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| Topic Started: Jan 7 2011, 12:22 AM (106 Views) | |
| Waylon Krew | Jan 7 2011, 12:22 AM Post #1 |
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United States Champ
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![]() __________________________________________________ Dick Clark – Well, ladies and gentlemen, we are nearing the end of 2010… Jennette Krew – Waylon, honey, where are you?! The ball is going to drop in thirty seconds! Waylon sat up at his desk in his bedroom, hearing to his wife but not truly listening. He is staring at his wall, a blank, pale white color. All of the lights are shut off. He looks out the window at the neighboring apartments, their windows filled with color and visible celebration. His eyes groggy, he continues to ponder at the wall in front of him, unintentionally ignoring his wife. Jennette Krew – Waylon, come on! Twenty-five seconds! Rosman Ballard – Why is Dick Clark orange? Jennette Krew – Waylon, twenty seconds! Waylon opens his mouth to respond, but doesn’t. He finally gets up from his desk, breathing heavily. He pressures his chest with his hand, coughing, as he makes his way through the hallway to the main room. Suddenly, he collapses against the wall, barely breathing. Jennette Krew – Waylon, seriously, fifteen seconds!! Rosman Ballard – Can we turn on Ryan Seacrest? Dick Clark looks like an aged oompa lumpa with a speech impediment. KREW, GOOD BUDDY. WHERE YOU AT? Waylon struggles to get himself across the hallway into the bathroom. He digs his fingernails into the rug, his teeth clenched. He begins to cough up blood. He somehow delivers himself the strength to lift himself up to his knees, using the doorway. Jennette Krew – TEN SECONDS, WAYLON! Waylon trips and bashes his head against his kitchen sink as he franticly gropes for the medicine cabinet. Dick Clark – TEN… Waylon thrusts open the cabinet door with such force that he falls backwards, now hitting the back of his head against a radiator. Dick Clark – NINE… Jennette Krew – Honey! Come in right now! We’re waiting! Dick Clark – EIGHT… Waylon thrusts his body back on to the kitchen sink, slamming his side into it. He groans, and tries to reach into the medicine cabinet. Dick Clark – SEVEN… Waylon grabs his pills, but they slip out of his grip, landing behind the toilet. Waylon swears, smashing his fist into the glass cabinet, shattering it. Dick Clark – SIX… Rosman Ballard – Krew? Where you at? Waylon begins to breathe even heavier, his eyes growing wide. He struggles to crawl across the bathroom to the toilet. Dick Clark – FIVE… Jennette Krew – WAYLON! What the hell is he doing?! Waylon attempts to reach behind the toilet to grab his pills, his entire body trembling. Dick Clark – FOUR… Waylon grabs the pills and as he brings his arm back from around the toilet, his trembling fingers drop it. Waylon falls backwards on the floor, now not able to control his own body. Dick Clark – THREE… A combination of saliva and blood begins to spew out of Waylon’s mouth, and he shuts his eyes, knowing he can no longer control his limbs. He attempts to call for somebody, but he cannot. Rosman Ballard – KREW! Ballard rushes into the bathroom to see the state that Waylon is in. He spots the pills, and slides across the floor and grabs them. Waylon begins to stop breathing all together. Dick Clark – TWO… Jennette Krew – WAYLON! BALLARD! Ballard stuffs the pills down the throat of Waylon. Waylon begins to come closer and closer to reality again. He begins to breathe again, as color returns to his face. Dick Clark – ONE… Ballard helps the still-recovering Waylon up to his feet. Waylon tries to mouth the words, “Thank you.” Ballard grins. Dick Clark – HAPPY NEW YEAR, FOLKS!!!! As Waylon embraces a feeling of gratuity, his wife enters a fit of rage. ”Father Hardcore” Waylon Krew – Rossie…don’t…tell her… Ballard gives a confused look, but nods. Waylon’s wife stomps through the hallway, looks in the bedroom, and then finds her catch in the bathroom. Jennette Krew – Are you kidding me, Waylon!? Look, I know the baby hasn’t been born yet, but it’s really our first New Year’s as a family! But what do you do? You