Post by Devilkiller on Mar 1, 2013 22:07:42 GMT -5
Passion for the industry
Devilkiller is enjoying his new life. For the first time he is able to spend time with his girlfriend for more than 4 hours. His child, Carter, is growing up fast, as his birthday will soon be here and he won't miss it. Carter will be 5, and he is just a magnificent wrestler, well, not magnificent, but magnificent for his age. He takes trampoline suplex's well, along with fireman carry flip and a powerbomb. He loves wrestling, almost like Devilkiller. Devilkiller smiles, lost in the memories....
Anyway, Carter is now playing with his action figures on the new exclusive WFWF playset with breakaway barriers, announce tables, and an area on the stage. Kaitlyn is beside Devilkiller, snuggled against him on the couch as they both look on at Carter.
Kaitlyn: I don't know what I would've done if you hadn't answered that call.
DK: I always loved you, I wouldn't dare not answer. When I was injured (for first timers he was in a backyard wrestling accident including a 20ft fall and only one table which he only caught the far edge of) I thought you broke up with me because of the surgery, and the possibility of me not walking again, and you wanted a real man to be able to play with his child. Then when I got out and went back to wrestling id see you, but you never talked to me.. I was just too scared too, maybe we would've been together for all this time, but now we have a child. And I almost missed 5 years, and I don't want him to be like me and be daddyless.. I'm not trying to make this a speech but I just want you to know that.
Kaitlyn is speechless, her face almost morphed into sympathy, happiness, and joy. She smiles and just hugs DK, and he returns the hug, and then sits to watch Carter.
DK: Will you let him get into a real ring?
Carters ears if they could, pointed up like a dogs, and listens, he sits still, not moving a muscle.
Kaitlyn: Logan I don't know.. What if he got hurt? I can't risk that. DK: What if I put extra mats down?
Kaitlyn: I still don't know.. What if he doesn't learn how to fall or land or whatever the hell you call it? He'd get hurt..
DK: Alright, but when he turns 5 he can right?
Kaitlyn: Of course he can! I wouldn't mind it so much if onl-
phone rings and she answers and with a sigh says yes into the receiver and hangs up
Kaitlyn: I have to go to work. Dammit. And my jobs not important!
DK: Babe, your a nurse.
Kaitlyn: So?
DK: That's pretty important!
Kaitlyn: But my job is simply hand the surgeon the supplies and check the guest. Whoopidee freaking doo.
DK:(laughing) I'll watch Carter for the night.
DK kisses Kaitlyns cheek as she walks out, and it's just him and Carter.
Carter: So your gonna face a boy with my name right!
DK: Yes Carter his last name is Carter.
Carter: Well, don't hurt him pease?
DK: I'll try not too.
As he says this he crosses his fingers, where of course it doesn't count.
Carter: What will you do!?
DK: Pin him! I gotta keep the belt now!
Carter: But but but, hey.. I want it.
DK stands up and goes into his bedroom and unpacks his suitcase finally and grabs the National Championship. He smiles and holds it for a few seconds before going into the living room again and handing Carter the huge title, almost squishing him.
Carter: Wow! That's heavy!!
DK: Well yeah! It's metal! Gold plated.
Carter: You better win and keep this belt thingy!
DK: Yes sir!
Carter stares in amazement. The rest of the day is the same, Carter asking questions about wrestling and DK answering. Then he gets a phone call. (please note that the main event here actually happened which inspired this, the call didn't take place but youll understand in a minute)
DK: Hello?
Grandma: Logan? Oh god Logan, you know how Tommy(DK's closest uncle Tommy the 2nd) was in the hospital? He died early on Friday 15th! His valve just didn't get enough blood.. Your cousin Little T(Tommy the 3rd) has literally no family left, his mothers a skank and well he's all alone! Oh god.
DK: What caused the valve or whatever not to function?
Grandma: His addiction with drugs. He did so many and when he stopped just a few months ago it was too late.
DK sits in silence, Carter knows something is wrong and stands and sits by DK and snuggles up against him. DK feels a tear roll down but he wipes it away.
DK: When's the funeral?
Grandma: The (day of show), Can you make it?
DK: I'll find a way, I'll be damned if I miss that funeral.
DK hangs up and then just sits there, holding his child, making sure not to let go.
Carter: What's wrong?
DK: Your great uncle, you didn't know him, died yesterday.
Carter: Oh I'm sorry daddy!
DK: It's okay son, go, play.
Carter sits back down in the floor, playing with the Phillip Schneider and then throwing a Shawn Malakai through the breakaway area of the stage, why I don't know, because personally, he's a solid writer. Anyway, as Carter does this DK watches him, almost in full tears. He tries to forget the fact he has a National title defense within just a few days, but cant, and knows that the day before the match he has to bury his closest uncle. He tries to shake the cobwebs away, but fails. He lays down on the couch and very slowly thinks himself to sleep.
