore§ Waylon Krew 每 Wire and Dice#I*m coming for yo#

CUT!

The camera goes out of focus a little, and Waylon shows a confused look.

§Father Hardcore§ Waylon Krew 每 What, what*d I do?

Their name is FIRE and ICE, not Wire and Dice!

§Father Hardcore§ Waylon Krew 每 Fire and Ice?!

Yeah.

Waylon pauses for a second.

§Father Hardcore§ Waylon Krew 每 Isn*t that a type of condom?

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§Father Hardcore§ Waylon Krew 每 Fire and Ice#I*m coming for you. And your condoms!

Cut! Stick to the script, man!

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§Father Hardcore§ Waylon Krew 每 Fire and Ice, I*m coming for you. You*re not going to be getting in the way of me tasting my first piece of championship gold in this company. And if you get in my way, and you claim the gold for yourself#I*ll burn your homes down!

What!? You can*t burn their damn houses down!

§Father Hardcore§ Waylon Krew 每 But it*s good cardio.

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§Father Hardcore§ Waylon Krew - #hey chickenshits!

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Waylon stares blankly into thin air.

§Father Hardcore§ Waylon Krew 每 #######.

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§Father Hardcore§ Waylon Krew 每 You know what, the fuck with you, I*m saying what I want to say!

Krew picks his nose for a second, making a repulsed face, shakes himself out of it, and looks into the camera. Behind Krew, Rosman Ballard enters.

§Father Hardcore§ Waylon Krew 每 I don*t think anybody realizes what this means to me. By this, I mean winning championship gold. Nobody#and I repeat#nobody#is going to cost me my title shot. Whether it be Waters and Blaze, the Spectacular Spectacle or whatever, or even my own partner, Rosman Ballard. Nobody is getting out of this match alive#except me#count on that!

Rosman Ballard gives a frightened face. Waylon turns around to see him, and grins.

§Father Hardcore§ Waylon Krew 每 Oh hey, my main man! What*s going on, Rossie?

Ballard*s face grows even more frightened. He gulps, trying to hold back tears.

Rosman Ballard 每 You#*sniffles*#you said you were going to KILL me!

§Father Hardcore§ Waylon Krew 每 What? No, no, no#

Rosman Ballard 每 Yes! Yes, you did! You said it! You said nobody was getting out of this match alive except you!

§Father Hardcore§ Waylon Krew 每 Oh, yeah, well I obviously didn*t mean#

Krew is cut off by Rosman*s rather loud sobbing. Krew rolls his eyes, as he tries to comfort his partner.

Rosman Ballard 每 I*ll never be able to defeat all Seven Sisters#

Rosman*s eyes widen and he stops crying for a second, as if realizing something. Then he sobs even louder.

Rosman Ballard 每 I*LL NEVER RESCUE HARKLE HARPELL FROM THE SEA OF SWORDS!

Waylon rolls his eyes again, in a confused manner.

§Father Hardcore§ Waylon Krew 每 I*m not killing you!

Rosman stops crying for a minute, staring at Waylon.

Rosman Ballard 每 You*re not?

§Father Hardcore§ Waylon Krew 每 No! You*ll be able to kill all of the sisters you want, and you*ll be able to rescue all of the hackle crackles from those swords!

Rosman begins to grin.

Rosman Ballard 每 Really? YAHOOO!!

Rosman begins to run around the room dancing in such a fashion that it makes Waylon try to walk out the door, but Rosman stops him and makes him dance. Reluctantly, Waylon begins to dance alongside Rosman, dancing like the kids in the ※Above the Influence§ commercials. The DM walks in, very confused.

The DM 每 Umm#what*s going on here?

Waylon stops dancing, looks at The DM awkwardly, and punches him out. Rosman stops dancing, aghast at Waylon*s actions.

Rosman Ballard 每 Wha#why#why*d you knock him out!?

§Father Hardcore§ Waylon Krew 每 He was probably gonna tell people about me dancing like a drunk teenager attached to strings! Nobody can know about this!

Rosman Ballard 每 But you just can*t go around punching people out!

Waylon and Rosman stare at each other for a minute, and then Krew just punches Rosman out as well. Waylon realizes what he did, and makes an embarrassed face. He looks around, and sees the camera, still rolling. He walks over to the camera and begins to fiddle with it.

§Father Hardcore§ Waylon Krew 每 Yeah, this tape*s getting destroyed#

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Waylon is in his locker room, along with the unconscious bodies of Rosman and The DM. He*s playing an Xbox 360, getting frustrated, almost breaking the buttons. Suddenly, Rosman awakes.

Rosman Ballard 每 Ugh#oh my, what in the name of Tharizdun happened to me?

Waylon answers, not taking his eyes off of the TV screen.

§Father Hardcore§ Waylon Krew 每 You and DM tripped and fell while dancing and bashed your heads really hard against the radiator.

