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| From A Boy To A Man | |
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| Topic Started: Jan 14 2011, 02:16 AM (82 Views) | |
| Deleted User | Jan 14 2011, 02:16 AM Post #1 |
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1/3/11: The Dungeon Master’s Van (It was a wild and crazy holiday experience for me. I had decided to spend Christmas and New Year’s with my partner Waylon Krew. We discovered many things about each other in the last couple of days. Like the heart attack inducing condition he has. I’ve never really had much in life. I’ve always been a bit of a loner to tell you the truth. Growing up while most kids would be outside throwing around a football, I stayed inside and played Mortal Kombat. You can say I was a bit of an outcast. Truthfully I only ever had one true friend in my life and that is the man driving the van next to me. This is the first time I truly feel like I have a friend to watch my back. Well I mean The DM is like my best friend. But I mean look at him! He has an asthma attack if he runs a mile for crying out loud!) “Man DM I’ll tell you what… This has been quite the year.” “I’ll say! I never expected to be sitting next to a champion!” (I smile looking out the window seeing the many street signs go by.) “Yeah bro! I am so glad I downed The Lich King before Cataclysm came out! Oh man that was going to be the bane of my own human existence of I didn’t down him!” (The DM turns and looks at me raising an eye brow. Clearly he thinks I’m nuts that I’m referring to my in game accomplishments rather than my in ring accomplishments.) “Uhhhhhh Ross I was referring to the tag titles…” “Oh yeah that too… But the truth of it all is this. For once I feel like I’m really making a name for myself DM. This is my year now!” (I say with a smile. Everything is looking up in my life. Food is even tasting better! I actually feel like since I joined the CZW my life has improved 10 fold. Ok I admit I’ve splurged on the pay checks but can you blame me? My entire world has been opened up. It’s like I can do whatever I want now. Have you ever looked at something in the store you wanted so badly but couldn’t afford? I feel like I don’t have that problem anymore!) “You and Krew really have been getting close lately. I mean do most tag teams really hang out that much outside of the ring?” (I ponder the question a few minutes. There has been many great teams over the year. However you never really see them going out for a bite to eat or to the local Walmart together.) “In all honesty I’m not sure. However it really feels like Krew understands me. I mean look at the roster in the CZW. You got the ego maniacs, you got the entertainers, the psychopaths, and then you got The Renegades… Do I even fit into a category? I have self esteem issues the way it is, I have difficulties entertaining myself, I’m not a Renegade… And I don’t think I’m a psychopath…” (It’s almost like a metaphor of my life. High school all over again practically.) “Dude that’s what makes people like us unique. We don’t care about fitting in.” (I nod my head listening to The DM. We’ve been through it all together. He’s the one person that I can actually talk to and he will listen.) “Yeah I know DM. It just hasn’t been an easy life man. I never really had the recipe of success you know.” “You and me both man. You think I’m living the life of a celebrity? I’m practically living in my van for crying out loud! The comic business is gone to shit and to boot I have to park this thing in secluded locations just to get a wifi connection!” (I am just waiting for the day someone decides to call the cops on him for that. Thank god most truck stops, coffee shops, McDonalds, and other fast food places have wifi these days. Nothing like eating a Big Mac and playing World Of Warcraft at the same time!) “So how much longer until we’re home?” “Oh I’d say about another 20 minutes… So how do you think your parents will react to you not being around for the holidays?” (The thought of facing them causes a sinking feeling in my stomach. I don’t even wanna know what kind of drama they will proceed to conjure up this time.) “To be honest DM I am praying to god that they are understanding. I had job related things to tend to. That’s the truth isn’t it?” “You were at Waylon Krew’s house eating fried chicken, pizza and drinking Mountain Dew by the case. How is that wrestling related?” “You know what? Shut up! They don’t know that!” (I say rolling my eyes. What they don’t know won’t hurt them. Besides what is the