--Kaitlyn arrives home, 10 PM.--
Carter is asleep on the chair, almost hanging out of it as DK is sprawled on the couch. Kaitlyn slowly wakes up DK and lays beside him.
Kaitlyn: I read today that a relative of yours died, I'm sorry.
DK: It's okay.. To be honest I had almost forgotten about it...
Kaitlyn: I'm sorry.. Do you mind if I stay the night here?
DK: Not at all, I need the company.
Kaitlyn smiles and kisses his cheek, he looks into her live filled eyes and smiles, and pulls through without thinking of his uncle. He decides that he will just stay up all night, as he slept from 4 to 10, and isn't sleepy. Without tryin to be creepy he watches his 2 loved ones sleep, thinking about if he had lost them, if it was one of them he was burying.. He cries and thinks about all of this mess and at 3 AM he goes for a jog.
It's cold where hes at, jogging through the streets, With only a hoodie and jogging pants, with red Nike shoes. He stops at a local wrestling school, by now it's about 4:30 and they haven't even opened the doors yet. DK goes looking in trashcans and finally finds a trashcan with a coke can in it, covered with red pizza sauce and deep yellow cheese. He wipes it off on his pants and pulls his pocket knife out and cuts an object about 2 inches long and about a fourth wide. He slides it into the locking mechanism and gets his credit card and slides it in-between the doors and wiggles around, until he feels the locking mechanism click, he slides the card down the crack and moves it up and down until the door slides open. He walks in and locks the door behind him, and flips the switch for the lights and looks around at the blue themed place. With a receptionist area which he is currently in. He sees a door labeled "GYM EQUIPMENT" Which is really just knee pads and stuff. He walks in and grabs a pair of Trace Knee pads and puts them on over his grey jogging pants. He looks and finds a pair 17 boot and puts them on, the faded black leather showing years of use, and the sole with more grey then it should be showing suggest a kicker, for there is only one spot where a circle is that color, but the circle covers the boot in width and is about 6-7 inches in length, which hints a pretty good aim.
He goes through a set of white double doors and sees a workout center. Punching bags, weight-building equipment, running equipment, and more. With atleast 3 of each machine if not more, it fills the 50x45 ft room. He sees the doors with "GYMNASIUM" labeled in big black letters on a grey looking set of double doors. He walks in and sees the arena. With bleachers that could fit close to 2000 and about 100 chairs on 3 sides of the ring, it makes 2300 sitting, well, DK estimates. The ring is protected by guardrails, and the ring is 18x18 foot and has blue ropes and a black not canvas but pleather like material, with the design saying "WWA" in blue letters.
He walks in-between the grey chairs and jumps the guardrail and climbs into the ring. He takes simple bumps first, then front bump, and top rope front bump. After that DK commences to having a match with himself. The real DK is in a side headlock and then he throws the air off and gets taken down. He jumps up and does a hiptoss and a quick pin of 1. He gets up and delivers a dropkick. DK feels his veins warming up as he realizes that no matter what happens he will have wrestling. He starts getting hyper after coming off of a suplex. He hits a piledriver, picks his imaginary opponent up, an hits a Devil's Coffin, and climbs up and is preparing for DFF but is interrupted by a deep, ownership voice.
Voice: What are you doing in my ring?
DK looks around and sees a man, around 50 in age and grey hair, about 6'2 and a pair of khakis and white polo. He climbs into the ring and DK jumps down.
DK: Sir I'm sorry, I am a pro wrestler, I swear I went on a jog and stumbled into this place.
Guy: Oh? Your pro? Or just some punk that likes pick locking?
DK: I'm pro! I'll prove it. Give me a hit.
The guy does a pro hit and DK takes the back bump and sells like a pro, well, he is a pro. The man is surprised. He picks up DK and delivers a chop to the chest, and DK sells it, hollering in pain.
Guy: Well hey there. I'm Chris, Christopher Waddell, owner of WWA. You are..?
DK: Logan. Logan Caudill, wrestler for WFWF.
Chris: nuh huh!
DK: I am the National Champion.
Chris: Your not that Carter Contra kid.
DK: I know I beat him last week.
Chris: Oh, your Devilkiller! Sorry I didn't watch it last week. No way!
DK: Yes I promise.
Chris: Hey, Travis, get down here.
A guy with short dark hair, dark shirt, and black shorts with yellow tribal on them appears from nowhere. He has on black boots under black kickpads. He gets up in the ring and shakes DK's hand.
Travis: Pleasure to meet you. I'm Travis Ball, yes it's my real name.
Chris: yeah yeah whatever okay now deliver "your" finisher or finishers on Travis.
DK precedes to pick up the 235 pounder like a sack of feathers and hits Devils Coffin. Then he climbs up top and flys through the air and hits the DFF.
