Post by Devilkiller on Jan 30, 2013 23:11:58 GMT -5
Loyalty
*Devilkiller is on his way to Lafayette, Louisiana, to another hotel where he will stay til Revolution, when things already get heated. He gets a call on another new iPhone 5 from his arch nemesis Dragonslayer. He is of course hesitant to answer but knows that Dragonslayer controls the field and has to answer to see how he can win the game.*
DK: Hello?
DS: Hey my good friend.
DK: What now?
DS: I'm giving you one chance killer, one. This is big.
DK: Okay? What Is it?
DS: Were going to Lafayette for our biggest Hardcore Hell, and was wandering if you wanted to show up and make an appearance in my World Heavyweight Championship match.
DK: But I'd have to miss Revolution.
DS: So?
DK: I have to compete because the PPV is literally down the block and I wanna try at the National Title.
*DS laughs sarcastically and gets pissed*
DS: Your willing to give up a WORLD championship opportunity for a National opportunity? Hahaha. Your dumber than I thought. You f*cked in the head!
DK: Slayer... Let me think about it okay? I'll be in touch before 9 tonight. Bye.
*DK hangs up, and burst with knee slapping and side stabbing pain laughter. You want a look in his mind? Sorry, I like suspense.*
*DK drives in silence, the only sound is the soft radio playing an Avenged Sevenfold song. He pulls up to a 4 star hotel in downtown Lafayette DK gets his suite as usual and lays down on the white bed sheets.*
*He starts to watch tv. He puts in his DVD of his match from last week. He watches himself, smiling and noting some of the little mistakes he made. Then he sees his finish. Perfection.*
*At this time it is getting close to 7 oclock and before he can call DS back he has to go around town. He goes down to the garage and gets his 2007 Honda Accord rental car and starts driving toward the general direction of Lafayette Highschool.*
*Why is he going to a Highschool? Just wait.*
*he gets there in under 4 minutes and then parks his car and waits. He starts sipping on a Dr. Pepper he took from the hotel and just waits. Then at around 7:45pm DS pulled up, down the block some. He gets out and then gets a bag out from the back. The bag DK recognizes as the one that carries the XBYW title. He walks into the football arena, probably the locker room. DK knows nows his chance*
*DK makes a break for it. He runs up to DS nice BMW, which he drove to Louisiana in, and then pulls out a match from his back pocket. DK looks around and sees a trash can. He starts digging in until he finds an old rum bottle. Not what he was hoping but it'll work.*
*he pours out the rest maybe 1/3 of it, onto the interior. The black is now shining with wetness. DK strikes the match on the bottom of his boot 3 times then it lights. He stares at it for a minute, then he throws it through the open window, onto the rum, and lights the rum on fire, including the pleather seats*
*the fire rages. Bright orange and red flames are licking around the outside of the window. DKs smile is illuminated by the flame. He stares as the fire spreads. To the dashboard. And then slowly the hotness bust the window and it spreads to the out side.*
*the temperature is rising from standing only 3 feet away. DK pulls his collar down to get some air. Black smoke billows out from the windows and under the hood now. DK slowly turns and starts walking toward his car, just maybe a few hundred feet away, and gets in slowly, and watches as people gather around the burning car and start dialing 911. DK pulls out, doing a complete U-Turn and goes off at 90 mph toward his hotel*
*DK parks in the garage and runs up to his room, taking the stairs, and jumps on his bed. He lays there thinking this may be the last time I sleep on a bed. He starts to pace back and forth, drinking a Dr.Pepper. Then he gets a call from Dragonslayer*
DS: Logan you poor ass mother f*cker you can keep your money your ass is going to jail!
DK: Josh just calm down
DS: CALM DOWN? I LEFT THE ARENA WITH ONLY 40 MINUTES TIL MY MATCH AND FIND OUT YOU LIT MY CAR ON FIRE! DK: You put my mom in jail, and you were going to pay for it.
*DS starts sarcastically laughing*
DS: Oh my god! This for your mom in jail? Dude, your too much of a momma's boy.
*DK screams the next words*
DK: NO SHE'S MY FAMILY AND FAMILY MEANS SOMETHING TO ME UNLIKE YOU. YOU HAD BOTH YOUR PARENTS ALL OF YOUR LIFE BUT I DIDN'T! NOW F*CK OFF OR I'LL HUNT YOU DOWN!