worst that can happen? I’m so high on life right now nothing could bring me down… At least I don’t think anything can… The DM gets off of the highway into the familiar hometown I live in. 5 minutes later we pull in front of my parents’ house.) “Keep it down. My parents are probably asleep.” (I say looking at the time seeing it’s about 3 in the morning. I hop out of the van and start walking to the house walking past the trash they have set out at the curb. It is then I spot something peculiar. I bend down and see a box with all of my Dungeons and Dragons books in it next to the trash.) “What the hell? Why are these out here?” “Bro!!! Why the hell are you throwing out the books!?” (I slap The DM in the back of the head.) “I’m not you dumb shit! Mom must have put these out by accident!” (I say as I pick up the box and start walking to the house.) “Uhhhhh Ross… You might want to see this!” (I turn to see The DM rummaging through one of the garbage cans. I walk over and peer inside the can to see all of my stuff inside the can. More D&D Books, my D&D figurines, my maps, and even some of my video games. I drop the box I'm holding completely shocked. The DM opens another box to see my comic book collection inside of it.) “MY COMICS!!!! Ok DM salvage my belongings. I’m going inside to have a word with my parents!” (This is personal now! My games, my D&D stuff, and my comic book collection in the trash? They better have a damn good explanation! I storm to the front door and open it up and step inside slamming it behind me hard.) “MOM!!!! DAD!!! GET DOWN HERE NOW!!!!” (Yes it’s 3 AM, yes I am waking them up, and yes I may be insane for doing this. However I don’t care at this point. The one thing that sets me off is when people mess with my gaming related stuff. The door to my parent’s bedroom swings open and my dad comes storming out in just his underwear.) “Damnit to hell boy! Someone best be dead or dying or else I’m fixin to tan yer ass fer wakin me up at this hour!” “Shut up dad!” (Okay I may be entering a danger zone here but I’m not the same person I used to be.) “I beg yer pardon mister?! What in the blue hell has gotten into you?!” (My mom comes out dressed in her purple bathrobe.) “Dave come back to bed for the love of god.” (I look at my mom and close my eyes to keep myself from exploding. After a few deep breaths I straight up just plain ask what is on my mind.) “Mom what in the hell is going on here?! Why is all my stuff in the trash?!” (My Dad looks at me and smiles.) “Not all yer stuff boy. Only the crap we didn’t think would sell good.” “WHAT?! Are you insane?! Those comics are worth hundreds of dollars!!!” (My face is turns bright red as the words come out. I actually feel hot I am so angered over this.) “Ross we feel that you’ve moved on with your life. So me and your father decided to get rid of your stuff. Anything we didn’t put in the trash is out in the garage." “Get rid of my stuff?! You do know I can technically sue you for this right?! Why the hell are you getting rid of it?!” (My dad turns around and storms back into his bed room only to come back out with a belt in his hands.) “Boy I suggest you stop talkin to yer mother that way!” “Oh and what are you going to do dad?” (My dad starts storming down the steps with the belt folding it in his hands.) “Boy I’ll beat yer ass with this here belt! You think I’m joking?” “Dad I’ve been hit with steel chairs and put through tables… A belt is nothing to me so bring it on old man!” “What?! What did you just say boy?!” (My mom comes in between the 2 of us before a brawl breaks out.) “ENOUGH!!! God I bet the neighbors are loving every minute of this…” (I stand there crossing my arms staring my dad down waiting for him to make a move.) “Ross we love you. But we decided to turn your room into a room of worship.” (I raise an eyebrow at my mom when she says that. A room of worship? What the hell?) “A what?” (My dad takes a deep breath before speaking up.) “In other words boy seeing as how we don’t get to church as much as we used to we decided to dedicate it to Jesus.” (Am I the only one seeing the irony in this? Two spawns of Satan giving my room up to Jesus?! You can’t make this shit up.) “So wait let me get this straight… I leave for a month for wrestling related stuff… I come back and find out that all my stuff is in the trash and that my room is now all of a sudden a church?!” “Pretty much.” (I stand there and let the words soak in for a few seconds. Nothing is making sense.) “So wait you’re basically kicking me out?” “We gave your room up to Jesus.” (The