Chris: you are him. What are you doing here?
DK: I was just walking by. Saw the place, broke in, got the gear, and wrestled. But I have to go now, I've over stayed my visit.
Chris: Nonsense!
DK starts unlacing his boots and slides his pads off.
DK: Sir I really want to go home to my wife and kid they're probably up by-
Travis jumps DK and literally beats him, not any fake sh*t, fist. He hits DK all over, hits his eye, nose, lip, and DK feels the warm blood trickle down his face. He feels his eye sorta pop, and feels it swell up to 3x it size. Then Travis and Chris leave, leaving DK in a pool of blood.
He lays there, unconscious for a while, the blood slowly but surely spreading across the ring.
He slowly comes too, and feels his head hurting and his lip real numb. He can't see out of his left eye. He tries to roll over but fails. He tries again and succeeds, and gets up on his hands and knees, trying to catch his breath and to keep from drowning on his own blood. He gurgles and spits up a good size of blood, and slowly stands up. He looks around trying to remember what has transpired but can't even make it to the ropes, he rolls out, and starts stumbling out of the arena, into the gym area, where there are some bulky looking guys with headphones on and earphones in and screaming loud to seem like it's stressing them out to pick up 200 pounds. DK looks around to see if there is anyone he recognizes. He spots the clock at a quarter pass 10,and then he slowly falls to one knee about to pass out. He hears a voice screaming
Random guy: Call an ambulance someone!
DK tries his feet again but he can't. He's never been in that kind of shape. That wasn't a wrestler, he had to be UFC, or even a boxer. His last thoughts was if he can get out if here without falling, before of course, going unconscious again.
--6PM, Hospital downtown--
Devilkiller awakens inside of a hospital, his heads still spinning from all that has happened, he looks around at doctors and nurses, all seemingly shocked. He looks around and lays his eyes on Carter, just sitting there watching him.
DK: Where, why am I here?
Doctor: You have suffered from real nasty busted lip, you lost 2 teeth, and close to a pint of blood, luckily your son volunteered to give you some. But again, you also have a busted vein in your eye which should be fine just put these eye drops in every few hours.
He hands a bottle of prescription eyedrops to DK, before continuing.
Doc: Your nose seemed broken but it was just a nasty hit that caused it to bleed. You'll be able to leave by 10 pm tonight if you'd like.
DK: Thanks...
DK smiles as Carter runs over to him and gives him a hug
Carter: Goodmorning daddy!
DK: Goodmorning Carter.
Just then Kaitlyn with her long flowing blonde hair and cute brown jacket with a white tank underneath and blue jeans come around the corner to see DK awake and runs to him and kisses his cheek
Kaitlyn: I was so worried!!
DK: eh, it's fine, I'm ready to go home in a few
Kaitlyn: why did you leave this morning?
DK: I went jogging.
Kaitlyn: Oh. Well atleast your alright..
--9:30 next morning, day of funeral--
DK is putting on his suit, with the black George slacks and a nice blue button up shirt, name brand sports jacket and again a George tie. He starts putting on his black rockports, slowly getting ready for his uncles funeral. He feels the closeness of his uncle, how he loved how he introduced him to wrestling, how he took him to his first live wrestling event, how he made him a trampoline wrestling ring..
DK shakes the cobwebs away and finishes putting the final touches on. Combing his hair, brushing his teeth, you know, same old same old. He looks at the clock and realizes that in a short 20 minutes he will never see his uncle again. He walks to the car, he told his girlfriend and son, Kaitlyn and Carter, to stay home. He told them he had to do this for himself.
He goes into the funeral home and shakes hands with the preacher, and says hi to some old friends, then he sees little T. He's wearing a black button down and a crimson tie that is the darkest red you have ever seen.
DK: Hey man.
T: Hey Logan. Thanks for coming.
They hug, trying to comfort one another, and DK tries feeling the warmth spread in is body, but he can't. He feels a tear fall and he quickly wipes it away. He looks back at T and just smiles, at a loss of words.
DK: Listen, I know this is tragic, it really is, but that doesn't mean you have to quit living life my man. You have skill, wrestling skill, business skill, and of course athleticism. You can be whatever you want man, just don't let this get you pulled down.
Little T just smiles and gives DK another hug.
T: Listen, I will never give up on my dreams, I'm in a wrestling school just out of New Jersey City. I'm said to be going to developmental next year. I'll see you then.
T smiles and just walks away, to go greet some of the other guest. DK nods in acknowledgement to no one, and he then goes to see his dead uncle.