clown around with this dope! Ballard is about to argue the last statement, but Waylon stops him. Jennette Krew – I mean, what the hell could you have possibly been doing that was so important you could miss this, which only comes once a year as you know, ESPECIALLY SINCE YOU NEVER FUCKING SEE ME ALL YEAR! Waylon sighs, knowing that his constant absence from his family’s life would be brought up. ”Father Hardcore” Waylon Krew – Look, honey… Jennette Krew –We’re only together four or five times EACH YEAR. AND YOU FEEL THE NEED TO FUCKING RUIN THE FEW TIMES WE SEE EACH OTHER? ARE YOU FUCKING JOKING!? Waylon struggles to walk out of the bathroom, following his wife through the hallway. ”Father Hardcore” Waylon Krew – Jen…please… Jennette Krew – NO! I’m done showing you any remorse. Go kill someone with a weed whacker! Get out of here! And take the nerd with you! Ballard expresses sorrow when he hears the last statement, but complies. Waylon tries to speak, but his wife stops him. He sighs and walks out the door, followed by Rossie, who is also followed by a door slamming at least fifty miles per hour. Waylon sighs once moe, even louder. With gloomy eyes, he gestures Ballard to follow him, as the two walk down the street. Rosman Ballard – Just out of curiosity, why didn’t you tell her what happened? She would not have been mad, you know. ”Father Hardcore” Waylon Krew – Yes, she would have! I think I know my own fucking wife, Rossie! Waylon looks at Rosman, who is obviously offended. Feeling guilty, Waylon looks at the ground. ”Father Hardcore” Waylon Krew – …at least I think I do…look Rossie, I’m sorry. I’m just not in the mood…obviously…heh. Krew shakes his head, and sighs one more time. ”Father Hardcore” Waylon Krew – That, what happened back there, that’s happened to me dozens of times. The first time it happened was four years ago, after I wrestled an exploding barbed-wire deathmatch in Japan. Moments after finishing...I suffered a heart attack. They rushed me to the ER, and well…I died. They were able to revive me with whatever those shocking things are called. A week later, I went to my doctor. He prescribed those pills to me so I could take them if it ever happened again. He told me the attack was caused by the stress on my body by the severity of the deathmatchs I was participating in… Waylon looks up at Ballard. ”Father Hardcore” Waylon Krew – …he advised me never to wrestle again. But back then I was only 27 years old! Hah…imagine…a heart attack at 27 years old…how lucky am I? I was stupid, and I knew that I was too young to retire. Not only did I not want to give this sport up, I need to support my wife…I needed to make a living. The only problem was that my wife was there when the doctor told me not to wrestle ever again. We had an argument…a huge one at that. I told her it would never happen again, but she didn’t listen. After hours of back and forth arguing, she finally was convinced. Waylon looks up at the clear night sky. He tames his ear to hear only the silent hoots of the owls surrounding him. ”Father Hardcore” Waylon Krew – I knew if she ever found out it had happened again that she would make me leave the wrestling business…or leave me. And I don’t want either of those to happen. But it looks as if I don’t give up one…the other will leave as well. Krew sits on a random stoop, engulfed by sorrow. Ballard takes a seat next to him. Rosman Ballard – Krew…you need a cheering up. TAXI! Waylon looks up at Ballard confused. A cab stops in front of them. Ballard trips, his face hitting the top of the cab. The cab driver laughs, and yells at Ballard. Ballard looks back at Waylon. Rosman Ballard – WELL? You comin’ or not, my noble brother? Waylon shrugs, still feeling a large weight of depression on his back, gets into the cab with his tag team partner. ”Father Hardcore” Waylon Krew – Rossie…uh…where are we? Rosman Ballard – Landover, Maryland! ”Father Hardcore” Waylon Krew – Yes…but what is THIS? Waylon and Rosman are looking at a huge arcade. Children are swarming through the place. Rosman Ballard – God’s palace… Waylon gives Ballard a cynical look. Rosman Ballard – No, that’s the name of the arcade, God’s Palace! I went here with my