*DK hangs up and throws the phone on the bed, angry. He looks in the drawers and finds a cigarette and lights it. He's so nervous. At 9:50pm he gets a knock on the door*
Police: Logan Caudill. Lafayette PD. We need a word with you.
*DK looks around, trying to find an escape, he scrambles toward the window but sees no way he could live*
Police: Mr. Caudill! Open up!
*DK is forced to the decision to open the door. He opens it slightly to see 2 men in black uniform and a gold badge on the left side chest*
Police: Logan, we have surveillance footage of you lighting a fire inside a mans car. We also understand you got sued for assault, and paid it off. So thats your motive. Logan Caudill, you have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be held against you in the court of law.
DK: Officers, before you cuff me, can I explain that that guy, Josh Ward, he put my mom in jail, for something she didn't f*ckin do. To make matters worse, he impersonated a dead guy.
*the cops, thinking his drunk or high, just shrugs it off as they head down the elevator, out of the hotel, and into the police car. DK is silent all the way there. He looks out the window, listening to the cops talking about him behind his back. Saying things like "Damn druggies" or "Intoxicated mother f*cker"*
*they reach the jail, and they post a bail of $6,000. Which DK could pay back, but they won't let the accused pay until the court date, which will be like 2 or 3 weeks away. Someone else could pay it but he can't.* *he is assigned a cell with 6 other men, called the "C" group. He lays down on a bunk bed, not talking to anyone*
RandomJailmate: Hey. Whatchu in here for?
*DK looks into the pale blue eyes of a drug addict. A 19 year old kid, with no life left.*
DK: I guess you could say harming other property.
RJ: Aren't you supposed to be having a match tomorrow?
DK: Well, yeah.
RJ: I know you. Devilkiller. Great wrestler my friend, great wrestler. I'm Daniel, Daniel Johnson.
*DK just smiles in acknowledgement. He looks up at the ceiling and slowly drifts into an overwhelming sleep*
*when he wakes up he's already missed breakfeast, and by the feel of it It's around 11 in the morning. He looks around and sees noone in the room but a camera man and a comb*
DK: Uhh?
CM: Oh, hey sleeping beauty! I'm here for the promo. No matter what you should shoot a promo.
DK: Alright bro, let's get it over with
*DK gets off the bed and stands up, stretches his legs and then takes the comb and combs his "Mane of Many Colors". He hands the comb back an gets in position. Then he forgets something*
DK: My face paint!
CM: We'll darken your face.
*DK is uncomfortable but goes along with it*
CM: 3...2...1...
*DK looks down, takes a deep breath and starts*
DK: Differences. Occurrences. Mishaps. I know this wasn't what you were expec-
*DK is cut of by an officer screaming*
Officer: Caudill, Logan! Your bailed out.
*DKs eyes go big. How could he have gotten bailed out? He only called WFWF to tell them he won't be there.*
*DK walks out of the jail block with the Camera Man following close behind. He gets his clothes and puts them on and gets his phone, and then they open the door separating the inmates and the outside world. And infront of him is a bouncy Carter Contra, in a Call Of Duty Black Ops 2 shirt.*
DK: what the hell?
*Carter looks up*
Carter: Hey man, ready to hit the road jack?
DK: Why the hell?
Carter: Well firstly *humorous* I killed a prostitute and a floating $6,000 dollar bill floated up so I walked through it and it popped up in my wallet. Secondly, I didn't need the money anyway, and lastly you face me tonight and I want my first defense to be legit.
*DK is astonished, he looks on in disbelief, the guy he beat 3 weeks ago to earn a spot in the WFWF Battle Royal is bailing him out of jail*
DK: Thanks man, I really mean it.
Carter: Ahh don't worry about it. Now let's roll!
*they walk out into the parking lot and there's only 4 cars, a jailer, a 1986 cadillac, a 2012 Lamborghini, and a red Mario Kart*
DK: So which is yours?
Carter: The Mario Kart.
DK: No seriously, is it that caddy?
Carter: No sir, it's the Kart!
*Carter walks toward it and sits down, there's a small platform where player 2 would usually stand at*
DK: Really?
Carter: Come on!