Tommy is wearing a white button down with his fine then hair which is almost bald on top, combed to the side, he has his KY basketball hat on his hands, his beard thick as ever. He looks peaceful as if God has forgiven him of his sins. DK tries to hold it together, putting his hands to his mouth but he can't. He goes outside where he produces orange like color throw up. He goes in, keeping his composure, and sits down at the pews. T sits beside him as they listen to the service. DKs mind keeps drifting off, to simpler times. He tries not to think of his uncle but he ultimately does, and leans his head down to keep from crying. After the service ends he is chosen to be one of the 8 Paul-bearers. He carries the rear along with Little T. He solemnly puts the casket into the white hearse and gets in his own car to follow the possession. They get to Crystal Cemetery, which is right outside of Trenton, they stop in front of drown dirt, newly dug up dirt. DK gets out and carries his uncles casket to the hole, where they set him down on a pulley system, where they slowly lower him into the grave. Alot of people were crying, even Little T, but DK kept his composure, and they all said a small prayer with the preacher. After prayer they all left, everyone, except for Little T and DK.
They stood by the gravesite for a long while, about 15 minutes, then DK pats Little Ts shoulder and DK walks away to his car. He then drives to his apartment building to put his already packed ring-gear in the car. And start the 7 hour flight to Dallas. DK walks in and smiles at his girlfriend and son playing together.
DK: come on guys, help me out and get packed up and ready to go.
They all pitch in as they put bags, bigger bags, and even bigger bags into the trunk and starts driving toward the airport. They have small talk, like how's wrestling if your excited etc etc. They arrive and get on the plane, they were almost late, and start the 1st class flight to Dallas. DK slowly drifts to sleep, and wakes up on the ground.
DK: whoa! What happened?
Kaitlyn: We're here dummy!
They all pile out and cram into a back of a taxi, and go towards the arena.
Carter: Daddy, are you nervous?
DK: Well son, it's my first pay per view, and I'm champion, of course I'm nervous. Are you excited for your first show?
Carter: Yeah but I just hope that you win?
DK: why's that?
Carter: I don't want this show to be a complete d-d-disaster.
DK is shocked, not knowing exactly what to say.
DK: Listen buddy, I'm the King of Hardcore, I love to break chairs and tables with opponents, don't you worry about a thing my sweet child.
They smile at eachother as they pull in the parking lot. They pay the driver some money before getting their bags. They all walk in together as a big family, Kaitlyn takes Carters bag and puts it in DKs lockerroom, and gives DK the most passionate random kiss ever.
Kaitlyn: Don't get hurt.
She walks away, crying almost as DK just sits there, he puts on his facepaint to imitate a clown, and starts putting on the long red pants with blue and yellow mixed in especially made for this night. His name in dark black letters is down the right leg, and the pleather is shining in the light of the lockerroom. DK ties his spit shined shoes and goes into his room for his Promo.
--7 PM, promo time--
Again, DK is in a red tinted room, with white walls and a shiny gold brimmed mirror. DK is holding his National title, and he's just smiling.
DK: Of course, your wondering, how the heck did I win? After landing on the outside area of the ring, after a failed attempt of Devils Final Flight, after a dropkick through Light tubes, and breaking the finisher Extra Life. I'll tell you how. Passion. Passion is the root for getting started as a wrestler. If you aren't passionate you need to get the hell out. I love this industry with everything I have. If I were to be sent to developmental I would be happy, why? I love it. If I wasn't champion, or just a pre-show only wrestler, I wouldn't care. Why? I love this industry. In the course of the time I've been here in the WFWF alot of key roles have happened. I found out I had a son, I lost my closest friend, my mom was sent to jail, then I was, then to top it my uncle dies. But then, there's the good, like even QUALIFYING for the WFWF World Heavyweight #1 contendership battle royal, becoming National Champion and sticking it to Phillip Shcnieder. No not sticking it like hitting him no, but I stood my ground when confronted, I left yes, to avoid a fight. Later that same evening, I became National Champion, something he couldn't do. I respect the hell outta him, but I mean come on. I am closer now to becoming Grand Slam champion, not by much, but a little.
And I'm proud of that, I'm passionate for this business, and Andrew is just another wannabe I have to push through. Andrew, I want you to know that IF I let you walk away from tonight, it's because of my son being here to watch me. Don't try to be big bad and tough and act like you can beat me, because we all know you can't. I am the Hardcore King, I am the Creator of Hell, and tonight I can literally watch the world burn.
DK unnoticeably lights a match, and sticks it to the mirror, lighting it in an instant. DK just smiles as his face is illuminated by the flame
. DK: Andrew, this isn't about me, or you, or the National Title, it's about WHO will be embedded in history, forever.
DK stands up and puts the National Title on his shoulder, and punches the glass, taking the flame out at once, as the old flame was to represent Andrew's fate.
