Post by Devilkiller on Jan 6, 2013 22:34:06 GMT -5
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Everyone loves the new years. it's the best time of the year. Everyone makes plans to do better and they always end up doing the same thing as they did last year. The thing is you get excited about doing it, you do it for a week, then you give up. 1 in 100,000 people keep their resolution. After you make a resolution, your supposed to do better then you did last year. That's exactly what Devilkiller plans on doing. Keeping his resolution to do better than last year.
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*DK is inside a jail house, he's waiting on those damned uncomfortable benches, the black plain jane bench. He looks at the clock and softly smiles as everyone at the booths infront of him get up simultaneously, and how the inmates on the other side of the 6 inch glass get up and blow kisses to their children or their spouse, and then the women inmates come out after maybe a minutes wait. DK finds his mom, wearing all orange, which doesn't look good with her solid red hair and all her freckles. DK walks over and sits down on the purple school chair and scoots close to the cold green metal booth and picks the phone up, imitating his mothers every move.*
Operator: Please press one if you would like this 30 minute call.
*DK hurriedly presses one and waits for his mothers young voice*
Christine(Mother) : Logan, why are you painted up?
*DK forgot he put face paint on, he looks for his reflection in the glass wall and finds he put on red, black, and white face paint, his usual*
DK: Because if someone found my hair exactly like Devilkiller's then I would be exposed, so I go like Devilkiller everywhere except the gym, because I sweat so much.
*Christine is smiling and looks so sad, she can't stand to look at Logan and tell him more bad news on top of him losing a few nights ago and about him watching his father die in a horrible fire escape accident, and how he had been pushed down the steps by that son of a bitch and how many bones he had broken that day, how he cried and how he kept asking why would he do that? She looks down as she says the horrible news*
Christine: Logan, they faked the car, the next day he had a cop trailing him and he sped away, and when he got far enough he torched it. Nothing left but the frame they said. So what happens to me now, is I get 10 years, I'm in here for another 4 days then I get shipped to the big house. The earliest I can get is 18 months, the latest his 7 years. I'm sorry Logan.
DK: Well can you prove you didn't?
Christine: No. I don't even want to. I'll get more time.
DK: You have to try! Come on mom!
Christine: You don't understand, Logan. He did the best damned job. He got my hair! How can I explain that? To the cops I'm just a piece of crap. I won't try I'd rather rot in here then be out with that bastard watching my every move.
DK: Mom, I have too much on my mind already. I lost the biggest match of my life, and I have a second chance, and now this crap is threw on me? No, I can't talk mom, love you.
*DK gets angry and slams the phone down and walks out on his mom screaming and crying, as the guards came to take her back, he could've swore he heard her say "Run out like your father did!"*
*DK arrives at his apartment, he opens the door and walks in and lays on the couch. He lays for a few moments before he gets a call, not checking who it is, he answers it*
DK: Hello?
DS: Logan! It's me, Josh The Dragonslayer!
*Let me catch you up if you haven't been following along, DK punched DS for bring up his dad. They went to court and settled on paying a settlement before court really got into place*
DK: What the Fu-
DS: -uck. Yes you thought you'd never hear from me again, did you?
DK: What the hell do you want!?
DS: Me? Oh I just want to talk.
*DK is nervous talking to him, he knows that there must be some bad blood in the water*
DK: Listen you lackadaisical son of a bitch, last time we "talked" I knocked your Adams apple to your ass hole!
DS: Oh don't think I haven't forgot. And if I'M not mistaken your mom went to jail, or shall I say prison, didn't she?
*The tone of DS's voice was mocking, and it really makes a click in DK's mind*
DK: How the-
DS: F*ck? Haha, I know you like a book Logan. I was your shadow. I knew everything. I bet when you found out from your mother you hung up on her, correct?
DK: Do you want a professional assassin at your moms house right now?
*DS just laughs and laughs*
DS: Oh you crack me up. I know what you will say! Haha. Who do you think was the "Boyfriend" that got your mom? Because last I checked the real Jack DeNairo died 8 months ago.