*DK jumps up on the back and hangs on to the guardrail, expecting a fast start*
Carter: Get off! Start running as fast as you can!
DK: Why!?
Carter: For QuickStart!
*DK jumps off and starts running as fast as his long legs will go. Then, without warning, the Kart takes off, leaving DK to hang on to the rail for dear life*
Carter: Thanks! Now we're in first!
DK: DUDE! I almost died!!
Carter: Nah.
*they continue driving, but seemingly slow*
DK: What CC is this?
Carter: 50. it's easier!
DK: You should've done the 150CC!
Carter: Sorry!
*they go through winding roads, epic jumps and things like that. Then a star in the road pops up*
Carter: Grab it!
DK: OKAY!
*He grabs the yellow star and suddenly the Kart turns yellow and it speeds away, going over 200 mph. Then it slows down. The finish line is in sight. You hear the dramatic Mario music*
Carter: 1st place!! *they cross as the big gold 1 pops up beside them and DK starts jumping up and down unsuspectedly*
DK: Why am I jumping?
Carter: We won!
DK: Well let's stop and go inside the hotel!
Carter: Oh, Okay!
*They stop the Kart and DK runs off without Carter. He goes to his room and gets his bags and clothes and runs back down while Carter just made it to the stairs, looking down at his Gameboy*
DK: Dude!! Why!?
Carter: Cus, Cus, Cus... I gotta catch em all!
*DK rolls his eyes and snatches it away*
DK: No! Wait till we get to the arena! Carter: But I want it!
DK: No! Wait!
Carter: Fine!
*he gets on the Kart and starts it up and starts heading toward town. DK hops on quickly as they pull away. He smiles as he watches astonished bystanders gapping at them. They pull up to the arena after an enjoyable ride and DK hands Carter his game back*
DK: Now remember Carter, watch out in the grass!
*DK laughs and walks away as Carter is playing the Gameboy*
*DK goes to the locker room and gets his gear on. The pads, the boots, the shirt, the pants, and then the face paint. He smiles knowing it's his character. The face paint tells a story. After finishing getting ready he heads to the outside to practice some before the doors open. He mainly does bumps and flips off the ropes. In the corner of his eye he sees Phillip Schneider in a black KMFDM t-shirt and faded blue jeans, looking on in disgust*
Phillip: I should've had my National title shot by now.
DK: Hm, that's funny, I was thinking the same thing on the WFWF championship.
*Phillip gets a tad angry at this*
Phillip: See, that's what's wrong with this company.. Everyone thinks they have "it" when the reality is, no one truthfully has "it". Everyone can walk around and say whatever they want, but when push comes to shove, a majority are just talk. And words are a great thing. You can say whatever you want and it won't hurt anyone. You can curse and cuss and holler.. And it doesn't hurt anyone..
DK: Phillip, I'm not just some green ass rookie that has no chance in hell. Have you not heard of my name? The DEVILkiller? I invented hell. I invented hardcore! You think you can go preaching to me? Well dumbass your barking up the wrong tree because this dog has bite too. I am a veteran of death matches and I'm not scared at all of a wannabe champ like you. Atleast I know that when I'm World champ I won't have to worry about the National championship to add to my resume to become a Grand Slam champion.
*Phillip walks up the steps and into the ring, and walks up to Devilkiller in the middle of the ring. They go eye to eye in a stare down. Crew members take pictures on their cell phone, knowing this may never happen again* Phillip: You're all full of piss and vinegar.. Vigor.. The fire.. The fire is in your eyes and I can see it. You keep that. You keep that desire and you never let anyone extinguish it.. Because when the end of the day comes, that desire is all you're going to have. Your career can end any day. You want to hang your head on being a violent man? A violent man shall die a violent death. Remember this.. And before you try to weave a legacy of brutality, I'd suggest you go to Amazon, search up my name.. And buy my autobiography. You'll second guess your decision.
*Phillip pushes DK into the corner and DK bounces out, ready to fight but thinks better of it. DK smiles as he exits the ring, and Phillip smiles on as well*
Phillip: You don't want to fight me. You know a fight with me would be your final fight..
DK: No I just know I'd get fired for showing the world your true colors.