OOC: Wow, this was sorta hard to write, it seems solid but to me it isn't good enough, I wish I had the time to go over it better, but if I lose hey, I'm passing the torch I guess haha. Thanks for reading this guys. And thanks for anyone who prayed for me and my family after my uncles passing. Thanks to all replies
Devilkiller is enjoying his new life. For the first time he is able to spend time with his girlfriend for more than 4 hours. His child, Carter, is growing up fast, as his birthday will soon be here and he won't miss it. Carter will be 5, and he is just a magnificent wrestler, well, not magnificent, but magnificent for his age. He takes trampoline suplex's well, along with fireman carry flip and a powerbomb. He loves wrestling, almost like Devilkiller. Devilkiller smiles, lost in the memories....
Anyway, Carter is now playing with his action figures on the new exclusive WFWF playset with breakaway barriers, announce tables, and an area on the stage. Kaitlyn is beside Devilkiller, snuggled against him on the couch as they both look on at Carter.
Kaitlyn: I don't know what I would've done if you hadn't answered that call.
DK: I always loved you, I wouldn't dare not answer. When I was injured (for first timers he was in a backyard wrestling accident including a 20ft fall and only one table which he only caught the far edge of) I thought you broke up with me because of the surgery, and the possibility of me not walking again, and you wanted a real man to be able to play with his child. Then when I got out and went back to wrestling id see you, but you never talked to me.. I was just too scared too, maybe we would've been together for all this time, but now we have a child. And I almost missed 5 years, and I don't want him to be like me and be daddyless.. I'm not trying to make this a speech but I just want you to know that.
Kaitlyn is speechless, her face almost morphed into sympathy, happiness, and joy. She smiles and just hugs DK, and he returns the hug, and then sits to watch Carter.
DK: Will you let him get into a real ring?
Carters ears if they could, pointed up like a dogs, and listens, he sits still, not moving a muscle.
Kaitlyn: Logan I don't know.. What if he got hurt? I can't risk that. DK: What if I put extra mats down?
Kaitlyn: I still don't know.. What if he doesn't learn how to fall or land or whatever the hell you call it? He'd get hurt..
DK: Alright, but when he turns 5 he can right?
Kaitlyn: Of course he can! I wouldn't mind it so much if onl-
phone rings and she answers and with a sigh says yes into the receiver and hangs up
Kaitlyn: I have to go to work. Dammit. And my jobs not important!
DK: Babe, your a nurse.
Kaitlyn: So?
DK: That's pretty important!
Kaitlyn: But my job is simply hand the surgeon the supplies and check the guest. Whoopidee freaking doo.
DK:(laughing) I'll watch Carter for the night.
DK kisses Kaitlyns cheek as she walks out, and it's just him and Carter.
Carter: So your gonna face a boy with my name right!
DK: Yes Carter his last name is Carter.
Carter: Well, don't hurt him pease?
DK: I'll try not too.
As he says this he crosses his fingers, where of course it doesn't count.
Carter: What will you do!?
DK: Pin him! I gotta keep the belt now!
Carter: But but but, hey.. I want it.
DK stands up and goes into his bedroom and unpacks his suitcase finally and grabs the National Championship. He smiles and holds it for a few seconds before going into the living room again and handing Carter the huge title, almost squishing him.
Carter: Wow! That's heavy!!
DK: Well yeah! It's metal! Gold plated.
Carter: You better win and keep this belt thingy!
DK: Yes sir!
Carter stares in amazement. The rest of the day is the same, Carter asking questions about wrestling and DK answering. Then he gets a phone call. (please note that the main event here actually happened which inspired this, the call didn't take place but youll understand in a minute)
DK: Hello?
Grandma: Logan? Oh god Logan, you know how Tommy(DK's closest uncle Tommy the 2nd) was in the hospital? He died early on Friday 15th! His valve just didn't get enough blood.. Your cousin Little T(Tommy the 3rd) has literally no family left, his mothers a skank and well he's all alone! Oh god.
DK: What caused the valve or whatever not to function?
Grandma: His addiction with drugs. He did so many and when he stopped just a few months ago it was too late.
DK sits in silence, Carter knows something is wrong and stands and sits by DK and snuggles up against him. DK feels a tear roll down but he wipes it away.
DK: When's the funeral?
Grandma: The (day of show), Can you make it?
DK: I'll find a way, I'll be damned if I miss that funeral.
DK hangs up and then just sits there, holding his child, making sure not to let go.
Carter: What's wrong?
DK: Your great uncle, you didn't know him, died yesterday.
Carter: Oh I'm sorry daddy!
DK: It's okay son, go, play.
Carter sits back down in the floor, playing with the Phillip Schneider and then throwing a Shawn Malakai through the breakaway area of the stage, why I don't know, because personally, he's a solid writer. Anyway, as Carter does this DK watches him, almost in full tears. He tries to forget the fact he has a National title defense within just a few days, but cant, and knows that the day before the match he has to bury his closest uncle. He tries to shake the cobwebs away, but fails. He lays down on the couch and very slowly thinks himself to sleep.
