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Rock A Bye Baby Part II; JC Keeton Reloaded RP
Topic Started: Nov 17 2016, 02:56 AM (16 Views)
Jake
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November 3rd, 2016 is a night that my life changed forever. It has nothing to do with the fact that thousands of screaming fans were chanting my name as I successfully lobbied to get included in the Television Title Battle Royal. It has nothing to do with me outlasting over 20 other Redemption superstars to win the Television Title. It has nothing to do with my Dad jumping into the ring to celebrate my victory in front of our hometown crowd.

It’s because, whether I won or lost, that was the night that every doubt I had about whether or not I could do this disappeared. I no longer wonder if being Jake Keeton’s son is the only reason I’m here. I don’t question whether or not I should even be in the ring with the truly elite in Redemption or anywhere else for that matter. Nothing anyone else says or does is going to affect me because deep down I know this is what I was meant to do.

I belong here.

I belong in the ring with Slade and Eva Broussard. For that matter I belong in the ring with Captain Howdy, Dante Saffron, Angel Blake, or Abel Essex the four men currently considered higher than me in the pecking order around here. The time will come when my name is mentioned in the same breath as theirs, but for now I’m focused and I’m determined to do whatever it takes to take out Slade and Eva and become Classic Champion.

I have always been the type that believed in ladies first and while you’re anything but a lady I’ll still start with you, Eva. I'm a young guy from the south. We're taught from a young age how to treat women and you definitely don't put your hands on one. My Dad for as hated as he was at one point always struggled with that in his career because he wouldn't use the same effort when facing women as he did men.

I was concerned I'd have the same issue so I went to visit my Grandmother on my Mom's side while we were in Kentucky for Salvation 127. She was surprised to see me because we've never been on the best terms because of my Dad. It was when I started asking questions about my Mom that she opened up to me.

See my Mom was a very successful independent wrestler herself before she became addicted to drugs and died with a needle in her arm. I don't remember her at all and I've always resented her for choosing drugs over me. I felt a connection to her though when my Grandmother pulled some old VHS tapes out and popped them in her surprisingly still working VCR. It blew my mind. My mother was amazing in the ring and she beat men regularly. I don't think she'd have a single issue with me stomping your crazy ass into the ground and walking out of Reloaded with the Classic Championship.

For as much as you like to think of yourself as a veteran you’re far from it, Eva. You’ve got more experience than me, sure. But there’s nothing… not one single thing inside a wrestling ring that you can do better than me. I’m stronger, I’m faster, I’m more intelligent. You could have been wrestling 10 years longer than me and that ain’t changing. You’ve wrestled more matches in your life, good for you. You were a champion in a previous incarnation of Redemption. Again, good for you. You have skills, there’s no denying that and you were able to fully display them in the past. Who knows you may get the opportunity to do so again sometime it just ain’t gonna be this week and it ain’t gonna be at my expense.

I don’t live in the past.

In the here and now of this current version of Redemption, I’m a champion and after Reloaded I’ll be a double champion. All you’ll be is Dean Davies beard trying to convince people that just because you were worth a shit before the real talent got here you still are, but if your two losses to Abel Essex weren’t enough to convince you I’ll be glad to kick you so hard that all three of your personalities have a concussion and prove it.

Now for the real veteran, the Grand Slam winner and future first ballot Hall of Famer, Slade. I’m really curious to know what you really think about me. I mean I know from stories I’ve heard how much you and my Dad hated each other. I just really hope that you don’t hate me because of some underlying resentment you have for my father because I’d hate for us to get off the wrong foot.

Who am I kidding?

I don’t give the first shit what you think about me. The only foot you and I will be getting off on is the one I slam into the side of your head repeatedly until your wrinkles rattle. Where Eva likes to claim veteran status though you truly are and you’ve earned it. I’ve seen the old DVD’s of mid-2000s Slade and that guy was a beast. The “not on fight night” reporter intimidating Slade of that era is a thing of the past though and you’re a hollow shell of the man who made many a backstage interviewer shit their pants. You’re as intimidating as a common house fly these days. You sit around planning your future and wishing wrestling offered a 401k now.

