Post by Kidd Krazzy on Sept 20, 2016 8:29:46 GMT -5
RP 1 WAR
I balance my self on the old school barricade, soaking in the cheers of all 38 fans at this indy show, as I wait for Slayer, my opponent for tonight, to stand up. The larger man crawls to the corner of the barricade, throwing his arms around both sides, slumping into position. I Flash my KK hand sign,as the crowd goes quite. They know what what im about to do. I grin as I run along the barricade and flip, doing a cannon ball senton into were my opponent was. CRUUUUNNNCCH Well were he would have been had he not moved, instead my back smashes the steel gate open. I hear clanging and a loud thud as the gate and my small pale body roll into the small crowd.
Crowd: "Holy Shit..Holy Shit...Holy Shit!!"
The crowd goes wild, and i cant help but to smile. Ya my back is torn open, ya my foots throbbing from slamming off edge of the barricade. And my face paint and hair dye run together and smear down my face. But all 38 fans are on there feet cheering. Thats what its all about. Thats why i do this.
Ref: "8....9.....10 Ring the bell!""
So i lost, i do alot. Im not in it for wins. I struggle to my feet, most it is a show, some it is real though. hard to fake slamming my small frame into steel bars and unforgiving concrete gymnasium floor. But as i stand, i hear the commentators saying I put it all on the line, that thats what happens when you go high risk.
I dissagree.
Crowd: "Holy Shit...Holy Shit..Holy Shit!!! This is awesome!! This is awesome!!"
I climb back up on the barricade, holding my back, as i smile to the crowd and flash my sign again. This is what you get when you go high risk. These fans are the life blood of prowrestling and they are what keeps me doing my daredevil acts. Along with the hopes of one day competing on the biggest show ever.
Slayers now in the back, so i hop down and limp to the back, high fiving fans as i go.
I balance my self on the old school barricade, soaking in the cheers of all 38 fans at this indy show, as I wait for Slayer, my opponent for tonight, to stand up. The larger man crawls to the corner of the barricade, throwing his arms around both sides, slumping into position. I Flash my KK hand sign,as the crowd goes quite. They know what what im about to do. I grin as I run along the barricade and flip, doing a cannon ball senton into were my opponent was. CRUUUUNNNCCH Well were he would have been had he not moved, instead my back smashes the steel gate open. I hear clanging and a loud thud as the gate and my small pale body roll into the small crowd.
Crowd: "Holy Shit..Holy Shit...Holy Shit!!"
The crowd goes wild, and i cant help but to smile. Ya my back is torn open, ya my foots throbbing from slamming off edge of the barricade. And my face paint and hair dye run together and smear down my face. But all 38 fans are on there feet cheering. Thats what its all about. Thats why i do this.
Ref: "8....9.....10 Ring the bell!""
So i lost, i do alot. Im not in it for wins. I struggle to my feet, most it is a show, some it is real though. hard to fake slamming my small frame into steel bars and unforgiving concrete gymnasium floor. But as i stand, i hear the commentators saying I put it all on the line, that thats what happens when you go high risk.
I dissagree.
Crowd: "Holy Shit...Holy Shit..Holy Shit!!! This is awesome!! This is awesome!!"
I climb back up on the barricade, holding my back, as i smile to the crowd and flash my sign again. This is what you get when you go high risk. These fans are the life blood of prowrestling and they are what keeps me doing my daredevil acts. Along with the hopes of one day competing on the biggest show ever.
Slayers now in the back, so i hop down and limp to the back, high fiving fans as i go.
Backstage
I Get to the back and hug Slayer. We go way back. Both us started and traveled the indies together and put on alot of underrated matches. The ni see him walking towards me. Rich Bookmen, the booker of this indie show.
Rich: "Pack your bags kid." He says smirking that sleazy smirk bookers get. He flails his arms like he a big shot promoter, when really he just a small time nobody, in the middle of nowhere IL.
Kidd Krazzy: "What Why? Really gunna fire meh after all the great matches and shows Ive helped with here?"
That comes out bit ruder and whinier than i had intended, but dammit I've put my body on the line week in and out for this smug ass. Its not fair, but i guess thats life.
Rich: "No, you whiney little runt. Your going to the big time. Well sorta. WCF is having their WAR PPV and needs cannon fodder for the large rumble match, and i figure a spot monkey like you should be able make their guys look awesome."
He turns away as i stand there slack jawed. Im going to WCF!!! and to a PPV. not just a PPV but WAR!!! Ya i may not be the biggest or baddest, and may still be getting used as a glorified stuntman. But I will not be over looked i will prove all the people that said i cant do it and make it to the main roster of WCF. When i get into the locker room i fall to my knees and start to cry. I cant help it, and dammit I dont care, I am finally achieving my dreams. My blood sweat and tears have payed off, and i will not disappoint, but I shall Shine.
Rich: "Pack your bags kid." He says smirking that sleazy smirk bookers get. He flails his arms like he a big shot promoter, when really he just a small time nobody, in the middle of nowhere IL.
Kidd Krazzy: "What Why? Really gunna fire meh after all the great matches and shows Ive helped with here?"
That comes out bit ruder and whinier than i had intended, but dammit I've put my body on the line week in and out for this smug ass. Its not fair, but i guess thats life.
Rich: "No, you whiney little runt. Your going to the big time. Well sorta. WCF is having their WAR PPV and needs cannon fodder for the large rumble match, and i figure a spot monkey like you should be able make their guys look awesome."
He turns away as i stand there slack jawed. Im going to WCF!!! and to a PPV. not just a PPV but WAR!!! Ya i may not be the biggest or baddest, and may still be getting used as a glorified stuntman. But I will not be over looked i will prove all the people that said i cant do it and make it to the main roster of WCF. When i get into the locker room i fall to my knees and start to cry. I cant help it, and dammit I dont care, I am finally achieving my dreams. My blood sweat and tears have payed off, and i will not disappoint, but I shall Shine.