*before he can hear the reply he walks quickly behind the black silk curtains and to his promo*
--Promo--
*DK is in a red tinted room, as always, damn, that'll become a catchphrase just like L.L.L.B.D's "And such, haha". DK is in the corner sitting on a steel chair with a picture in hand*
DK: I debuted around a month ago. I had the biggest match of my life 2 Revolutions ago. I could've went all the way, because I know I could've beat Phillip Schneider. I lost..But that's okay, I bounced back. I then got the third biggest match of my life. #1 contendership for the National Title. What happened? I won. Just like I said I would. Now it's the second biggest match of my life. The National Championship match with my... I guess my friend, in a hardcore match. Now, this is what I have been waiting for. A hardcore match. Not a normal match, MY kind of match. What that means is that I can do anything I want. If I wanted I could beat him to a pulp to where he cannot even stand. I can throw him into a river, in a dumpster, light him on fire!
*DK looks at the picture and smiles*
WFWF is my life. I would do anything to win that National title. Anything. I have already given so much for this. I have the "It" factor. I know I do. I just haven't had the chance to prove myself. This picture, it means something to me, to you you might only see a young kid with a fake belt, but to me, it means hope.
*DK shows the camera the picture of him holding a belt up in a backyard ring*
DK: That's hope. I was a no body. Now people know me, they recognize me. I'm known! Now, it's time to take the ultimate step up, and sadly, Carter Contra is in my way, and I'll destroy anyone who is. It's not personal bro, really. The Devil's Final Flight will be an amazing one, for I plan on taking down Carter to win what I feel should be mine. Carter man, your already known you've been here before. It's time to pass the torch and I know the torch will be passed to me. I'm sorry Contra, but I plan on winning that National Title from you one way or another. By the end of our match, you may not be able to play your video games anymore, for all you'll see in your eyes is GAME OVER BITCH!
*DK drops the picture on the floor and walks out of the room, the camera zooms in on the picture if the young DK in a wrestling ring and a fake belt*
-end-
OOC: I loved this for it's getting into the angle and getting me and Carter into the spotlight some. Also like to thank Phillip for covering his dialogue in this RP and thank whoever it was that said it's time to try to give me a shot. Also would like to say i wish I had more time to edit but with school I need to go to bed like now for I have 3 test tommorow, I know I probabley won't win but I tried. Thanks guys
*Devilkiller is on his way to Lafayette, Louisiana, to another hotel where he will stay til Revolution, when things already get heated. He gets a call on another new iPhone 5 from his arch nemesis Dragonslayer. He is of course hesitant to answer but knows that Dragonslayer controls the field and has to answer to see how he can win the game.*
DK: Hello?
DS: Hey my good friend.
DK: What now?
DS: I'm giving you one chance killer, one. This is big.
DK: Okay? What Is it?
DS: Were going to Lafayette for our biggest Hardcore Hell, and was wandering if you wanted to show up and make an appearance in my World Heavyweight Championship match.
DK: But I'd have to miss Revolution.
DS: So?
DK: I have to compete because the PPV is literally down the block and I wanna try at the National Title.
*DS laughs sarcastically and gets pissed*
DS: Your willing to give up a WORLD championship opportunity for a National opportunity? Hahaha. Your dumber than I thought. You f*cked in the head!
DK: Slayer... Let me think about it okay? I'll be in touch before 9 tonight. Bye.