*DK's heart sinks, knowing he caused this on his mother himself. When he next speaks it's pure hatred*
DK: You poor mother F*cker. I hope you know who the f*ck your talking to! I promise on everything that is holy I will find your scraggly ass and kick it from here to the Mexican Border you dirty filthy animal. I hope you die in a gas chamber with fire spitting out of the walls. You and your family will be paying for this til you DIE!
*DK throws the IPhone across the room and breaks it against the opposite wall. Some way to hang up on someone huh? DK gets up and goes on a rage. He kicks over his small 2 foot tall coffee table over and then flips his recliner over. He runs to the balcony and kicks down his protection barrier. Everything he sees he wants to destroy. He walks back through his dark green door and then kicks in his white bathroom door for no reason. He walks to the kitchen and picks up his refrigerator and tries to throw it but only throws it maybe 8 or 9 feet. He falls on one knee, breathing heavily*
DK: That son of a bitch!!
*DK then calm as possible walks out of his apartment, goes down the concrete steps and gets in his red 2009 RX-8 and pulls off to a local pub. He tells the bartender his story, after drinking a few apple vodka's. DK then pays his dues and walks out of the poor bar. It's been 2 hours and decides not to go home yet just to look around him.*
*to his left he sees a girl and a guy sitting on a wooden bench. The guy has on professional headphones while the girl is on the phone, chatting away. He looks to his right and sees a bus, heading to the wooden bench for the bus stop. The boy gets up and gets on the bus leaving the girl. The girl hangs up the phone and runs into a local shop, crying. DK walks to his car and sits in it. Doesn't start it, doesn't even touch it. Just sits. He thinks about all the crap that has happened. How he was eliminated by the current National Champion, and how he was so close, but got stupid in the end. About his mom being in jail, prison now, over something That didn't happen, and couldn't happen. It's stupid, how his best friend would do that to him. About how he wish he could get her out. Then he starts thinking about Kaitlyn. For the first time readers, Kaitlyn is a blonde headed and built (I mean BUILT) young lady, who had Devilkiller's baby. Ofcourse DK buys him all the stuff he can, but recently he hasn't even talked to Kaitlyn.*
*DK decides it's getting late now as it is 9 o clock and he has a big match just the next day. He heads home, only stopping at traffic lights. DK parks his car and starts walking up his steps. He looks in his apartment and is shocked that it is tore apart. Then he remembers he went on a rampage. He goes to his bedroom where he sees a voicemail on his home phone. He presses "1" and then listens to the voicemail*
Kaitlyn: Hey Logan it's Kaitlyn, me and Carter were just thinking about you, I'm sorry we couldn't hang out for new years. Sorry about your loss. I'm sorry about your mom..*pause* Anyway, we will see you at your match tomorrow. I promised Carter. Can you get us ringside seats? Anyway, I'll see you tomorrow. Goodluck and I love you!
*the recording stops and then the operator says it's usual routine of "press 2 to save, or press 3 to delete" DK saves it and writes a memo on his door to ask someone for 2 ringside seats. DK lays down finally at 10 o'clock, and slowly drifts off to sleep*
--5:30 am, match day--
*the sound of the alarm clock breaks DK's perfect dream of making love to Kaitlyn. He smiles as he gets up out of bed, and goes to the bathroom and takes a long hot shower. After he is done he quickly shaves and puts some hairspray on his hair, just a little, not a lot. He puts on some regular street clothes and packs up 2 other set of clothes and his wrestling attire. He zips the red bag closed and goes to get on his plane. On the plane he listens to some songs he loves. His theme of course, and some black veil brides. He then falls asleep for the rest of the flight*
*he gets off at the Jacksonville airport and goes through the whole security shi-t as always. He then rents a nice 2007 black Honda accord and drives to a hotel where he will be staying for 10 days. Since the next show is in Miami, why not just stay in one spot?*
*DK goes inside his suite, it's quite impressive with a gold cast chandelier and a mini kitchen, along with 2 king sized beds and a 56 inch TV. The theme was red and white, which DK loved anyway. He then unpacks his bag and then puts his Attire on. He smiles as he checks himself in the mirror. He then gets a Dr. Pepper from the fridge and kills it in 20 seconds. He then sits down and waits for another 30 minutes to leave for the arena. Then so, he gets into the rental car and drives to the arena. He walks in the back entrance, as all wrestlers do, and goes to the bathroom and puts on his facepaint. He finishes up with the white paint and moves on to a coordinator, so DK ask for ringside seats*
DK: Hey, you mind getting me 2 front row seats?