words hit me like a punch to the gut. The DM walks in with a box of my stuff.) “Ross your stuff is in my van… I think that’s all of it… And oh…. Did I come in at an awkward moment?” (The tension here is so thick you can cut it with a knife. Have you ever been so pissed off that you are too pissed off to scream? Yeah this is one of those moments. My brain right now is like a computer with severe lag and needs to process everything.) “Uhhhhh Ross?” (The DM slowly starts to back up. I don’t think he’s ever seen me in this condition. It’s then that the words come sliding out like molten diarrhea.) “JESUS DOESN’T NEED A ROOM!!!!! HIS DAD NEVER KICKED HIM OUT!!!! Are you fucking kidding me?! I leave for a month and suddenly I am homeless?! You guys have been nothing more than a giant anchor to me all my life! I’ve been a loyal son to the both of you and this is how you repay me?! You fucking throw me out?! You don’t even give me a call or anything?! No warning!? NOTHING?! You are the most heartless sons of bitches I’ve ever met!” “ROSMAN!!!” (I raise my hand up.) “No mom! I’m not holding back anymore! This is the straw that broke the camel’s back! You want to hold me down? You can try! But you know what? I am a champion! I am one half of the CZW Tag Team champions! I fucking earned this belt! I’ve been put through the wringer all my life. I’ve had about 2 friends total because dad doesn’t approve of anyone! It’s a wonder how The DM fell through the cracks for fuck sake!” (A tear slowly trickles down my face as I turn my back to them.) “Son…” (I look back at them shaking my head disgusted.) “Don’t bother… You don’t need me… You’ve never wanted me. You’ve wanted me to fail and now that I’ve made it as a success you don’t want me around anymore. You’ve pushed long enough… You don’t need to push anymore…” (I say as I turn to head back to the front door. I then suddenly turn back.) “Where the hell is Mr. Bigglesworth at?!” (I say realizing I left my cat in the basement before I left.) “We put him outside Ross.” “YOU WHAT?! MR. BIGGLESWORTH IS NOT AN OUTDOOR CAT!!!” (My parents look at each other before my dad looks back at me.) “He is now boy!” (And that is when I completely blacked out. I have no idea what happened or where I was. All I knew is that the computer that is my brain has officially just crashed.) 8 HOURS LATER (I’m sprawled out in the back of the DM’s van with an ice pack on my head and my cat Mr. Bigglesworth curled up in a ball next to me.) “Ugh… DM what happened?” (I say looking at the DM who is sitting in the front seat.) “Oh good you’re awake! I was afraid I was going to have to take you to the hospital. You fainted! It took me an hour to drag your fat ass out here! Luckily I managed to find your cat in the back yard on the porch...” (I nod my head before slowly sitting up and sighing. It’s amazing how you can be so high on the clouds only to have it all come crashing down.) “DM… I had a revelation in there…” “What’s that Ross?” (I look over stroking my cat’s head gently.) “This is a new year. This is my life… For once I am actually living it.” (I make my way to the front seat and open up the dashboard and pull out a CD.) “Uhhhh Ross what are you doing?” “I need to hear a song DM.” (I slide the CD into the CD player and press play. It is then that His World by Zerbrahead starts playing.) “Ok why are we listening to a Sonic The Hedgehog song?” (I close my eyes listening to it before turning to The DM.) “This is my theme DM…. This is the theme of my life. This is my world. I am taking back what is mine! This is my world… My time… My life…” (I pull out my cell phone and I proceed to dial up a number and let it dial.) “Waylon! It’s Ross! I’m moving in! I’ll be there in about 4 hours!” (And with that said I hang up before he can even respond.) “Step on the gas DM! I am opening a new chapter into my life!” (And with those words said we drive off into the distance closing a chapter in my life. However this opens a new one. I once was a boy… Now I am a man…) 1/3/11: Washington DC. The Krew Household (The scene opens inside the living room of Waylon Krew’s house. Clearly things are quite awkward right now. I’m sitting there next to The DM drinking a Mountain Dew. Krew is looking at his wife completely unsure of what to say.) “Ummmm… Rossie… I don’t remember agreeing to this.” “Krew it’s either this or I live in The DM’s van and to be quite blunt I’d rather an actual roof over my head!” (Krew’s wife Jennette turns to Waylon clearly unhappy over this.) “Are you kidding me? You bring this nerd into my house and now