*DK hangs up, and burst with knee slapping and side stabbing pain laughter. You want a look in his mind? Sorry, I like suspense.*
*DK drives in silence, the only sound is the soft radio playing an Avenged Sevenfold song. He pulls up to a 4 star hotel in downtown Lafayette DK gets his suite as usual and lays down on the white bed sheets.*
*He starts to watch tv. He puts in his DVD of his match from last week. He watches himself, smiling and noting some of the little mistakes he made. Then he sees his finish. Perfection.*
*At this time it is getting close to 7 oclock and before he can call DS back he has to go around town. He goes down to the garage and gets his 2007 Honda Accord rental car and starts driving toward the general direction of Lafayette Highschool.*
*Why is he going to a Highschool? Just wait.*
*he gets there in under 4 minutes and then parks his car and waits. He starts sipping on a Dr. Pepper he took from the hotel and just waits. Then at around 7:45pm DS pulled up, down the block some. He gets out and then gets a bag out from the back. The bag DK recognizes as the one that carries the XBYW title. He walks into the football arena, probably the locker room. DK knows nows his chance*
*DK makes a break for it. He runs up to DS nice BMW, which he drove to Louisiana in, and then pulls out a match from his back pocket. DK looks around and sees a trash can. He starts digging in until he finds an old rum bottle. Not what he was hoping but it'll work.*
*he pours out the rest maybe 1/3 of it, onto the interior. The black is now shining with wetness. DK strikes the match on the bottom of his boot 3 times then it lights. He stares at it for a minute, then he throws it through the open window, onto the rum, and lights the rum on fire, including the pleather seats*
*the fire rages. Bright orange and red flames are licking around the outside of the window. DKs smile is illuminated by the flame. He stares as the fire spreads. To the dashboard. And then slowly the hotness bust the window and it spreads to the out side.*
*the temperature is rising from standing only 3 feet away. DK pulls his collar down to get some air. Black smoke billows out from the windows and under the hood now. DK slowly turns and starts walking toward his car, just maybe a few hundred feet away, and gets in slowly, and watches as people gather around the burning car and start dialing 911. DK pulls out, doing a complete U-Turn and goes off at 90 mph toward his hotel*
*DK parks in the garage and runs up to his room, taking the stairs, and jumps on his bed. He lays there thinking this may be the last time I sleep on a bed. He starts to pace back and forth, drinking a Dr.Pepper. Then he gets a call from Dragonslayer*
DS: Logan you poor ass mother f*cker you can keep your money your ass is going to jail!
DK: Josh just calm down
DS: CALM DOWN? I LEFT THE ARENA WITH ONLY 40 MINUTES TIL MY MATCH AND FIND OUT YOU LIT MY CAR ON FIRE! DK: You put my mom in jail, and you were going to pay for it.
*DS starts sarcastically laughing*
DS: Oh my god! This for your mom in jail? Dude, your too much of a momma's boy.
*DK screams the next words*
DK: NO SHE'S MY FAMILY AND FAMILY MEANS SOMETHING TO ME UNLIKE YOU. YOU HAD BOTH YOUR PARENTS ALL OF YOUR LIFE BUT I DIDN'T! NOW F*CK OFF OR I'LL HUNT YOU DOWN!
*DK hangs up and throws the phone on the bed, angry. He looks in the drawers and finds a cigarette and lights it. He's so nervous. At 9:50pm he gets a knock on the door*
Police: Logan Caudill. Lafayette PD. We need a word with you.
*DK looks around, trying to find an escape, he scrambles toward the window but sees no way he could live*
Police: Mr. Caudill! Open up!
*DK is forced to the decision to open the door. He opens it slightly to see 2 men in black uniform and a gold badge on the left side chest*
Police: Logan, we have surveillance footage of you lighting a fire inside a mans car. We also understand you got sued for assault, and paid it off. So thats your motive. Logan Caudill, you have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be held against you in the court of law.
DK: Officers, before you cuff me, can I explain that that guy, Josh Ward, he put my mom in jail, for something she didn't f*ckin do. To make matters worse, he impersonated a dead guy.
*the cops, thinking his drunk or high, just shrugs it off as they head down the elevator, out of the hotel, and into the police car. DK is silent all the way there. He looks out the window, listening to the cops talking about him behind his back. Saying things like "Damn druggies" or "Intoxicated mother f*cker"*
*they reach the jail, and they post a bail of $6,000. Which DK could pay back, but they won't let the accused pay until the court date, which will be like 2 or 3 weeks away. Someone else could pay it but he can't.* *he is assigned a cell with 6 other men, called the "C" group. He lays down on a bunk bed, not talking to anyone*
RandomJailmate: Hey. Whatchu in here for?
*DK looks into the pale blue eyes of a drug addict. A 19 year old kid, with no life left.*
DK: I guess you could say harming other property.
RJ: Aren't you supposed to be having a match tomorrow?
DK: Well, yeah.
RJ: I know you. Devilkiller. Great wrestler my friend, great wrestler. I'm Daniel, Daniel Johnson.
*DK just smiles in acknowledgement. He looks up at the ceiling and slowly drifts into an overwhelming sleep*
*when he wakes up he's already missed breakfeast, and by the feel of it It's around 11 in the morning. He looks around and sees noone in the room but a camera man and a comb*
DK: Uhh?