friend when I was around eight years old. Looks like it hasn’t changed that much…except it has every game IMAGINABLE! ”Father Hardcore” Waylon Krew – Alright, so…why are we here? Ballard looks at Krew with his mouth open wide. Rosman Ballard – Did you not just hear me?! EVERY GAME IMNAGINABLE! Come on, Krew, I’m cheering you up! Krew shrugs again, throwing his hands up. ”Father Hardcore” Waylon Krew – Eh, why not? Ballard grins. Rosman Ballard – That’s my Krew! Krew and Ballard begin to walk inside the arcade. As they walk in, Krew thinks out loud. ”Father Hardcore” Waylon Krew – Wait…it’s around two o‘clock in the morning on New Year’s Day and there’s a random arcade open in the middle of nowhere with practically hundreds of children? Rosman Ballard – Shh…don’t ruin it… Ballard and Krew get inside, and feast their eyes on the ultimate gaming experience. They have every arcade game the mind could conjure. It looked like it stretched for miles. Both men look at each other, grinning, and nod their heads. Then, they sprint. ”Father Hardcore” Waylon Krew – My God, man, they have everything! Look, Buck Hunter Pro! Krew shoves the kids playing it aside, making them cry. Who cares? Krew picks up the gun excitedly, but Rosman’s face turns into sorrow. Rosman Ballard – We don’t have any coins… ”Father Hardcore” Waylon Krew – FUCK COINS! Krew bashes the machine as hard as he can with his fist, and the game starts up. Right when they are about to go, “Sweet Emotion” by Aerosmith can be heard playing in the background. Krew and Ballard freeze. ”Father Hardcore” Waylon Krew – Rossie…do you hear what I hear? Rosman Ballard – Oh, I think I do, Krew… In a very dramatic fashion, Krew and Ballard slowly turn their heads behind them, a death stare projecting out of their skulls. GUITAR HERO. Waylon and Rosman put down their rifles and walk over to the kids playing Guitar Hero, and frown down at them. The kids do not see the wrestlers. Ballard is about to walk up to the kids until Krew puts his hand out. ”Father Hardcore” Waylon Krew – I’ll handle this. Krew walks in front of the kids, blocking their view of the screen. Kid – Dude! I wasn’t missing any notes!!! Krew calmly bows his head to the kids, speaking loudly yet in a monotone manner. ”Father Hardcore” Waylon Krew – Johnny Kerosene plays this game… Suddenly, the kids stop playing the game. They stare at Krew for about a minute, and the two kids begin to sob. One runs to his mom, tears flowing down his cheeks. Kid – MOMMY!! The mom picks up her son in a worried manner. Mom – What’s wrong, honey?! Kid – Johnny Kerosene plays that game, and I was playing it!! The mother looks at her son in a state of shock. Mom – Oh my…you must be scarred for life! Oh, for heaven’s sake, where’s the manager of this place? Krew grins, then looks at Ballard. ”Father Hardcore” Waylon Krew – Do you know what would satisfy me more than playing any of these games? Rosman Ballard – Playing Dungeons & Dragons over there?! Krew looks at Ballard with squinted eyes. ”Father Hardcore” Waylon Krew – What part of “every game in here” do you not get? Krew shakes his head and takes a look at the Guitar Hero game. He looks behind it and sees an entire string of Guitar Hero games - it looks like everyone that ever game out was there. ”Father Hardcore” Waylon Krew – Rossie, what do you say we have ourselves a little fun? Krew pulls, with all of his strength, the toy guitar right off of the game machine. He looks as it, licks his lips, and bashes the screen of the Guitar Hero game with the guitar as hard as possible, shattering the screen. Bolts of electricity fly all around the machine and the wires in the interior spew out of the opening. Krew drops the guitar, which is completely fried, grinning with the most content he has had in a long time. Everybody has stopped what they are doing – everybody is gawking at Krew, in a state of awe at what he did. Suddenly, a teenager goes to the Guitar Hero game next to the one Krew assaulted, rips the guitar out of that one, and begins to bash the screen as well. Pretty soon, everybody in the arcade, young and old alike, begin to destroy the Guitar Hero games. Krew cackles and puts his arm around Ballard. Rosman