--Kaitlyn arrives home, 10 PM.--
Carter is asleep on the chair, almost hanging out of it as DK is sprawled on the couch. Kaitlyn slowly wakes up DK and lays beside him.
Kaitlyn: I read today that a relative of yours died, I'm sorry.
DK: It's okay.. To be honest I had almost forgotten about it...
Kaitlyn: I'm sorry.. Do you mind if I stay the night here?
DK: Not at all, I need the company.
Kaitlyn smiles and kisses his cheek, he looks into her live filled eyes and smiles, and pulls through without thinking of his uncle. He decides that he will just stay up all night, as he slept from 4 to 10, and isn't sleepy. Without tryin to be creepy he watches his 2 loved ones sleep, thinking about if he had lost them, if it was one of them he was burying.. He cries and thinks about all of this mess and at 3 AM he goes for a jog.
It's cold where hes at, jogging through the streets, With only a hoodie and jogging pants, with red Nike shoes. He stops at a local wrestling school, by now it's about 4:30 and they haven't even opened the doors yet. DK goes looking in trashcans and finally finds a trashcan with a coke can in it, covered with red pizza sauce and deep yellow cheese. He wipes it off on his pants and pulls his pocket knife out and cuts an object about 2 inches long and about a fourth wide. He slides it into the locking mechanism and gets his credit card and slides it in-between the doors and wiggles around, until he feels the locking mechanism click, he slides the card down the crack and moves it up and down until the door slides open. He walks in and locks the door behind him, and flips the switch for the lights and looks around at the blue themed place. With a receptionist area which he is currently in. He sees a door labeled "GYM EQUIPMENT" Which is really just knee pads and stuff. He walks in and grabs a pair of Trace Knee pads and puts them on over his grey jogging pants. He looks and finds a pair 17 boot and puts them on, the faded black leather showing years of use, and the sole with more grey then it should be showing suggest a kicker, for there is only one spot where a circle is that color, but the circle covers the boot in width and is about 6-7 inches in length, which hints a pretty good aim.
He goes through a set of white double doors and sees a workout center. Punching bags, weight-building equipment, running equipment, and more. With atleast 3 of each machine if not more, it fills the 50x45 ft room. He sees the doors with "GYMNASIUM" labeled in big black letters on a grey looking set of double doors. He walks in and sees the arena. With bleachers that could fit close to 2000 and about 100 chairs on 3 sides of the ring, it makes 2300 sitting, well, DK estimates. The ring is protected by guardrails, and the ring is 18x18 foot and has blue ropes and a black not canvas but pleather like material, with the design saying "WWA" in blue letters.
He walks in-between the grey chairs and jumps the guardrail and climbs into the ring. He takes simple bumps first, then front bump, and top rope front bump. After that DK commences to having a match with himself. The real DK is in a side headlock and then he throws the air off and gets taken down. He jumps up and does a hiptoss and a quick pin of 1. He gets up and delivers a dropkick. DK feels his veins warming up as he realizes that no matter what happens he will have wrestling. He starts getting hyper after coming off of a suplex. He hits a piledriver, picks his imaginary opponent up, an hits a Devil's Coffin, and climbs up and is preparing for DFF but is interrupted by a deep, ownership voice.
Voice: What are you doing in my ring?
DK looks around and sees a man, around 50 in age and grey hair, about 6'2 and a pair of khakis and white polo. He climbs into the ring and DK jumps down.
DK: Sir I'm sorry, I am a pro wrestler, I swear I went on a jog and stumbled into this place.
Guy: Oh? Your pro? Or just some punk that likes pick locking?
DK: I'm pro! I'll prove it. Give me a hit.
The guy does a pro hit and DK takes the back bump and sells like a pro, well, he is a pro. The man is surprised. He picks up DK and delivers a chop to the chest, and DK sells it, hollering in pain.
Guy: Well hey there. I'm Chris, Christopher Waddell, owner of WWA. You are..?
DK: Logan. Logan Caudill, wrestler for WFWF.
Chris: nuh huh!
DK: I am the National Champion.
Chris: Your not that Carter Contra kid.
DK: I know I beat him last week.
Chris: Oh, your Devilkiller! Sorry I didn't watch it last week. No way!
DK: Yes I promise.
Chris: Hey, Travis, get down here.
A guy with short dark hair, dark shirt, and black shorts with yellow tribal on them appears from nowhere. He has on black boots under black kickpads. He gets up in the ring and shakes DK's hand.
Travis: Pleasure to meet you. I'm Travis Ball, yes it's my real name.
Chris: yeah yeah whatever okay now deliver "your" finisher or finishers on Travis.
DK precedes to pick up the 235 pounder like a sack of feathers and hits Devils Coffin. Then he climbs up top and flys through the air and hits the DFF.
Chris: you are him. What are you doing here?