CM: Oh, hey sleeping beauty! I'm here for the promo. No matter what you should shoot a promo.
DK: Alright bro, let's get it over with
*DK gets off the bed and stands up, stretches his legs and then takes the comb and combs his "Mane of Many Colors". He hands the comb back an gets in position. Then he forgets something*
DK: My face paint!
CM: We'll darken your face.
*DK is uncomfortable but goes along with it*
CM: 3...2...1...
*DK looks down, takes a deep breath and starts*
DK: Differences. Occurrences. Mishaps. I know this wasn't what you were expec-
*DK is cut of by an officer screaming*
Officer: Caudill, Logan! Your bailed out.
*DKs eyes go big. How could he have gotten bailed out? He only called WFWF to tell them he won't be there.*
*DK walks out of the jail block with the Camera Man following close behind. He gets his clothes and puts them on and gets his phone, and then they open the door separating the inmates and the outside world. And infront of him is a bouncy Carter Contra, in a Call Of Duty Black Ops 2 shirt.*
DK: what the hell?
*Carter looks up*
Carter: Hey man, ready to hit the road jack?
DK: Why the hell?
Carter: Well firstly *humorous* I killed a prostitute and a floating $6,000 dollar bill floated up so I walked through it and it popped up in my wallet. Secondly, I didn't need the money anyway, and lastly you face me tonight and I want my first defense to be legit.
*DK is astonished, he looks on in disbelief, the guy he beat 3 weeks ago to earn a spot in the WFWF Battle Royal is bailing him out of jail*
DK: Thanks man, I really mean it.
Carter: Ahh don't worry about it. Now let's roll!
*they walk out into the parking lot and there's only 4 cars, a jailer, a 1986 cadillac, a 2012 Lamborghini, and a red Mario Kart*
DK: So which is yours?
Carter: The Mario Kart.
DK: No seriously, is it that caddy?
Carter: No sir, it's the Kart!
*Carter walks toward it and sits down, there's a small platform where player 2 would usually stand at*
DK: Really?
Carter: Come on!
*DK jumps up on the back and hangs on to the guardrail, expecting a fast start*
Carter: Get off! Start running as fast as you can!
DK: Why!?
Carter: For QuickStart!
*DK jumps off and starts running as fast as his long legs will go. Then, without warning, the Kart takes off, leaving DK to hang on to the rail for dear life*
Carter: Thanks! Now we're in first!
DK: DUDE! I almost died!!
Carter: Nah.
*they continue driving, but seemingly slow*
DK: What CC is this?
Carter: 50. it's easier!
DK: You should've done the 150CC!
Carter: Sorry!
*they go through winding roads, epic jumps and things like that. Then a star in the road pops up*
Carter: Grab it!
DK: OKAY!
*He grabs the yellow star and suddenly the Kart turns yellow and it speeds away, going over 200 mph. Then it slows down. The finish line is in sight. You hear the dramatic Mario music*
Carter: 1st place!! *they cross as the big gold 1 pops up beside them and DK starts jumping up and down unsuspectedly*
DK: Why am I jumping?
Carter: We won!
DK: Well let's stop and go inside the hotel!
Carter: Oh, Okay!
*They stop the Kart and DK runs off without Carter. He goes to his room and gets his bags and clothes and runs back down while Carter just made it to the stairs, looking down at his Gameboy*
DK: Dude!! Why!?
Carter: Cus, Cus, Cus... I gotta catch em all!
*DK rolls his eyes and snatches it away*
DK: No! Wait till we get to the arena! Carter: But I want it!
DK: No! Wait!
Carter: Fine!
*he gets on the Kart and starts it up and starts heading toward town. DK hops on quickly as they pull away. He smiles as he watches astonished bystanders gapping at them. They pull up to the arena after an enjoyable ride and DK hands Carter his game back*
DK: Now remember Carter, watch out in the grass!
*DK laughs and walks away as Carter is playing the Gameboy*
*DK goes to the locker room and gets his gear on. The pads, the boots, the shirt, the pants, and then the face paint. He smiles knowing it's his character. The face paint tells a story. After finishing getting ready he heads to the outside to practice some before the doors open. He mainly does bumps and flips off the ropes. In the corner of his eye he sees Phillip Schneider in a black KMFDM t-shirt and faded blue jeans, looking on in disgust*
Phillip: I should've had my National title shot by now.