Rosman Ballard 每 Oh#I knew something like that would happen. If only I had the tactic balance my wizard had#

§Father Hardcore§ Waylon Krew 每 Well, after all of the abuse your body took at Horrorcore in that UV title match, you should be careful. You could get a concussion.

Rosman Ballard 每 &Tis true, my noble brother. I*m glad I have you to protect me. Hey, what game are you playing? ※Neverwinter Nights 2: Mysteries of Westgate§?

Waylon gives him a confused look, but immediately turns his attention back to his game.

§Father Hardcore§ Waylon Krew 每 No, I*m playing the CZW video game. The only problem is that neither of us is in the game, so I had to make us in the ※Create A Wrestler§ mode.

Rosman walks over, still dizzy, and looks at the screen.

Rosman Ballard 每 Why do you have an eight-pack# and you look at least seven foot! And why am I so obese? I*m not that big#am I?

§Father Hardcore§ Waylon Krew 每 Don*t matter, look how bad we are owning Fire & Ice and Spectacle!

Suddenly, the screen goes blank, and the Xbox console begins to make random estranged noises. Then, it turns off, and the green light turns red.

§Father Hardcore§ Waylon Krew 每 Shit!

Rosman Ballard 每 What has happened?

§Father Hardcore§ Waylon Krew 每 Goddamn red rings of death!

Rosman*s eyes widen and he hurdles himself on to the ground, covering his head. Waylon just stares at him.

Rosman Ballard 每 Quick, noble brother, get down before you too are killed!

Waylon shakes his head, murmuring to himself.

§Father Hardcore§ Waylon Krew 每 It means the damn thing is broken!

Rosman Ballard 每 Oh#I see#

Rosman gets himself up as Waylon rises from his chair. The two yawn, stretching out their limbs.

§Father Hardcore§ Waylon Krew 每 What do ya say we go out for a little bit?

Rosman Ballard 每 But what about DM?

Waylon looks at the still unconscious body of The DM. Waylon shrugs.

§Father Hardcore§ Waylon Krew 每 He*ll live. Let*s go!


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Ballard and Krew are walking through the streets of Kobe. Waylon is grinning, happier than he*s been in a long time. Ballard, on the other hand, seems rather uncomfortable.

§Father Hardcore§ Waylon Krew 每 Well, Rossie, knowing you you*ve probably never come to Japan before. So I understand that you*re rather tense. Just so you know, I*ve been to Japan dozens of times, I think I know the place better than the United States. So no need to worry, okay?

Rosman reluctantly nods.

§Father Hardcore§ Waylon Krew 每 I have a couple of ideas for our venture around Japan. We*re going to shake off some of that sore from Horrorcore and we*re going to replace it with momentum. Rossie, have you seen what Shawn Waters has been doing?

Ballard shakes his head.

§Father Hardcore§ Waylon Krew 每 He*s going around Japan trying to expose us as fakes. Hell, he called you a noob at Dunces & Dragons!

Rosman*s eyes widen, flabbergasted.

Rosman Ballard 每 WHAT! I*ll kill him! I*ll murder him! I*ll make him the noob!

Waylon grins.

§Father Hardcore§ Waylon Krew 每 That*s the spirit. Now, let*s get a move on. We*re proving that we*re the best at what we do.


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Waylon and Rosman emerge from a taxi in front of a store. The top of the store reads ※母件斥亦件朮ㄕ玉仿打件朮§ Rosman looks at Waylon curiously. Waylon responds with a wide grin. Patting him on the shoulder, Waylon says#

§Father Hardcore§ Waylon Krew 每 Have fun, buddy. I*ll see you in a couple of hours.

Waylon begins to walk back towards the taxi, and halts when he sees Rosman just standing there dumbfounded. Waylon desperately gestures Rosman to go inside.

§Father Hardcore§ Waylon Krew 每 Go, dude!

Rosman gulps and enters the store. Waylon grins to himself, and gets inside the taxi.

§Father Hardcore§ Waylon Krew 每 Show them who the noob at Dunces and Dragons is, buddy#hey, can you take me to the airport?


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Soon enough, Krew is in another taxi, in the illustrious capital of Japan#Tokyo! The taxi stops itself in front of the ※Madison Square Garden of Puroresu§, the Korakuen Hall. Krew pays the driver, and kicks open the door. The parking lot is abandoned, as nothing is going on in the arena, lucky for Waylon. He opens the doors of ※The Hall§ and walks down the hallways, to the arena itself.

A ring is set up in the center.

Waylon*s face lights up as he walks down to the center of the arena to get into the ring. He jumps over the barricade and runs into the ring. He puts his arms up as if the arena is completely full. Suddenly, deathmatch legend Atsushi Onita emerges from backstage.

§Deathmatch Legend§ Atsushi Onita 每 Hey#who are you and what the hell are you doing trespassing like this?

Waylon looks at him with the same look Onita is giving him.

§Father Hardcore§ Waylon Krew 每 I could ask you the same question. How long ago did you retire, Mr. Onita?

