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02-20-2022, 09:08 PM

JC Keeton sat behind the wheel of his royal blue Mercedes-AMG GT, parked outside of what appears to be some type of resort but upon closer inspection of the sign outside we see that it reads "Shady Pines Luxury Senior Living Community". JC cuts the engine and pops the trunk before stepping out of the car dressed in jeans and an IWF logo t-shirt and walks around to the back. He reaches into the trunk and grabs a package of Depends Super Absorbent Protection Plus Underwear for Men in a size Extra Small. He tucks those under his arm and then reaches in and retrieves a Walmart bag and looks inside where there's a tube of Fixadent Denture Cream, a box of Just For Men hair color, a copy of the book The Gift of Years by Joan Chittister, and a box of Little Debbie Oatmeal Cream Pies. With his care package in tow JC makes his way to the main entrance to Shady Pines. Once inside he walks up to the desk where a rather sour looking woman in green scrubs sits behind a desk. She never even looks up from the computer screen as she addresses JC while typing away.

Receptionist: Patient's name?

Caught off guard by the dry and to the point greeting JC quickly pulls his phone out of his pocket.

JC Keeton: Uh…

He glances back at the phone screen.

JC Keeton: Andy Cortinovis but most people know him as Centurion.

The receptionist types in the name JC had said and finally looks up at him lustfully.

Receptionist: We don't have anyone by that name.

JC nods his head.

JC Keeton: I know, I'm trying to sign him up.

Receptionist: Oh I'm sorry for the misunderstanding. I can help you check in a new resident. What's his date of birth?

JC looks at his phone again.

JC Keeton: His date of birth is February twenty second nineteen seventy seven.

JC appears a little sad once he realizes he has to beat up a legend three days after his birthday. She starts to type in the birthdate until she realizes what he said.

Receptionist: We can't admit anyone that young as a resident here.

JC gives her a puzzled look.

JC Keeton: Young?

He glances at her name tag that reads "Angie".

JC Keeton: Angie I'm not sure you heard what I said the birthdate was. This man was born during Jimmy Carter's presidency. That's old AF.

Angie: I heard you just fine, but I'm telling you that our minimum age for admission is sixty two years old.

He reaches into the pocket of his jeans and pulls out a five dollar bill and places it on the counter, sliding it towards her.

JC Keeton: Work with me here Ang, I'll make it worth your while. I'm a nice guy, I'm doing this out of the kindness of my heart. I want to make sure Centurion has a place to live when I embarrass him so bad he's forced to retire and never show his face in public again.

She looks at the bill then back to JC like he's lost his mind.

Angie: Sir are you trying to bribe me with five dollars to admit a man who is about to turn forty five years old into a senior living community against his will?

JC Keeton: Bribe is such a negative word, I'm just giving you a little added incentive to make this happen. Besides, it might be against his will but at his age he'll forget all about it in a week.

Starting to become frustrated Angie reaches for the phone.

JC Keeton: Whoa what are you doing?

Angie: I'm calling security to have you removed from the premises.

JC places his hand on hers to stop her.

JC Keeton: You don't have to do that Ang. I think we got off on the wrong foot. What's it gonna take for you to help me set my good friend Andy up with a room at this fine establishment? I can toss down an Andrew Jackson to keep Abe company.

Suddenly with her free hand she grabs a can of pepper spray from under the desk and shoots him right in the face with it. He immediately starts screaming in agony and goes down to a knee letting her hand go.

JC Keeton: Ahhhhh! My eyes! What the fuck Ang, I thought we had a connection? You blinded me!

She stands up with the can still pointed out at him and starts screaming at him, having had enough of his antics.

Angie: We have no "connection", sir. You're an idiot who thinks they can just admit someone who is far from being old enough to be eligible to be a resident of Shady Pines against their will. By the way I hate being called Ang! I'm calling security to have you removed.

He takes his shirt off to try to wipe his eyes and stop the burning and Angie bites her lip while staring at his abs.

JC Keeton: You ain't gotta do that. I'll leave on my own.

He begins to blink and try to focus his eyes and reaches for the package of Depends he'd sat on the counter but knocks them over the counter and Angie picks them up and looks at them before handing them to him.

Angie: Your friend is in his mid forties and needs depends?

JC Keeton: I mean, I dunno if he needs them or not I just assumed people his age pissed and shit themselves on the regular.

Angie: You're ridiculous…

Under her breath she adds 'ly hot." to the statement.

JC Keeton: What was that?

Angie: I said you're ridiculous.

JC Keeton: I heard that I mean the last part.

Angie: You must be hearing things I don't didn't say anything else.

JC chuckles.

JC Keeton: Sure ya didn't Ang….I mean Angie.

She starts to reach for the phone again.

Angie: Weren't you leaving?

JC Keeton: Yep.

He slowly and seductively puts his shirt back on and gives her a wink before exiting the building and the scene fades.