Ballard – Holy sweet mother of a tiefling! Krew, you’ve caused complete ANARCHY! Krew chuckles, practically in a sinister way. ”Father Hardcore” Waylon Krew – I know right…IT’S FUCKING AWESOME! Security guards arrive and attempt to break up the anarchy, but they cannot be stopped. Krew looks at Ballard in confusion. ”Father Hardcore” Waylon Krew – And why are you not enjoying this great display of buoyancy, Rossie? Come on, have some fun! Hit something! Throw something! Spread anarchy!! Ballard scratches his head, and looks at the machines getting totaled by the other fellow arcade gamers. He walks over to a game that nobody has touched yet. He looks at it, then looks back at Krew. Krew grins, giving him the thumbs up. Ballard, with a scowl on his face, begins to pump himself up. Rosman Ballard – BY THE POWER OF THE 30-HEADED TARRASQUE, I WILL KILL YOU! Rossie lifts his leg in an awkward manner, and gently kicks the machine, barely making a noise. Rosman Ballard – HA! What, bitch! Krew shakes his head, cackling. He gestures Ballard to follow him. ”Father Hardcore” Waylon Krew – Alright, Rossie, I think we’ve done enough for one night. Let’s get back to D.C. Krew whistles a taxi, and it pulls in front of them. He looks back at Ballard, who is stalling. Krew puts his arms up, about to ask what’s up, but Ballard answers the unspoken question. Rosman Ballard – I need to make…erm…a call…to my…uh…mother…can I use your phone? Krew rolls his eyes, grinning, and hands the phone to Ballard. Rosman Ballard – Thanks, dude! Krew gets in the cab, but keeps the door open, as Rosman makes his phone call. As if they were there only a minute ago, the cab returns in front of Waylon Krew’s apartment. Krew gets out, and gestures Ballard to do the same. Ballard shakes his head, grinning. Rosman Ballard – Nah, I’m good. I’m catching the next plane to Tokyo. ”Father Hardcore” Waylon Krew – Aw, c’mon Rossie I’m going to need you in there! Rosman Ballard – I’m sure you can handle your own wife. Besides, I was never exactly the ladies man, so I don’t know what I could do. After what seemed to be a quite lengthy pause, Ballard pounds his chest and waves. Rosman Ballard – Goodbye, my noble brother. See you at the pay-per-view. Krew laughs at Ballard’s goodbyes, and pounds his chest in return. ”Father Hardcore” Waylon Krew – Goodbye, Rossie… Krew shuts the cab door, and it takes off down the street. Krew then looks at his apartment door and his grin quickly fades away. He has no idea what he is going to tell his wife. Krew walks up the steps, and gingerly knocks on the door. Krew waits on the stoop for around five minutes, when he finally gives up and begins to walk away. Unexpectedly, the door swings open. Krew looks back to see his wife standing in the doorway, wearing a blank, emotionless face. Krew walks back up the steps and through the door, staring down at his wife. ”Father Hardcore” Waylon Krew – Look…Jen…I know— Krew is cut off by a huge SLAP across his face delivered by his wife. Krew’s eyes widen due to sorrow, as he holds his cheek. Jennette Krew’s eyes begin to tear, as she begins to sob. Jennette Krew – Your partner called me and told me what really happened earlier. After a couple of seconds of a deep sob, she viciously hugs her husband. Waylon begins to tear as well, and hugs his wife just as hard. His wife tries to speak through her weeping. Jennette Krew – Why the hell didn’t you tell me? Why haven’t you told me all these years? ”Father Hardcore” Waylon Krew – I know…I know baby, I should have, I know I should have… The two both begin to sob as they clutch each other with all their hearts. He rapidly kisses his wife on the top of her head, brushing her hair back. He looks past her at the television set, his eyes blurry from tears. Dick Clark – Well, ladies and gentlemen, it’s four o’clock in the morning, time for our program to come to a stop. I hope you all have enjoyed your New Year thus far, and continue to enjoy it. I’m Dick Clark, saying Happy New Year. Have a great day… ____________________________________________________________________ END RP Edited by Waylon Krew, Jan 13 2011, 10:57 PM.
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