§Deathmatch Legend§ Atsushi Onita 每 I*m scouting talent tonight. Now tell me who you are!

§Father Hardcore§ Waylon Krew 每 Does the name Shawn Waters ring a bell?

§Deathmatch Legend§ Atsushi Onita 每 Yes, in fact, I#hey, you*re the one he showed me, the one he told me about! The DISGRACE!

Waylon smirks.

§Father Hardcore§ Waylon Krew 每 Well, that*s exactly why I*m here, Mr. Onita. To prove you and Waters wrong. I*m challenging you to a deathmatch. Right here. Right now.

§Deathmatch Legend§ Atsushi Onita 每 You*re joking, right? I*m retired! I*m not wrestling you!

§Father Hardcore§ Waylon Krew 每 I*ll put the title of ※Father Hardcore§ on the line.

Onita pauses, considering the offer. Then, he removes his shirt.

§Deathmatch Legend§ Atsushi Onita 每 Anything to prevent a poser like you from getting the title I deserve.

Onita whistles to workmen in the back to bring out weapons 每 chairs, panes of glass, light tubes, thumbtacks, you name it. They quickly replace the ring ropes with barbed wire ropes. Onita slides underneath the bottom barbed wire rope and stands face to face with the current Father Hardcore. A timekeeper rushes out to ringside, bell in hand, along with a cameraman. Waylon stares directly into the camera, and mouths the words, ※This is for you, Waters.§

The bell rings#


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After thirty intense minutes, Waylon Krew and Atsushi Onita are exchanging blows, their bodies devoured in blood. The ring is filled with shattered light tubes and flooded in blood. Suddenly, Waylon receives a power surge throughout his body and begins to delivering rapid right hands to the face of Onita. Waylon clotheslines him to the ground, and gets out of the ring. He grabs a bag of thumbtacks, and slides back into the ring. He empties the bag in the center of the ring, creating a tremendous pool of the demonic little objects. Then Waylon picks up Onita, sets him up, and connects with the death valley driver 每 the Krew Spiller 每 right on top of the thumbtacks! At least twenty thumbtacks sticking out of the skull of Onita, Waylon jadedly gets his arm over Onita*s shoulders.

1#

2#

3!

The timekeeper rings the bell as the referee raises Waylon*s arm. Although the arena is empty, Waylon visualizes thousands of people cheering, chanting his name. He grins and poses on the top turnbuckle, his face drenched in blood to the point where none of his facial features are visible. He rubs the red liquid out of his eyes so he can find the camera. He does, and stares directly into it. He walks over to the camera, screaming into it.

§Father Hardcore§ Waylon Krew 每 I hope you*re watching this, Waters! I hope you*re watching this!

Onita regains consciousness and struggles to get up. Krew walks in-between the barbed wire ropes (which are also covered in blood) and helps the Deathmatch Legend get up. Onita looks at Krew with a saddened look in his eyes, but Krew lightly pats him on the back and stretches out his hand in respect. Onita remains in eye contact with Waylon as he grabs Waylon*s hand, shaking it ferociously.

§Deathmatch Legend§ Atsushi Onita 每I#*coughs*#seemingly have underestimated your abilities, and I apologize for that.

§Father Hardcore§ Waylon Krew 每 It*s okay, Mr. Onita. Just trying to prove who I am.

§Deathmatch Legend§ Atsushi Onita 每 Well, my boy, if this isn*t proof, I don*t know what is. Congratulations, Father Hardcore. And good luck against Waters.

§Father Hardcore§ Waylon Krew 每 Thank you, sir.

Paramedics help Krew and Onita backstage to be helped. Quickly, the medics begin to wash the blood off of the two warriors and remove thumbtacks and fragments of barbed wire. Waylon then feels his phone vibrating and, in pain, grabs it out of his pants pocket.

§Father Hardcore§ Waylon Krew 每 Hello?

Rosman Ballard 每 You won*t believe it, noble brother! I proved that nasty Shawn Waters wrong! I annihilated my opponents, I#I#I destroyed their trolls, then I made my way into their#

§Father Hardcore§ Waylon Krew 每 Haha, that*s great, Rossie. I*m getting cleaned up from my own ※proof,§ so I*ll call you back when I*m coming back to Kobe. Alright?

Rosman Ballard 每 Okay! Jeez, I am sooo excited for that match now!!

§Father Hardcore§ Waylon Krew 每 Fantastic, just what I wanted! Talk to you later, man.

Krew hangs up the phone as the medics continue to clean him. Then he closes his eyes, and imagines the Korakuen Hall filled to the last seat, the fans going crazy. The ring is full of debris from Krew and Onita*s epic deathmatch, and all that can be heard is the crowd chanting ※WE WANT MORE WE WANT MORE!§

With that thought, a sudden ray of happiness electrifies his body, and Krew develops a grin wider than he*s grinned in years.


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END RP

Edited by Waylon Krew, Nov 12 2010, 01:45 AM.
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