Coordinator: I think I can do that sir, I'll send them straight to you.
DK: Thank you.. Wait! Scratch that, just reserve the 2 seats for me and put Kaitlyn and Carter on the name tags please. Thank you.
*DK walks away with no answer, to the place where it all begins, the promo.*
--promo--
*DK is in a black room, with a red tint to it, he is standing away from the camera, sitting in a school chair. His face his down, looking at an object in his hands. A replica of the WFWF National Championship. He pets it and then looks up at the camera, full of seriousness*
DK: Last week, wasnt the way I wanted to end the New Year. I wanted to win! But we all know that didn't happen. Oh by the way, props given to you Bishop. My match tonight will decide if I should be here in the WFWF or go back to backyard wrestling, it's do or die. I am ready for this. I really want this title shot. And I will do everything I can! I just really need a break. More than anything. And I can do it. People believe in me, and I believe in myself. Life is going on a rough path, and I need this. I don't care to go through the toughest of guys to do it, because I know I can!
*DK then gently lays the belt in his lap and he starts petting it again*
DK: My Resolution is to win this Revolution and then win the National Championship! I don't care to put someone on the shelf for now. I WILL win one way or another!
*DK then spits on the replica belt and throws the belt on the ground and walks out. The camera zooms in on the National Champions nameplate*
OOC: I can pe he leers ha come afer "s" and afer "x" idk whas up bu anwa jus saing i liked his i had fun doing i. sorr for he inconvience.
Everyone loves the new years. it's the best time of the year. Everyone makes plans to do better and they always end up doing the same thing as they did last year. The thing is you get excited about doing it, you do it for a week, then you give up. 1 in 100,000 people keep their resolution. After you make a resolution, your supposed to do better then you did last year. That's exactly what Devilkiller plans on doing. Keeping his resolution to do better than last year.
--
*DK is inside a jail house, he's waiting on those damned uncomfortable benches, the black plain jane bench. He looks at the clock and softly smiles as everyone at the booths infront of him get up simultaneously, and how the inmates on the other side of the 6 inch glass get up and blow kisses to their children or their spouse, and then the women inmates come out after maybe a minutes wait. DK finds his mom, wearing all orange, which doesn't look good with her solid red hair and all her freckles. DK walks over and sits down on the purple school chair and scoots close to the cold green metal booth and picks the phone up, imitating his mothers every move.*
Operator: Please press one if you would like this 30 minute call.
*DK hurriedly presses one and waits for his mothers young voice*
Christine(Mother) : Logan, why are you painted up?
*DK forgot he put face paint on, he looks for his reflection in the glass wall and finds he put on red, black, and white face paint, his usual*
DK: Because if someone found my hair exactly like Devilkiller's then I would be exposed, so I go like Devilkiller everywhere except the gym, because I sweat so much.
*Christine is smiling and looks so sad, she can't stand to look at Logan and tell him more bad news on top of him losing a few nights ago and about him watching his father die in a horrible fire escape accident, and how he had been pushed down the steps by that son of a bitch and how many bones he had broken that day, how he cried and how he kept asking why would he do that? She looks down as she says the horrible news*
Christine: Logan, they faked the car, the next day he had a cop trailing him and he sped away, and when he got far enough he torched it. Nothing left but the frame they said. So what happens to me now, is I get 10 years, I'm in here for another 4 days then I get shipped to the big house. The earliest I can get is 18 months, the latest his 7 years. I'm sorry Logan.