DK: Hm, that's funny, I was thinking the same thing on the WFWF championship.
*Phillip gets a tad angry at this*
Phillip: See, that's what's wrong with this company.. Everyone thinks they have "it" when the reality is, no one truthfully has "it". Everyone can walk around and say whatever they want, but when push comes to shove, a majority are just talk. And words are a great thing. You can say whatever you want and it won't hurt anyone. You can curse and cuss and holler.. And it doesn't hurt anyone..
DK: Phillip, I'm not just some green ass rookie that has no chance in hell. Have you not heard of my name? The DEVILkiller? I invented hell. I invented hardcore! You think you can go preaching to me? Well dumbass your barking up the wrong tree because this dog has bite too. I am a veteran of death matches and I'm not scared at all of a wannabe champ like you. Atleast I know that when I'm World champ I won't have to worry about the National championship to add to my resume to become a Grand Slam champion.
*Phillip walks up the steps and into the ring, and walks up to Devilkiller in the middle of the ring. They go eye to eye in a stare down. Crew members take pictures on their cell phone, knowing this may never happen again* Phillip: You're all full of piss and vinegar.. Vigor.. The fire.. The fire is in your eyes and I can see it. You keep that. You keep that desire and you never let anyone extinguish it.. Because when the end of the day comes, that desire is all you're going to have. Your career can end any day. You want to hang your head on being a violent man? A violent man shall die a violent death. Remember this.. And before you try to weave a legacy of brutality, I'd suggest you go to Amazon, search up my name.. And buy my autobiography. You'll second guess your decision.
*Phillip pushes DK into the corner and DK bounces out, ready to fight but thinks better of it. DK smiles as he exits the ring, and Phillip smiles on as well*
Phillip: You don't want to fight me. You know a fight with me would be your final fight..
DK: No I just know I'd get fired for showing the world your true colors.
*before he can hear the reply he walks quickly behind the black silk curtains and to his promo*
--Promo--
*DK is in a red tinted room, as always, damn, that'll become a catchphrase just like L.L.L.B.D's "And such, haha". DK is in the corner sitting on a steel chair with a picture in hand*
DK: I debuted around a month ago. I had the biggest match of my life 2 Revolutions ago. I could've went all the way, because I know I could've beat Phillip Schneider. I lost..But that's okay, I bounced back. I then got the third biggest match of my life. #1 contendership for the National Title. What happened? I won. Just like I said I would. Now it's the second biggest match of my life. The National Championship match with my... I guess my friend, in a hardcore match. Now, this is what I have been waiting for. A hardcore match. Not a normal match, MY kind of match. What that means is that I can do anything I want. If I wanted I could beat him to a pulp to where he cannot even stand. I can throw him into a river, in a dumpster, light him on fire!
*DK looks at the picture and smiles*
WFWF is my life. I would do anything to win that National title. Anything. I have already given so much for this. I have the "It" factor. I know I do. I just haven't had the chance to prove myself. This picture, it means something to me, to you you might only see a young kid with a fake belt, but to me, it means hope.
*DK shows the camera the picture of him holding a belt up in a backyard ring*
DK: That's hope. I was a no body. Now people know me, they recognize me. I'm known! Now, it's time to take the ultimate step up, and sadly, Carter Contra is in my way, and I'll destroy anyone who is. It's not personal bro, really. The Devil's Final Flight will be an amazing one, for I plan on taking down Carter to win what I feel should be mine. Carter man, your already known you've been here before. It's time to pass the torch and I know the torch will be passed to me. I'm sorry Contra, but I plan on winning that National Title from you one way or another. By the end of our match, you may not be able to play your video games anymore, for all you'll see in your eyes is GAME OVER BITCH!
*DK drops the picture on the floor and walks out of the room, the camera zooms in on the picture if the young DK in a wrestling ring and a fake belt*
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OOC: I loved this for it's getting into the angle and getting me and Carter into the spotlight some. Also like to thank Phillip for covering his dialogue in this RP and thank whoever it was that said it's time to try to give me a shot. Also would like to say i wish I had more time to edit but with school I need to go to bed like now for I have 3 test tommorow, I know I probabley won't win but I tried. Thanks guys