DK: I was just walking by. Saw the place, broke in, got the gear, and wrestled. But I have to go now, I've over stayed my visit.
Chris: Nonsense!
DK starts unlacing his boots and slides his pads off.
DK: Sir I really want to go home to my wife and kid they're probably up by-
Travis jumps DK and literally beats him, not any fake sh*t, fist. He hits DK all over, hits his eye, nose, lip, and DK feels the warm blood trickle down his face. He feels his eye sorta pop, and feels it swell up to 3x it size. Then Travis and Chris leave, leaving DK in a pool of blood.
He lays there, unconscious for a while, the blood slowly but surely spreading across the ring.
He slowly comes too, and feels his head hurting and his lip real numb. He can't see out of his left eye. He tries to roll over but fails. He tries again and succeeds, and gets up on his hands and knees, trying to catch his breath and to keep from drowning on his own blood. He gurgles and spits up a good size of blood, and slowly stands up. He looks around trying to remember what has transpired but can't even make it to the ropes, he rolls out, and starts stumbling out of the arena, into the gym area, where there are some bulky looking guys with headphones on and earphones in and screaming loud to seem like it's stressing them out to pick up 200 pounds. DK looks around to see if there is anyone he recognizes. He spots the clock at a quarter pass 10,and then he slowly falls to one knee about to pass out. He hears a voice screaming
Random guy: Call an ambulance someone!
DK tries his feet again but he can't. He's never been in that kind of shape. That wasn't a wrestler, he had to be UFC, or even a boxer. His last thoughts was if he can get out if here without falling, before of course, going unconscious again.
--6PM, Hospital downtown--
Devilkiller awakens inside of a hospital, his heads still spinning from all that has happened, he looks around at doctors and nurses, all seemingly shocked. He looks around and lays his eyes on Carter, just sitting there watching him.
DK: Where, why am I here?
Doctor: You have suffered from real nasty busted lip, you lost 2 teeth, and close to a pint of blood, luckily your son volunteered to give you some. But again, you also have a busted vein in your eye which should be fine just put these eye drops in every few hours.
He hands a bottle of prescription eyedrops to DK, before continuing.
Doc: Your nose seemed broken but it was just a nasty hit that caused it to bleed. You'll be able to leave by 10 pm tonight if you'd like.
DK: Thanks...
DK smiles as Carter runs over to him and gives him a hug
Carter: Goodmorning daddy!
DK: Goodmorning Carter.
Just then Kaitlyn with her long flowing blonde hair and cute brown jacket with a white tank underneath and blue jeans come around the corner to see DK awake and runs to him and kisses his cheek
Kaitlyn: I was so worried!!
DK: eh, it's fine, I'm ready to go home in a few
Kaitlyn: why did you leave this morning?
DK: I went jogging.
Kaitlyn: Oh. Well atleast your alright..
--9:30 next morning, day of funeral--
DK is putting on his suit, with the black George slacks and a nice blue button up shirt, name brand sports jacket and again a George tie. He starts putting on his black rockports, slowly getting ready for his uncles funeral. He feels the closeness of his uncle, how he loved how he introduced him to wrestling, how he took him to his first live wrestling event, how he made him a trampoline wrestling ring..
DK shakes the cobwebs away and finishes putting the final touches on. Combing his hair, brushing his teeth, you know, same old same old. He looks at the clock and realizes that in a short 20 minutes he will never see his uncle again. He walks to the car, he told his girlfriend and son, Kaitlyn and Carter, to stay home. He told them he had to do this for himself.
He goes into the funeral home and shakes hands with the preacher, and says hi to some old friends, then he sees little T. He's wearing a black button down and a crimson tie that is the darkest red you have ever seen.
DK: Hey man.
T: Hey Logan. Thanks for coming.
They hug, trying to comfort one another, and DK tries feeling the warmth spread in is body, but he can't. He feels a tear fall and he quickly wipes it away. He looks back at T and just smiles, at a loss of words.
DK: Listen, I know this is tragic, it really is, but that doesn't mean you have to quit living life my man. You have skill, wrestling skill, business skill, and of course athleticism. You can be whatever you want man, just don't let this get you pulled down.
Little T just smiles and gives DK another hug.
T: Listen, I will never give up on my dreams, I'm in a wrestling school just out of New Jersey City. I'm said to be going to developmental next year. I'll see you then.
T smiles and just walks away, to go greet some of the other guest. DK nods in acknowledgement to no one, and he then goes to see his dead uncle.