You’ve made your mark in multiple big time promotions and have victories over some of the biggest names in the history of the business, my old man included. So what I said about you being a future first ballot Hall of Famer is totally sincere. You deserve to be mentioned in the same breath as anyone else who Redemption has inducted in there. What I told Eva is even more true in your case though, you were a champion, you were in some historic matches. Key word is were, what you are now is the guy who can’t accept the fact that younger, better talent is about to pass you by but I’ll show you up close and personal at Reloaded.

I’m sure it hurts you to your soul that you’re not fighting for the Redemption Championship and have to settle for what I’m sure you consider a consolation prize. You’ve held most of the titles here, why should this one matter? It matters to me, I’m proud of being Television Champion and I’ll be just as proud to be the Classic Champion. God… not Angel Blake but the real one gave me two shoulders for a reason and there’s still gonna be an empty spot around my waist for another belt after I leave Reloaded with the Classic and Television titles.

You both will probably attack what you think are my weaknesses without ever acknowledging your own thinking that goody two shoes JC Keeton can’t bring some venom. Well, I think both of you have the wrong impression of me because the fans cheer me and I have this squeaky clean image but don’t let the dimples and this million dollar smile fool you. I’m a competitor down to my core and I’ll crush your spirits with my words and your bodies with my hands. I’m as confident as I was shooting a 3 pointer at the buzzer to win the state championship in High School and this ain’t even gonna be that close.

Game Over.


October 24th 2016-

We open to the interior of the apartment JC Keeton and Max Bennett share in downtown Chicago. The room is dimly lit and the sounds of a baby screaming bloody murder can be heard as the clock on the stove displays the time as 5:41AM. JC Keeton clad in a pair of blue plaid pajama pants and a dark grey wife beater walks around the apartment from the living room back into the kitchen with enraged infant against his shoulder.

JC: Shhhh, it’s gonna be alright…

He pats the baby on the back gently trying to calm it down.

Max: It ain’t gonna be alright dawg, she’s sick JC. I think I am too from lack of sleep. You gotta take that baby to the doctor, bro.

JC turns to see Max standing in the doorway of his room with a look of concern on his face.

JC: You think I need to take her to the Emergency Room?

Max: Nah, I don’t think she’s that sick but there’s something wrong. One of my lil’ sisters cried like that cause she was hungry and the formula upset her stomach.

JC: What did your Mom do?

Max: Something can’t neither one of us do.

JC gives Max a look of confusion.

JC: Huh?

Max: She breastfed her, fool. I ain’t made no milk lately have you?

JC just shakes his head and continues to pace with the baby, her crying slowly dies down and he places her in the makeshift baby bed the two young men built out of a large plastic tote and some blankets. He motions for Max to follow him and they step out on the balcony of their apartment.

JC: What are we gonna do man?

Max: You got a mouse in ya pocket? This ain’t no we situation this is all you Jon Boy.

JC: I got it! I’ll call Kassie…

Max laughs loudly and JC punches him in the shoulder and points at the sleeping baby inside the apartment.

Max: Dawg your Step Mom has got some nice ass tittles but I don’t think she’s gonna come over at 6 in the morning to breastfed some random baby you kidnapped.

JC: Shut up dumbass, I didn’t kidnap her. And I don’t want Kassie to do that, I just want her to check her out and see if she can figure out what’s wrong with her. She’s in the medical field.

Max: She’s a physical therapist…

JC: Still, I’m calling her.

Max just shakes his head in disbelief and turns around and walks back into the apartment as JC pulls his phone out and the scene fades.


TO BE CONTINUED...
Edited by Jake, Nov 17 2016, 03:09 AM.
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