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Now that the fun is out of the way let's get serious and catch everyone up before we get to the meat and bones of the task at hand. The past six months have been an absolute whirlwind of ups and downs for me. So let's just recap real quick shall we?

On August 11th 2021 my father, eleven time World Champion and a true living legend in professional wrestling, Jake Keeton was shot. For about three weeks while the police were investigating I, along with the rest of the world, thought that it was a suicide attempt. A suicide attempt triggered by my words.

Now let that sink in for a minute.

I thought that I said things so horrible, so unforgivable, that my father, my hero and the reason I do what I do tried to take his own life. I was devastated. It affected me professionally to the point that I lost the finals of a tournament that I wanted to win more than anything I'd ever wanted in my life. It affected me personally to the point that I thought I was seeing ghosts that it turned out were 100% real but I'll get to that.

It turns out that my Dad didn't try to off himself. The investigation into who shot him is still ongoing. After spending almost two months in a coma he finally woke up. When he woke up the first thing he did was meet his granddaughter.

My daughter, Lian.

That ghost? Xiuhua Zhou. Professionally known within the wrestling industry as Dizzie. She's the love of my life and in September of 2020 I jumped the gun and bought a ring that she ended up finding in the apartment we had shared and she freaked out and ran to her home country of China.

When news of my Dad's shooting broke globally she came back to the states and started showing up in places she knew I'd be but not getting too close. Eventually I was able to stop her and get some answers from her that included the fact that finding the ring wasn't the only reason she left. She was pregnant and for some reason thought I'd be upset about that.

She couldn't have been more wrong.

I'm so incredibly happy to be a Dad. We worked things out and she and the baby have moved back in with me. There's no better feeling than to have her and our little girl back in my life. My Dad is on the road to a full recovery after spending months in a hospital followed up by a stint in a rehab facility. So I've got my girls, my old man is on the mend and personally life couldn't be better.

Professionally that's another story. 2022 hasn't started exactly as planned. I've lost more than I've won for sure. I'm incredibly proud to have still been invited to the Denzel Potter Invitational with the way things are going though. I feel this is the moment where my luck changes and I right the course to make 2022 just as successful as 2021 was when I had what many are calling a breakout year. To do that I have to beat Centurion on night one of the Porter Invitational. Easier said than done right?

So now that we're all caught up lemme tell you exactly why and exactly how I'm going to beat Centurion.

The why is easy, because I'm younger, bigger, faster, stronger, smarter, and while I don't have one quarter of the in ring experience he does I was born to do this. Sleeping on locker room floors from the time I was a toddler and spending every moment of my formative years around the business and the men and women we call legends have given me an edge over men twice my age.

It would be stupid of me to group Centurion in with the majority of people who I've faced in my career though. He's not just another opponent. Very few men I've stepped in the ring with share that legendary status that Centurion carries. The only others would be Chris Page and Roberto Verona but even they fall slightly under that God tier where Centurion sits virtually alone.

With the pleasantries out of the way though it's time to burn down that pedestal I just put him on.

I'm sure he's not going to show me nearly the amount of respect I've shown him anyway and why would he? To him I'm probably just another young no name kid trying to make a name at his expense. The difference between me and them though is I have a name. It's Keeton and it's just as legendary as his.

My old man was one of the biggest names in the business for over twenty years not just because of what he could do in the ring but the sharpness of his tongue. I've chosen to not to be as abrasive as he was during his career but that doesn't mean I can't make a tiny incontinent old has been who lucked his way into a World Championship in the twilight of his career either laugh till he's crying or just plain old cry cause he knows I'm telling the truth.

Let me address you directly, Centurion. I've told you why I'm going to beat now I'm gonna tell you how. I could say any way I want to and that would probably be true but I want you to be ready. The move is called Ode to the Outlaw, it's a leaping leg lariat either to the front or the back. It was my father's primary finisher the last ten years of his career and while he mastered it I've perfected it. I invite you to study tape, convince yourself you'll be able to stop it but you can't because it comes out of nowhere and you're too old to and too slow to stop it. I promise you that once it hits you'll realize that your as fucked as a stepsister stuck in a dryer on Pornhub.

Don't pretend you didn't get that.

I know you're getting up there in years but I'm sure you still think you've forgotten more than I'll ever know about professional wrestling. The truth is though that ain't all you've forgotten. I bet you forget where you put your keys alot don't you? If you didn't have people to remind you you'd forget that your tighty whiteys go under your pants. That's what people your age wear right? Oh wait… it's extra small Depends Super Absorbent Protection Plus for men. Those go on the inside of your twenty eight inch inseam whitewashed jeans.

I have a tendency to tell people that I'm ten years from reaching my prime but you're so far past yours that makes up for what some might perceive as an experience disadvantage. Denzel and the rest of the people behind this little shindig matched us up cause they thought it'd be even but right about now they're realizing it was never close.

You can call me Travis Coates and I'm about to commit a mercy killing. So get your boots out of the oven and your jockstrap out of the refrigerator and I'll see you on the twenty-fifth in Vegas.

Happy Birthday.
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