Tommy is wearing a white button down with his fine then hair which is almost bald on top, combed to the side, he has his KY basketball hat on his hands, his beard thick as ever. He looks peaceful as if God has forgiven him of his sins. DK tries to hold it together, putting his hands to his mouth but he can't. He goes outside where he produces orange like color throw up. He goes in, keeping his composure, and sits down at the pews. T sits beside him as they listen to the service. DKs mind keeps drifting off, to simpler times. He tries not to think of his uncle but he ultimately does, and leans his head down to keep from crying. After the service ends he is chosen to be one of the 8 Paul-bearers. He carries the rear along with Little T. He solemnly puts the casket into the white hearse and gets in his own car to follow the possession. They get to Crystal Cemetery, which is right outside of Trenton, they stop in front of drown dirt, newly dug up dirt. DK gets out and carries his uncles casket to the hole, where they set him down on a pulley system, where they slowly lower him into the grave. Alot of people were crying, even Little T, but DK kept his composure, and they all said a small prayer with the preacher. After prayer they all left, everyone, except for Little T and DK.
They stood by the gravesite for a long while, about 15 minutes, then DK pats Little Ts shoulder and DK walks away to his car. He then drives to his apartment building to put his already packed ring-gear in the car. And start the 7 hour flight to Dallas. DK walks in and smiles at his girlfriend and son playing together.
DK: come on guys, help me out and get packed up and ready to go.
They all pitch in as they put bags, bigger bags, and even bigger bags into the trunk and starts driving toward the airport. They have small talk, like how's wrestling if your excited etc etc. They arrive and get on the plane, they were almost late, and start the 1st class flight to Dallas. DK slowly drifts to sleep, and wakes up on the ground.
DK: whoa! What happened?
Kaitlyn: We're here dummy!
They all pile out and cram into a back of a taxi, and go towards the arena.
Carter: Daddy, are you nervous?
DK: Well son, it's my first pay per view, and I'm champion, of course I'm nervous. Are you excited for your first show?
Carter: Yeah but I just hope that you win?
DK: why's that?
Carter: I don't want this show to be a complete d-d-disaster.
DK is shocked, not knowing exactly what to say.
DK: Listen buddy, I'm the King of Hardcore, I love to break chairs and tables with opponents, don't you worry about a thing my sweet child.
They smile at eachother as they pull in the parking lot. They pay the driver some money before getting their bags. They all walk in together as a big family, Kaitlyn takes Carters bag and puts it in DKs lockerroom, and gives DK the most passionate random kiss ever.
Kaitlyn: Don't get hurt.
She walks away, crying almost as DK just sits there, he puts on his facepaint to imitate a clown, and starts putting on the long red pants with blue and yellow mixed in especially made for this night. His name in dark black letters is down the right leg, and the pleather is shining in the light of the lockerroom. DK ties his spit shined shoes and goes into his room for his Promo.
--7 PM, promo time--
Again, DK is in a red tinted room, with white walls and a shiny gold brimmed mirror. DK is holding his National title, and he's just smiling.
DK: Of course, your wondering, how the heck did I win? After landing on the outside area of the ring, after a failed attempt of Devils Final Flight, after a dropkick through Light tubes, and breaking the finisher Extra Life. I'll tell you how. Passion. Passion is the root for getting started as a wrestler. If you aren't passionate you need to get the hell out. I love this industry with everything I have. If I were to be sent to developmental I would be happy, why? I love it. If I wasn't champion, or just a pre-show only wrestler, I wouldn't care. Why? I love this industry. In the course of the time I've been here in the WFWF alot of key roles have happened. I found out I had a son, I lost my closest friend, my mom was sent to jail, then I was, then to top it my uncle dies. But then, there's the good, like even QUALIFYING for the WFWF World Heavyweight #1 contendership battle royal, becoming National Champion and sticking it to Phillip Shcnieder. No not sticking it like hitting him no, but I stood my ground when confronted, I left yes, to avoid a fight. Later that same evening, I became National Champion, something he couldn't do. I respect the hell outta him, but I mean come on. I am closer now to becoming Grand Slam champion, not by much, but a little.
And I'm proud of that, I'm passionate for this business, and Andrew is just another wannabe I have to push through. Andrew, I want you to know that IF I let you walk away from tonight, it's because of my son being here to watch me. Don't try to be big bad and tough and act like you can beat me, because we all know you can't. I am the Hardcore King, I am the Creator of Hell, and tonight I can literally watch the world burn.
DK unnoticeably lights a match, and sticks it to the mirror, lighting it in an instant. DK just smiles as his face is illuminated by the flame
. DK: Andrew, this isn't about me, or you, or the National Title, it's about WHO will be embedded in history, forever.
DK stands up and puts the National Title on his shoulder, and punches the glass, taking the flame out at once, as the old flame was to represent Andrew's fate.
OOC: Wow, this was sorta hard to write, it seems solid but to me it isn't good enough, I wish I had the time to go over it better, but if I lose hey, I'm passing the torch I guess haha. Thanks for reading this guys. And thanks for anyone who prayed for me and my family after my uncles passing. Thanks to all replies
I dont know good luck 
