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Take Me To Church.; JC Keeton Redemption RP #1
Topic Started: Oct 12 2016, 06:56 AM (55 Views)
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“Where you at Jon Boy?”

The voice of Max Bennett rang through the small two bedroom apartment just outside Chicago as he entered, dropping his key in the small blue basket on the table by the door.

Max: JC, where you at dawg?

Max and JC Keeton had been best friends for three years and moved to Chicago together in the spring to further JC’s training. The young heavily tattooed African-American took a few steps and looked into the living room where JC sat, remote in hand fixated on the still image on the screen. It was a close up of the face of Angel Blake.

Max: J snap out of it..

Max snaps his fingers right in JC’s face and he looks up at him with an empty expression.

JC: Do you know who that is Max?

Max: Looks like one a them clowns everybody keeps spottin’ on the side of tha road and shit to me.

JC: It’s..

Max cuts him off.

Max: I know who it is fool, I was just tryin to lighten the mood a lil. He still looks like a clown to me though. You ain’t scared of old Bozo there are ya Jon Boy?

JC: Scared no, I think intimidated is a better word.

Max: Well I feel ya there bro, I mean the guy has been around forever and he’s had a lot of success but you gotta have faith in ya self man. You got this.

Max extends his fist for a fist bump but JC just leaves him hanging.

JC: I want this bad bro, I think I got the toughest draw in the whole tournament except maybe that Valca guy, Captain Howdy’s gonna take his soul. I dunno, I’m confident in my abilities but the guy is a legend and he literally thinks he’s God.

Max: So he’s got a big ego and he’s bat shit crazy. You don’t believe this joker is God do ya JC?

JC: Nah man, but you know I don’t come from a really religious family. I don’t even think there was a bible in my house when I was growing up. I mean I believe in.. something. I believe that praying works and that someone is listening out there but I don’t really know enough to feel comfortable even talking about the topic.

Max: Shit son, go to a black church in the south one time and you’ll learn all ya need to. This Angel cat’s really messing with your head ain’t he?

JC nods his head and stands up and begins walking towards the door.

Max: Where you goin’?

JC: Church.

The scene fades.


Who’d I piss off?

Seriously. I’m a rookie.I’m 2-4 as a professional wrestler and I get tossed into the ring for my first match in Redemption with a guy who has been World Champion on multiple occasions and is a legend in the eyes of many.

According to my Dad my first opponent here could have been worse though. It could have been the same man who spent years tormenting my family but like that man himself stated that's a story for another time. Right now my focus is on advancing in this Redemption Championship Tournament.

To do that I have to get past Angel Blake. The man who calls himself God.The keyword here though is man. He’s no god, he’s just a man the same as me. Granted he’s a far more experienced man than I am when it comes to stepping inside a wrestling ring but we both bleed, we breath the same air, feel the same pain, and are capable of making the same mistakes and all it takes is one mistake and I can flip this whole tournament on it’s head and do the same thing I’ve been doing since I was 5 years old.

Shock the world.

You probably think you know a lot about me right Angel? Just cause you know my Dad don’t think for a second you know me because of that. I ain’t him. Don’t get it twisted though; I’m damn proud to be the son of Jake Keeton, because my Dad is as much a legend if not more than you are or will ever be. He’s accomplished more in his storied career than you could ever hope to and if I can even do half of what he’s done by the time I hang my boots up I’ll consider my career a huge success.

One thing my Dad was during his career and what I hope to always be is REAL. Buddy of mine likes to use the term real recognize real way too much but in this instance it fits. When I look at you I don’t see real, I see a man who is a walking talking gimmick. One that might have been cool twenty years ago but you’re way past your expiration date. Sure the older crowd sitting at home watching your whole “I AM GOD” schtick on TV might be entertained but people my age just laugh.

That shit don’t work anymore.

That said though, I’m not an idiot. I know that beneath the comically creepy exterior and beyond the self righteous mumbo jumbo that you spew every chance you get lies a very dangerous man who could very well be the first ever Redemption Champion. I know that no matter what I think of you personally that doesn’t make you any less talented in the ring, you wouldn’t have achieved everything you have in your career if you weren’t a great wrestler. In fact this is probably something no one else in this tournament will admit to their opponent but I’ll go ahead and tell the truth.

You’re better than me.

Is that me giving up and just conceding defeat? Nope. It’s just the truth. I ain’t selling myself short or anything I just know what level I’m on and it’s far beneath yours or damn near anyone else on the roster at this point. I’m good, damn good if I do say so myself but I got a long way to go before I can be considered great. I ain’t gotta be great to beat you or to be Redemption Champion though, all I gotta do is survive, capitalize on my opponent's mistakes, and maybe hope for a little bit of luck to be on my side. Maybe just maybe there’s someone upstairs looking out for me.

Wouldn’t be the first time.


We reopen to the interior of a large empty church. The sun peeks in through the beautiful stained glass windows casting a glow upon the altar and making the water in the baptismal sparkle. Sitting in one of the pews right up front is JC Keeton. He looks around taking it all in before inhaling deeply and speaking.

JC: I honestly don’t know how to do this or even why I am but I just felt compelled to come here. I feel guilty that I’m 19 years old and this is the first time I’ve stepped inside a church in my life except when someone was getting married. I don’t think that makes me a bad person though, does it?

He looks around as if he’s expecting an answer.

JC: My Dad said when I was really close to dying from cancer that he came to a church back home and talked to you. He believes that you answered his prayers and saved my life not once but twice and that’s something I’ve never doubted. Doctors even called it a miracle and said they’d never seen someone as sick as I was survive but I did… twice. He said when my Grandma had her heart attack, he prayed and it worked then too. I know this isn’t something people do just when something bad happens to someone you care about but I just...I don’t know when to pray or what to pray for I guess.

He stands up and looks back to the door of the church where he can hear the sounds of sirens coming from just outside.

JC: I guess I could pray our country will get better from the way things are right now but I think it’d take more than just me to do a lot of praying to fix that mess. I could pray that my family and everyone I care about stays healthy, and happy, and live long lives but I feel like that’s selfish.

He walks up to the altar and looks at his reflection in the water.

JC: I feel just as naive and inexperienced here as I do inside a wrestling ring but both are things I want to get better at. I want be a good man, and one day I want to be a good husband and a good father. I want to be successful in life and be a positive influence on kids and society as a whole and I think being here now will help me with that. Even though I didn’t pray for anything this has eased my mind a great deal.

He turns and starts walking back towards the door and as he’s about to exit he stops and looks back the image of Jesus on the wall.

JC: Thanks for listening.

He smiles and walks out of the church as the scene fades.
Edited by Jake, Oct 12 2016, 07:16 AM.
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