DK: Well can you prove you didn't?
Christine: No. I don't even want to. I'll get more time.
DK: You have to try! Come on mom!
Christine: You don't understand, Logan. He did the best damned job. He got my hair! How can I explain that? To the cops I'm just a piece of crap. I won't try I'd rather rot in here then be out with that bastard watching my every move.
DK: Mom, I have too much on my mind already. I lost the biggest match of my life, and I have a second chance, and now this crap is threw on me? No, I can't talk mom, love you.
*DK gets angry and slams the phone down and walks out on his mom screaming and crying, as the guards came to take her back, he could've swore he heard her say "Run out like your father did!"*
*DK arrives at his apartment, he opens the door and walks in and lays on the couch. He lays for a few moments before he gets a call, not checking who it is, he answers it*
DK: Hello?
DS: Logan! It's me, Josh The Dragonslayer!
*Let me catch you up if you haven't been following along, DK punched DS for bring up his dad. They went to court and settled on paying a settlement before court really got into place*
DK: What the Fu-
DS: -uck. Yes you thought you'd never hear from me again, did you?
DK: What the hell do you want!?
DS: Me? Oh I just want to talk.
*DK is nervous talking to him, he knows that there must be some bad blood in the water*
DK: Listen you lackadaisical son of a bitch, last time we "talked" I knocked your Adams apple to your ass hole!
DS: Oh don't think I haven't forgot. And if I'M not mistaken your mom went to jail, or shall I say prison, didn't she?
*The tone of DS's voice was mocking, and it really makes a click in DK's mind*
DK: How the-
DS: F*ck? Haha, I know you like a book Logan. I was your shadow. I knew everything. I bet when you found out from your mother you hung up on her, correct?
DK: Do you want a professional assassin at your moms house right now?
*DS just laughs and laughs*
DS: Oh you crack me up. I know what you will say! Haha. Who do you think was the "Boyfriend" that got your mom? Because last I checked the real Jack DeNairo died 8 months ago.
*DK's heart sinks, knowing he caused this on his mother himself. When he next speaks it's pure hatred*
DK: You poor mother F*cker. I hope you know who the f*ck your talking to! I promise on everything that is holy I will find your scraggly ass and kick it from here to the Mexican Border you dirty filthy animal. I hope you die in a gas chamber with fire spitting out of the walls. You and your family will be paying for this til you DIE!
*DK throws the IPhone across the room and breaks it against the opposite wall. Some way to hang up on someone huh? DK gets up and goes on a rage. He kicks over his small 2 foot tall coffee table over and then flips his recliner over. He runs to the balcony and kicks down his protection barrier. Everything he sees he wants to destroy. He walks back through his dark green door and then kicks in his white bathroom door for no reason. He walks to the kitchen and picks up his refrigerator and tries to throw it but only throws it maybe 8 or 9 feet. He falls on one knee, breathing heavily*
DK: That son of a bitch!!
*DK then calm as possible walks out of his apartment, goes down the concrete steps and gets in his red 2009 RX-8 and pulls off to a local pub. He tells the bartender his story, after drinking a few apple vodka's. DK then pays his dues and walks out of the poor bar. It's been 2 hours and decides not to go home yet just to look around him.*
*to his left he sees a girl and a guy sitting on a wooden bench. The guy has on professional headphones while the girl is on the phone, chatting away. He looks to his right and sees a bus, heading to the wooden bench for the bus stop. The boy gets up and gets on the bus leaving the girl. The girl hangs up the phone and runs into a local shop, crying. DK walks to his car and sits in it. Doesn't start it, doesn't even touch it. Just sits. He thinks about all the crap that has happened. How he was eliminated by the current National Champion, and how he was so close, but got stupid in the end. About his mom being in jail, prison now, over something That didn't happen, and couldn't happen. It's stupid, how his best friend would do that to him. About how he wish he could get her out. Then he starts thinking about Kaitlyn. For the first time readers, Kaitlyn is a blonde headed and built (I mean BUILT) young lady, who had Devilkiller's baby. Ofcourse DK buys him all the stuff he can, but recently he hasn't even talked to Kaitlyn.*
*DK decides it's getting late now as it is 9 o clock and he has a big match just the next day. He heads home, only stopping at traffic lights. DK parks his car and starts walking up his steps. He looks in his apartment and is shocked that it is tore apart. Then he remembers he went on a rampage. He goes to his bedroom where he sees a voicemail on his home phone. He presses "1" and then listens to the voicemail*
Kaitlyn: Hey Logan it's Kaitlyn, me and Carter were just thinking about you, I'm sorry we couldn't hang out for new years. Sorry about your loss. I'm sorry about your mom..*pause* Anyway, we will see you at your match tomorrow. I promised Carter. Can you get us ringside seats? Anyway, I'll see you tomorrow. Goodluck and I love you!