we can’t get rid of him!?” “Well what do you want me to do? Look at the guy!” (They both look at me as I stare curiously at the can of Mountain Dew I’m drinking amused by the color patterns.) “Just to let you guys know this is all his idea…” “It’s a wonder how he can tie his own shoes. He needs guidance baby. He looks up to me.” (Jenette sighs as she turns to me.) “Alright fine! You can stay! But only as long as you start looking for a place of your own! (I jump up excitedly and throw my arms around Krew.) “Oh thank you thank you thank you thank you! This is going to be awesome! We can trade stories together! Maybe we can do manly things together! Oh I know! Maybe I can try drinking a beer! Or what about going to a strip club! How does that sound! And then in the morning I can make waffles!” (Jenette looks at Krew as he looks back at her shrugging his shoulders. She turns and heads upstairs to her room not wanting to be any part of this.) “Ok Rossie we need to think of a game plan! I need you to get this bullshit out of your life man.” (I nod my head before looking back at the camera.) “Now is as good of a time for a promo I think.” (I say with a smile before looking directly at the camera.) “Brian Blaze and Johnny Kerosene… You guys really have been doing a cracker jack job disrespecting the game I play! Well since you hate Dungeons And Dragons so much I want to play a different game. This is a game of survival. It’s simple. 4 men walk in… 2 men walk out… And the 2 men walking out get the belts! This coming pay per view we are playing that game and I plan on coming out on top! See Blaze you and I have a good bit in common believe it or not. The fans love us, we both love to laugh and have a good time, However there is one difference between us. You are just another soul in the sea of competitors. I am my own person. I am not an entertainer. I am not a psychopath. I am not a renegade. And I am not a ego maniac. I am a category of my own. You see while you go around saying things like I am a bad influence because I play D&D what you fail to realize is I am an inspiration to the younger generations. I have parents thanking me because I inspire there children to be who they are and not what everyone wants them to be." (I know I sound like I am doing some sort of influence lecture but it is the truth. No one in the CZW ever has gone through the things I’ve gone through.) “You see guys I’m not like the other athletes in this federation. I never was an athlete. I still don’t consider myself as one. All my life as a child I was ill with asthma so I barely was even able to do anything athletically without suffering an asthma attack. All I’ve had were the games I play to this day. You may call me a loser for being who I am but it doesn’t matter. You guys haven’t gone through what I had to. You were part of the popular crowd and made it big. Everyone loved you guys because of your sense of humor and how you could pick up all the ladies. I was a walking shadow. I never had friends. I was a lone wolf amongst the packs. But you see the thing about me is that I never gave up! I never stopped fighting to get where I am today! Look at it however you want Blaze, Kerosene… I BEAT THE ODDS! No one gave me a chance in hell when I joined the pro wrestling circuit. In fact I’ll be the first person to admit that I even doubted myself.” (I smile as the DM hands me my belt and I sling it over my shoulder.) “I had a dream once… I dreamed that I would make it big in the pro wrestling world. I dreamed I would travel around the world and meet new interesting people. I dreamed I wouldn’t be judged by my lifestyle choices or what I do outside of the ring. I dreamed I would hold gold and be considered as a fan favorite. I am living that dream now. Kerosene, Blaze… I may talk about how I am Grandore The Giant Killer… Or how I am a paladin or barbarian… However this is different. I am living my dream and I’m not about to let you guys take it away from me. This belt is the best thing that’s happened to me in the last 20 years and I am not about to let it slip away from me. You guys dream all you want. This is my dream as well. And this dream is far from dying. Me and Krew… We’re bringing it… All I can suggest to the both of you is this… Be a boy or be a man… GET YOUR GAME ON!” (And with those words said the scene slowly fades to black as I crush the Mountain Dew can and throw it at the camera.) THIS RP WAS BROUGHT TO YOU BY MOUNTAIN DEW! THE OFFICIAL DRINK OF THE DUNGEON MASTER’S BASEMENT! |
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