*the recording stops and then the operator says it's usual routine of "press 2 to save, or press 3 to delete" DK saves it and writes a memo on his door to ask someone for 2 ringside seats. DK lays down finally at 10 o'clock, and slowly drifts off to sleep*
--5:30 am, match day--
*the sound of the alarm clock breaks DK's perfect dream of making love to Kaitlyn. He smiles as he gets up out of bed, and goes to the bathroom and takes a long hot shower. After he is done he quickly shaves and puts some hairspray on his hair, just a little, not a lot. He puts on some regular street clothes and packs up 2 other set of clothes and his wrestling attire. He zips the red bag closed and goes to get on his plane. On the plane he listens to some songs he loves. His theme of course, and some black veil brides. He then falls asleep for the rest of the flight*
*he gets off at the Jacksonville airport and goes through the whole security shi-t as always. He then rents a nice 2007 black Honda accord and drives to a hotel where he will be staying for 10 days. Since the next show is in Miami, why not just stay in one spot?*
*DK goes inside his suite, it's quite impressive with a gold cast chandelier and a mini kitchen, along with 2 king sized beds and a 56 inch TV. The theme was red and white, which DK loved anyway. He then unpacks his bag and then puts his Attire on. He smiles as he checks himself in the mirror. He then gets a Dr. Pepper from the fridge and kills it in 20 seconds. He then sits down and waits for another 30 minutes to leave for the arena. Then so, he gets into the rental car and drives to the arena. He walks in the back entrance, as all wrestlers do, and goes to the bathroom and puts on his facepaint. He finishes up with the white paint and moves on to a coordinator, so DK ask for ringside seats*
DK: Hey, you mind getting me 2 front row seats?
Coordinator: I think I can do that sir, I'll send them straight to you.
DK: Thank you.. Wait! Scratch that, just reserve the 2 seats for me and put Kaitlyn and Carter on the name tags please. Thank you.
*DK walks away with no answer, to the place where it all begins, the promo.*
--promo--
*DK is in a black room, with a red tint to it, he is standing away from the camera, sitting in a school chair. His face his down, looking at an object in his hands. A replica of the WFWF National Championship. He pets it and then looks up at the camera, full of seriousness*
DK: Last week, wasnt the way I wanted to end the New Year. I wanted to win! But we all know that didn't happen. Oh by the way, props given to you Bishop. My match tonight will decide if I should be here in the WFWF or go back to backyard wrestling, it's do or die. I am ready for this. I really want this title shot. And I will do everything I can! I just really need a break. More than anything. And I can do it. People believe in me, and I believe in myself. Life is going on a rough path, and I need this. I don't care to go through the toughest of guys to do it, because I know I can!
*DK then gently lays the belt in his lap and he starts petting it again*
DK: My Resolution is to win this Revolution and then win the National Championship! I don't care to put someone on the shelf for now. I WILL win one way or another!
*DK then spits on the replica belt and throws the belt on the ground and walks out. The camera zooms in on the National Champions nameplate*
OOC: I can pe he leers ha come afer "s" and afer "x" idk whas up bu anwa jus saing i liked his i had fun doing i. sorr for he inconvience.
